And not just any girl—an absolutely stunning one with a thick tail!
Damn!
If you'd come to Mondstadt looking like this earlier, even without a contract with the Lawrence family, you'd have a line of people begging to be eaten by you.
"What's wrong?" Dragon Ursa tilted her head, her expression a bit confused. "This form should make communication easier, right? I could make myself even smaller if necessary."
It had to be said—Ursa didn't seem to have much in the way of principles. She'd do just about anything for food.
"This is fine," Lucas quickly nodded.
Any smaller and it might become... inconvenient, who knows if the multiversal FBI exists?
"Go on then," Ursa said, growing impatient. "How can I get more food?"
"It's simple," Lucas patted his chest and said, "We'll attack Mondstadt together. We'll wipe out everyone who's against me. You can eat as much as you want. If you like, I can even roast them for you with my flames and season them with top-quality spices imported from Sumeru."
Drip... splash…
Ursa said nothing, but the drool pouring out of her mouth like quicksilver made her stance clear.
"But…" Ursa wasn't entirely ruled by her hunger just yet. She wiped the drool from her mouth and asked, "Aren't they your people?"
"They were," Lucas replied calmly. "But they've already overthrown me."
"But you're the first Lawrence in thousands of years strong enough to fight me," Ursa said, confused. "Why would they overthrow you? It seems like a foolish choice."
Lucas smiled. "Because I can't give them what they want."
"And what do they want?" Ursa asked, her confusion deepening. "From what I understand, humans mostly desire power, wealth, and pleasure."
"A very accurate summary," Lucas chuckled. "But what they want is… freedom."
"They're going to be disappointed. I doubt they'll find much freedom inside my stomach," Ursa said with a naively sincere expression, rubbing her belly. "But I'll try to find a spacious place to expel them, so they can return to freedom."
"Can you not romanticize taking a dump like that?" Lucas burst out laughing and extended his hand toward Ursa. "Well then, we have a new deal."
Ursa stared blankly at his outstretched hand before curling her thick tail around Lucas's fingers.
The cool, smooth scales sliding across his palm felt oddly pleasant.
"This is how my kind seals a pact," Ursa said, her face expressionless. "When do we leave? Honestly, I'm starving. If this goes on much longer, I might lose control…"
Her gaze slid back to Lucas's body, sending a shiver down his spine.
Drool once again dribbled from her mouth.
"Tomorrow we'll set off. I need a good night's rest to recover my strength," Lucas said, as a thought crossed his mind. "Also, I need your help with something to ensure our plan succeeds."
"With our combined strength, is there really any chance of failure?" Ursa asked, confident in both her power and Lucas's, having witnessed his strength firsthand.
Together, they could easily overthrow not just one Mondstadt, but three.
"There might be some tricky individuals among the rebels," Lucas explained. "You wouldn't want any interruptions during your meal, would you?"
"Fine," Ursa relented, her will easily bent when food was involved. "What do you need me to do?"
"Simple," Lucas grinned, still holding her tail. "First, just lift your tail a bit. It's kind of heavy."
...
[" The First Glass Of Red Wine " talent activated, reward: 100% increase in all attributes ]
[Achievement Unlocked: Dragon Knight]
[Reward: Talent - Ride Anything]
[Effect: You can treat any creature weaker than yourself as a 'mount.' You also have an innate talent for riding, able to master any 'mount,' including all forms of transportation.]
No doubt about it, Ursa's dragon status made the rewards incredible.
A 100% boost to all attributes—something that would take a lot of sacrifices.
"Are you sure this method will strengthen you?" Ursa asked as she tidied her long hair, frowning slightly. "I've never heard of such a way to increase one's power."
"Don't you think..." Lucas casually conjured a fireball, sending it crashing into the wall and leaving a gaping hole in the stone. "...that I've grown stronger?"
"Indeed, your fire element is much more powerful than when you attacked me last time. But…" Ursa's expression turned displeased. "Do you not know that destroying a dragon's lair is considered an act of war?"
"Cough… I was just demonstrating my power," Lucas awkwardly waved his hand. "Besides, are you really planning to keep living here?"
"What else would I do?" Ursa seemed puzzled. "I was abandoned by my kin. I have no family, no friends."
"It seems we're in the same situation," Lucas said with a bitter smile. "If you don't mind, once we finish this job, we could stick together."
"Go with you?" Ursa sneered. "Do you really think that after just one collaboration, you can become my master?"
"That's too bad…" Lucas feigned disappointment, shaking his head. "I was hoping we could travel and enjoy the cuisine of the Seven Nations together. I've invested in businesses in other countries, you know. Even if Mondstadt is destroyed, I'll still be fine."
"Now that you mention it… your offer isn't that bad," Ursa changed her tone instantly. "But the food you're talking about, is it as delicious as humans?"
"I'm curious," Lucas rubbed his chin. "Why do you have to eat humans? Don't pigs, horses, cows, and sheep taste just as good?"
"I like bitter things," Ursa said matter-of-factly. "And commoners are usually the bitterest."
"Are Mondstadt's people bitter?" Lucas asked.
"Not very," Ursa replied, shaking her head. "But they are a little sour."
Lucas chuckled at the unexpected answer, a hint of self-mockery in his smile. "Get a good rest. Tomorrow, skip breakfast and leave room for the feast."
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Three days after Mondstadt's rebellion had triumphed.
In front of the Favonius Cathedral, Vennessa stood by the statue of the Anemo Archon Barbatos, giving her victory speech. Standing next to her were other heroes who had fought in the rebellion.
Thanks to her curse, which had burned the Lawrence family head Eberhart alive, Vennessa was able to unite the remaining rebel forces and topple Mondstadt's noble regime.
However, the victory hadn't come easily.
"Citizens of Mondstadt!" Vennessa raised the Sword high and declared, "From today on, you will no longer be oppressed by the nobility! Your wives will no longer be sent to the tower, and there will be no more slaves forced to fight in the gladiatorial arenas. We... are free!"
Her rousing words were met with a thunderous cheer from the crowd.
"Freedom!"
"Freedom!"
"Freedom!"
But then, a hesitant voice emerged from the crowd. A young man frowned and said, "But… what happens now? The Lawrence family may have been evil, and Eberhart's crimes are unspeakable, but without him, who will protect us from the dragon Ursa?"
The crowd fell silent.
Many knew that the reason for their victory was that the fearsome Lawrence family head, Eberhart, had not participated in the fight.
Suddenly, someone punched the young man, knocking him to the ground. "How dare you speak for the Lawrence family! You're a traitor!"
"Traitor!"
"Noble scum!"
"Send him to the gallows with the other nobles!"
The crowd's anger flared, and they turned on the innocent man, beating him relentlessly.
"Everyone, please calm down!" A man with a greatsword strapped to his back, who had been standing beside Vennessa, stepped forward. "We want all Mondstadt peoples—noble or commoner—to be treated equally, not to kill or exile every noble."
This man was none other than Kreuzlied, Eberhart's son, who had been stripped of his noble title and exiled. After joining the resistance, he played a key role in the revolution.
But someone pointed at Kreuzlied's face and shouted, "This guy… he looks just like Eberhart!"
"I remember him! He's Kreuzlied! He's a Lawrence too!"
"His blood is tainted with sin. Get out of our city!"
Stunned, Kreuzlied tried to explain, "You misunderstand… I'm not like my father…"
Smack!
A rock the size of an egg hit Kreuzlied square in the forehead, drawing blood.
Why is this happening?
Kreuzlied stood there, frozen, forgetting to wipe away the blood streaming down his face. As one of the key figures in overthrowing the nobility, shouldn't he be respected and celebrated like Vennessa?
But now, simply because he bore the Lawrence name, the very people he had freed were cursing him and demanding he leave Mondstadt.
Father, was my choice… really a mistake?
Boom!
At that moment, the previously clear sky suddenly darkened with thick clouds.
A massive shadow soared out of the distance, circling above Mondstadt.
It was the nightmare of countless Mondstadt citizens—the dragon Ursa, whose name alone could silence even the most stubborn child.
In an instant, the festive cheers in the plaza turned to terrified silence as everyone stared at Vennessa, the hero of Mondstadt.
"E-Everyone, don't panic!" Vennessa gripped the Windhawk Sword tightly and shouted, "Prepare the ballistae! Begin evacuation of the citizens…"
But before she could finish, the dragon Ursa opened its massive maw and unleashed a blast of black and purple dragonfire.
The once-crowded plaza, filled with celebratory revelers, erupted into chaos as the flames carved a deadly path through the people. Hundreds of Mondstadters were engulfed in the purple-black fire, their agonizing screams filling the air.
Unlike normal flames, Ursa's dragonfire was impossible to extinguish. Once it touched someone, it clung to them like a parasite, burning them alive until nothing remained but ashes.
Though Vennessa was skilled in swordsmanship, she was still only human. In the real world's history, she had only been able to fight Ursa with the help of the Anemo Archon Barbatos.
She had expected that, by sacrificing Eberhart to Ursa, the two would fight each other to the death. But now, it seemed Ursa was stronger than ever.
"Mondstadt, your tyrant has returned!"
Vennessa turned around in shock to see Lucas, alive and standing before her with a smile.
"H-How is this possible?" Vennessa stammered. "How could you… still be unharmed?"
"Oh, I forgot to mention," Lucas said, pointing to his chest. "My vitality… is five hundred and seventy-two times that of a normal warrior."
Lucas's sudden appearance was like a crushing blow to Vennessa.
Looking at this man, who had become a living nightmare, her hands gripping the sword began to tremble.
"I have to admit, your plan was pretty good. If not for a small unexpected turn, Ursa and I might have really fought to the death," Lucas said as he slowly approached Vennessa. "Your biggest mistake was not finishing me off with a single strike."
"I can't lose because..." Vennessa roared, charging at Lucas with the Windhawk Sword. The blade was now surrounded by swirling wind blades. "Freedom never loses!"
Lucas couldn't help but smile bitterly inside.
At this point, he felt just like a villain in a novel. If this were a story, Vennessa, as the heroine, would probably be empowered by some protagonist aura and defeat him in a dramatic comeback.
But this wasn't a novel, and Vennessa wasn't the main character.
Out of respect for this fierce rebel, Lucas didn't fight her barehanded. Instead, he pulled out a spear from behind him.
The spearhead gleamed like a needle, silver and sharp.
In truth, just based on his overwhelming physical strength, Vennessa was already no match for the current Lucas. Even more so, Lucas's skill with the spear was no less than Vennessa's swordsmanship.
His flowing, graceful spear technique dazzled Vennessa, making it hard for her to keep up.
But what distracted her even more were the desperate screams and cries for help echoing all around. Under the demonic flames of the dragon Ursa, both well-armed rebel soldiers and unarmed civilians were being burned to ashes without escape.
Vennessa still couldn't understand why Ursa and Lucas hadn't ended up killing each other.
The head of the Lawrence family was certainly crafty, but could his tricks really fool a dragon?
Suddenly, the dragon Ursa swooped down, biting down hard on a rebel soldier. Before the soldier could even cry out for help, there was a loud "crunch" as fragments of armor shattered. Ursa chewed twice before spitting out a helmeted head.
The head rolled across the ground a few times before coming to a stop at Vennessa's feet.
"So," Lucas smiled at the dragon Ursa, "how does it taste?"
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Author's Note: Well seems like some people misunderstood so lemme clarify
Lucas did not fuck his daughter...
Lucas's daughter and Vennessa are different people.
And well we did not reach 1200.. Well I'll upload the chapter later if we reach it!