After work, start to speedrun the other world-Chapter 605 - 243: Is Becoming a Dragon Knight Illegal? _2

Chapter 605: Chapter 243: Is Becoming a Dragon Knight Illegal? _2

Actually, it makes perfect sense. Right now, Ahtal is the King of Ash, and there’s no liquor in this world that could truly get him drunk.

Unless Ahtal chooses to get drunk voluntarily.

"Should I get drunk?" Xi Mu set down his knife and fork and asked. Yijelika arched her delicate brows, blinked gently, and said:

"If you don’t get drunk, how will my daughter ever have a chance?"

The atmosphere suddenly became subtle.

Xi Mu glanced at the White-haired Lolita, who was cradling a glass of juice, attempting to mask her expression, her ruby-like eyes flickering.

Clearly, she was lost in thought.

"Lord Ahtal, care for a drink?" Yijelika raised her wine glass and gently clinked it with Ahtal’s.

Xi Mu downed his glass of red wine in one gulp, then raised a hand to rub his forehead. "I think I might be a little drunk."

White-haired Lolita: "..."

While she knew her mother was assisting, and Ahtal was cooperating quite well, she couldn’t help but feel utter shame, her toes curling with embarrassment. Her cheeks and even her neck flushed a vivid red—how was it possible for the legendary King of Ash to be affected by just one drink?

Yijelika, noticing her daughter’s reaction, responded with a gentle smile. Picking up the wine bottle from the table, she refilled her glass with red wine before clinking glasses with Ahtal again.

"A little drunk isn’t enough," she remarked, drinking her wine in another long sip, then watched as Ahtal drained his glass as well.

And so, they continued clinking glasses.

In order to help her daughter, Yijelika had no choice but to subtly guide the situation. Otherwise, Ahtal might soon leave the castle to reunite with old friends at the Church of Death, while her daughter would merely lie in bed, joyfully reminiscing about their reunion.

Time passed—perhaps moments, perhaps longer.

At the seaside, the sun neither rose nor fell, rendering the sense of time untraceable. Yijelika’s face was already flushed, her ruby-like eyes brimming with intoxication, her delicate hand propping up her chin as she gazed at Ahtal, now thoroughly passed out, sprawled across the table.

"Daughter, take him to a room to rest."

"Mother, maybe I should escort you back first?" The White-haired Lolita glanced at her tipsy mother, her expression hesitant.

But Yijelika rolled her seductive eyes at her daughter, propped herself up on the table with her slender hands, swayed slightly, then quickly regained her balance.

"There’s plenty of people to see me back." She beckoned to the nearby Dragon Maid, who hurried over to support her before leading her away.

Just as they reached the corner, Yijelika stopped in her tracks.

"Daughter, do you need me to teach you some basic knowledge?"

"There’s no need for you to teach me something like that!" The White-haired Lolita’s cheeks flushed even deeper, her voice raising involuntarily.

Yijelika chuckled softly at her daughter’s reaction before leaving with the maid. She had spoken on impulse, yet on second thought, such matters were far too intimate for her to interfere directly. Instead, she hoped her daughter could figure things out on her own and put whatever she learned into practice.

Within the Dragon Kingdom, related education was readily available—everything, even detailed positions, was laid out clearly. Thus, except for a few Dragons uninterested in learning, most were never short on this type of knowledge.

"Ahtal?" The White-haired Lolita withdrew her gaze and softly called out to the unconscious Ahtal beside her. Seeing no response, it genuinely seemed like he was entirely drunk.

But the mere possibility that Ahtal might be feigning sleep filled her with profound embarrassment.

After giving his shoulder a slight push, she tested again.

Still... nothing.

Hesitating briefly, the White-haired Lolita summoned a maid who had been standing silently close by, asking her to help lift Ahtal and carry him to her room.

As for why she didn’t do it herself, it was simply because she was too short. As a Lolita, attempting to assist Ahtal wasn’t feasible—unless she cradled him entirely in her arms, though considering her pitiful height, escorting him like that would appear far too awkward.

In the end, she had no choice but to leave it to the maid.

...

...

After the maid placed Ahtal on the bed:

"Your Highness, please take your time." The Dragon Maid folded her hands gracefully over her abdomen, bowed elegantly, and winked at the White-haired Lolita. Seeing her daughter’s adorably startled reaction, she left the room feeling fully satisfied.

Before closing the door, she cheekily winked again, earning herself a flustered glare from the White-haired Lolita, whose cheeks were now deeply flushed.

Such an endearing reaction.

Once the door shut, the outside sun suddenly sank, and silver moonlight poured through the window, falling upon the Lolita’s petite frame.

The room grew silent enough to hear a pin drop.

How had things ended up like this? The White-haired Lolita felt her head whirl slightly. Gazing at Ahtal, lying on the bed, she realized no matter what she did, he wouldn’t resist. Yet she lacked the necessary courage.

If Ahtal were the one initiating things, that would’ve been much easier to handle.

A moment passed.

The White-haired Lolita pressed her lips together, retrieved a bottle of red wine she’d hidden earlier, cast a glance at the moonlit window, and took a bold gulp. Unable to handle it, she coughed a few times—this was her first time drinking, and she clearly wasn’t used to it. 𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝚠𝕖𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝕖𝚕.𝚌𝗼𝗺

However, she quickly made up her mind, downing the entire bottle in one breath. As the empty bottle clattered to the floor, her consciousness blurred.

Approaching the bed, her awareness abruptly stopped, unable to recall what happened next.

Xi Mu opened his eyes, noticing the White-haired Lolita, now asleep beside him, adjusting her position before leaning against the bedpost himself. Looking out at the doll-like girl peering in through the window, he murmured:

"Doll, is something the matter?"

"Lord Ahtal, am I interrupting you?" The doll-like maiden asked hesitantly. Xi Mu shook his head and turned his gaze to the mumbling Lolita beside him.

Speaking evenly, he replied:

"Let’s discuss tomorrow instead."

"Understood." The doll-like maiden had no objections, retracting her head and leaving the space for just the King of Ash and the Dragon Clan’s little princess.

The next day.

At dawn.

The White-haired Lolita furrowed her brows faintly before opening her eyes, the first thing she saw being Ahtal’s sleeping face. She froze for a brief moment, then quickly snapped back to reality, inspecting herself. To her relief, she was fully dressed, and her body felt fine.

What had happened last night? All she could recall was drinking an entire bottle of wine, then her consciousness becoming hazy.

Why had she been foolish enough to drink the whole bottle?

Sitting on the bed in a "duck-style" position, the White-haired Lolita displayed a conflicted expression. She ought to have known her limits—finishing a bottle was bound to knock her out completely. Yet she’d acted on impulse and emptied it.

"Awake?" The teasing voice startled her, causing her small form to tremble slightly as she instantly looked toward the now-conscious Ahtal.

Their gazes met briefly.

"You drank so much; you should rest a bit longer," Xi Mu quipped, grabbing the White-haired Lolita’s small hand to pull her closer.

"Didn’t you once say that opposite genders weren’t allowed to become Dragon Knights?"

"Yes, because it’s easy for feelings to develop," the White-haired Lolita replied softly. She could feel a warm hand sliding up from her stomach, stopping at her chest. His fingers lightly pressed against her, eliciting an electrifying sensation.

"Do Dragon Kingdom laws apply to the King of Ash?" Xi Mu asked. "If I want to become a Dragon Knight, would that count as breaking the law?"

Her petite form curled inward slightly as she answered faintly:

"The foundation of law depends on sufficient force. If the Dragon Kingdom can’t enforce laws on the King of Ash, they lose all effect."

In this world, laws rely entirely on strength to uphold. If the King of Ash wielded the strongest power, his decisions became law—the most unchallengeable law.

All laws are ultimately determined by the powerful.

"Then I want to become Evelyn’s Dragon Knight," Xi Mu whispered into the Lolita’s ear. "Is that okay?"

Instead of answering directly, she responded: "It’s still daytime."

As soon as the words fell, the sky outside shifted instantly, the moon replacing the sun, daylight reverting to night.