After work, start to speedrun the other world-Chapter 606 - 244: The Pinnacle of Puppetry Technology

Chapter 606: Chapter 244: The Pinnacle of Puppetry Technology

Afternoon.

Evelyn snuggled into Ahtal’s embrace, her dragon tail draped over Ahtal’s waist. The white-scaled tail, faintly visible as it shifted with her breath, bore traces of dirt and moisture that dripped onto the bed.

The slanted rays of the setting sun poured through the window, illuminating the two of them. Discarded clothes lay scattered on the floor below the bed, and the air was still thick with the unspoken remnants of passion.

"Are you tired?" Xi Mu lowered his head, his gaze falling on Evelyn’s petite figure. Her body was pressed tightly against him, her small chest squished into a soft, rounded shape. The languid white tail swayed feebly, seeming to answer Ahtal’s question in its own way.

Xi Mu instinctively reached out, gently stroking the white dragon tail. His palm brushed across the smooth dragon scales. This tail, which had been vibrantly animated before, would often shift its shape depending on her mood—sometimes taut with tension, at other times drooping lifelessly.

"Why do you like it when I keep my tail visible?" Evelyn tilted her adorable face up at him. Her tail flicked slightly, swatting his teasing hand away. She was utterly exhausted right now, and if Ahtal kept playing with her tail, it might arouse him further, leaving her no time to rest properly.

"Without your tail, how could anyone know you’re a Dragon Girl?" Xi Mu replied lightly. Evelyn gave him a resigned look at his comment, swatting away his hand again as she withdrew her tail and returned fully to her human form.

Then she shot him a retort:

"So does that mean Sleipnir should keep a horse tail, so everyone knows she’s a horse girl?"

Xi Mu froze at her words, his expression clouding with contemplation. But before he could speak, he felt a playful nip—on his lips, no less. He couldn’t utter a word as Evelyn glared at him in mock irritation, her eyes seeming to scold him for thinking of someone else at a moment like this.

However, Evelyn’s expression quickly shifted to one of panic as Ahtal’s intent gaze darkened and his hand moved instinctively along her back.

It was already afternoon.

And just then—

*Knock knock.* A gentle rapping came at the door, followed by Yijelika’s serene, elegant voice. This time, however, her tone carried a playful edge, as if she knew precisely what had transpired inside the room.

"Mother is looking for us," Evelyn said, pushing Ahtal away. Sitting upright on the bed with her legs tucked beneath her, her long white hair cascaded down her fragrant shoulders, conveniently covering her pert figure.

Then she extended her hand towards Ahtal.

"Get up, my hero."

"..."

Xi Mu clasped Evelyn’s outstretched hand, helping her as they both got out of bed. Donning the scattered garments that lay around the bed, they prepared themselves.

Pushing open the door.

Yijelika tilted her head, sizing up the pair inside. Kneeling slightly, she deftly adjusted her daughter’s hair and whispered in a soft voice:

"After you’ve had a bath, come down for dinner."

Then she added with an air of delicate precision,

"Since the apocalypse is drawing near, it might be best not to have children for now. After all, bringing a child into this world would only mean subjecting them to its imminent end."

"..."

Evelyn’s cheeks flushed a deep crimson. She hadn’t expected such a blunt remark from her mother, but she had to admit it was a valid point.

"Well then, I’ll leave you two be." Yijelika gave a small wave before gracefully turning and disappearing around the corner. In theory, she shouldn’t meddle too much, but with her daughter so close at hand, she simply couldn’t resist voicing her concerns.

Xi Mu and Evelyn exchanged a glance. They followed the maid to the bathroom, where they meticulously scrubbed themselves from head to toe.

Afterward, they made their way to the castle’s rooftop.

This evening’s banquet was even more lavish than the previous night’s, prepared personally by Yijelika. Apparently, she intended to help her daughter recover her strength as swiftly as possible.

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Meanwhile.

In the capital city of the White Dragon Clan.

The royal palace.

*Clang.*

A goblet tumbled from the throne, red wine spilling down the steps. Yet, the White Dragon King on the throne seemed utterly unbothered by such trivial matters. His wide eyes blazed with a chilling intensity as he stared at the maid delivering the report, radiating an aura of suffocating pressure.

"Someone spent the entire night in my daughter’s room and didn’t come out?!"

"..."

The maid’s body trembled slightly before she nodded. She had already reported this crucial piece of information the previous night but had received no response from the White Dragon King. She had assumed he didn’t care about such affairs.

In the upper echelons of the Dragon Kingdom, chastity was not particularly cherished. Many princes and princesses maintained numerous lovers—and in some cases, even engaged in questionable relationships between siblings.

So she had thought the White Dragon King wouldn’t care what happened to the little princess.

"Who is that man?!" The White Dragon King’s expression shifted to one of anguish, the unmistakable look of a protective father. Who was the scoundrel that had deceived his most precious daughter? His daughter, who was on good terms with the King of Ash and had leveraged that connection to forge an alliance with the Church of Death.

If she were deceived by some unknown bastard now, it would have dire consequences. Not only would the Church of Death’s stance change, but even the elusive King of Ash’s attitude might shift drastically.

The Dragon Maid shook her head. She didn’t know the man’s identity, having never interacted with him directly—she only had this piece of intelligence.

The White Dragon King rose from his seat and vanished instantly, determined to confront the scoundrel who had ensnared his most beloved child with his own eyes.

A moment later.

The setting sun bathed the castle in its golden hues as the White Dragon King’s figure appeared. His expression, initially seething with rage and poised for confrontation, shifted naturally into one of hearty geniality.

"It was you, wasn’t it, who stopped the sun from rising last night?" he boomed, standing at the edge of the castle and addressing Ahtal at the dining table.