The Journey of the Rainbow Dragon.

He even attacked the partners of his own disciples?
Iris felt it necessary to remind the little girl to observe the ethics of a teacher.

Of course, most importantly, she was subconsciously a little jealous of the other person's relationship.

What's strange is that Carol actually felt the same aversion towards Iris when he met her for the first time.

Maybe this is the repulsion of like.
Ever since Iris moved into the castle, the two of them had a small quarrel every three days and a big quarrel every seven days.

Just like the previous scene.

However, despite the quarrel, everyone remained rational and did not take any extreme actions.

Or maybe, quarreling itself is their unique way of communicating.

"Strange, where's Vivian?"

After a heated argument with Carol, Iris, who had won the battle, suddenly felt that something was missing in the room.

After searching around, Iris was surprised to find that the silver-haired, red-eyed girl who usually got up first was not at her seat.

Not only Iris, but even Setsuna was a little surprised.

Vivian was never late in the past, so why hasn't she come down yet?

Setsuna frowned slightly: "I'll go up and take a look."

Carol, who sat back in her seat, stopped her:

"She practiced her new magic until the early hours yesterday, let her have a good rest today."

Carol picked up the remaining milk and gulped it down as she explained.

Hearing this, Iris asked curiously, "What kind of magic is this? Why are you in such a hurry?"

Carol rolled her eyes.

"Oh, I won't tell you!"

Leona on the other side explained:
"According to the news from a few days ago, the queen of the New Orc Kingdom will hold a coronation ceremony soon. She has sent invitations to all the major forces in Karen, hoping to gain their approval and discuss the future national policies of the New Orc Kingdom towards the outside world."

"And Vivian will most likely go there as a representative of the Rose Kingdom, so His Majesty the King has specially bestowed several royal secret techniques in the hope that they will help Vivian."

After hearing this, Iris showed a look of sudden enlightenment:

"So that's how it is. Indeed, I remember that little fellow had several unique magics. If Vivian learns them, she will be able to save her life even when facing a legend."

(Due to the privacy of the lady, Iris’ age cannot be disclosed in more detail, but it can be said that Iris is about twice as old as the old king. However, because she was very young when she was promoted to Legend, she still retains the appearance of a girl after hundreds of years.)

Hearing this, Setsuna nodded:
"Then let her have a good rest."

After that, she picked up Vivian's favorite soup, prepared to put it back in the kitchen to heat it up, and then serve it on the table after Vivian woke up.

However, when Setsuna was halfway through, she froze.

She was surprised to see Vivian, wearing a large magic hat and with red and swollen eyes, walking slowly down at the corner of the stairs on the second floor.

Her red and swollen eyes were obviously the result of her crying.

Not only Setsuna, but others also quickly noticed this unusual scene.

Without bothering to talk about the previous topic, Hermione, Carol and Leona stood up, quickly ran to Vivian, and asked with concern:
"what happened?"

"Vivian, what happened?" Leona asked worriedly.

"Have any enemies sneaked in? Are you injured? Where are the enemies now?" Carol was very nervous and looked around anxiously.

Even Gaia closed her book.

She tilted her head and looked at Vivian with a questioning look.

This girl, who is usually as gentle as the moon, seems particularly fragile today.

"Is it an illusion?"

Gaia frowned and observed Vivian's condition carefully.

She was sure that Vivian's body had not suffered any physical damage.

However, strangely, after just one night's absence, the powerful aura that had gradually disappeared from Vivian's body became strong again.

at the same time
the other side

There was another person who did not leave his seat like Gaia.

Iris sat silently on the bench, frowning as she began to sense the protective array she had set up in advance.

But unfortunately, she didn't get any information feedback from the magic circle, as if it had never been triggered.

This is normal.

If it were in the past, Ron might have had some trouble facing the legendary magic circle.

But at this moment, for a dragon god, he only needed to snap his fingers, and this legendary protective magic was like a treasure house with its door opened, allowing him to take whatever he wanted.

"Everyone, I'm fine. I was just blinded by the wind."

Looking at the people in front of her who showed concern, Vivian said with some emotion and some shame.

"nonsense."

Hermione frowned and directly exposed:

"Your eyes are all swollen from crying. You don't look like nothing happened."

"Yes."

Carol said angrily:

"Tell me, Vivian, who is so bold as to bully my students? I must teach it a lesson!"

Leona coughed dryly and reminded quietly: "But you can't even beat Vivian now."

“It’s not important”

Carroll said as a matter of course:
"If it doesn't work, let Dad do it! He doesn't have much to do anyway. Instead of staying at home doing gardening or something like that, he might as well go out and stretch his muscles."

A sly light flashed across her face:
"If that doesn't work, bring in that kid with the scabbard (Sword Saint) and that old woman who eats and lives for free (Iris) to launch a righteous siege. I don't believe that the three legends can't win!"

As Carol spoke, he rubbed his hands together, as if he had already imagined a wonderful battle in his mind.

The more Vivian listened, the more she felt something was wrong. She waved her hands and tried to explain:
"No, no, there are no enemies, just..."

But her words were interrupted by a sudden voice coming from the hat on her head.

"Tsk tsk tsk~~~"

A tiny dragon claw poked out from under the brim of the hat, slowly lifting the wide pointed magic hat, revealing a small figure hidden inside - a mini rainbow dragon.

"I heard that someone wants to attack me?"

Ron, whose body had shrunk, supported his chin with a smile on his face.

"."

The air suddenly became quiet and the room fell into a long silence.

But what happened after the silence was beyond Ron's imagination.

Carol raised her eyebrows:
"Hey! Let's go."

She turned around and dragged Vivian, who looked at a loss, towards the restaurant.

The others also returned to their seats silently, as if they had seen nothing and nothing had happened.

Only Ron was left standing there blankly, looking a little confused.

He silently shouted in his heart:
[We agreed to meet again after a long separation! We agreed to cry tears of joy! Why do you look like you are looking at a scumbag dragon? ]

Fortunately, what made Ron feel a little relieved was that not everyone had "abandoned" him.

Hermione remained standing.

Regardless of what others did, her eyes always followed the small figure.

Ron was keenly aware of Hermione's inner fluctuations and felt a warm feeling in his heart.

He didn't say anything, but just flew to Hermione, reached out his hand and gently touched her head, as if to comfort her, or to express his relief.

"Welcome back, Dad."

Hermione lowered her head and spoke softly.

At this moment, a strange emotion surged in her heart.

There was a slight itch in the corner of my eyes, as if there was an urge to expel excess moisture.

However, this was not how she had designed it to work, so Hermione controlled the excess water and forced it back into her body.

Ron noticed all this, but he didn't say much, still with a warm smile on his face:
"Let's go. Skipping breakfast is bad for your health."

"Ah."

Hermione nodded, silently feeling the long-lost warmth in her heart, then turned around and followed Ron.

However, just as she was about to retreat to the rear, a dragon claw suddenly stretched out, gently grabbed her hand, and stopped her movement.

"No longer need to guard others in the shadows."

Ron said in a deep voice, his eyes showing tenderness and determination, as if he could see through Hermione's heart.

Looking at that perfect face which has not changed at all since before leaving.

Ron thought for a moment, his eyes softened, and suddenly asked:
"If from now on, you will no longer be a cold construct, but a real, flesh-and-blood human being, are you willing to accept this change?"

Hermione was stunned

Her eyes widened slightly, as if she was digesting Ron's words.

She raised her head quietly, her eyes lingering on Ron's face.

As a constructed life form, Hermione's existence has always been centered around tasks and responsibilities, rather than self-awareness. Ron's sudden question was like a stone thrown into a calm lake, stirring up ripples in her heart.

"I"

Hermione whispered, but she cut herself off before the words came out.

She raised her head and stared at the being in front of her who had created her.

Ron's eyes were full of warmth and expectation, as if encouraging her to imagine a new future, a future full of unknowns and possibilities.

Hermione had never thought about the proposition of "herself". She felt unfamiliar and even had a hint of fear about the transformation from a constructed life to a "person with flesh and blood".

Having flesh and blood means she will have real sentience, emotional experience, and unknown vulnerabilities.

“Will this change bring me closer to my father?”

Hermione finally asked the question in her mind, her voice soft and tinged with desire.

Ron neither admitted nor denied it, but continued to hold Hermione's hand gently.

He understood Hermione's hesitation.

After all, this is a big change, even an adventure.

"Perhaps, this will allow you to have a complete feeling and experience the true meaning of life."

Ron said softly:

"Joys and sorrows, happiness and anger, sorrow and joy, will all become part of your life. You will no longer be just a tool to complete orders, but a being who can pursue your own wishes."

Looking at the confused Hermione.

"Let's go."

Ron did not force her to make a choice now, but took her hand and said with a smile:

"Don't keep them waiting too long."

Hermione raised her head and stared blankly at her creator.

Finally, she nodded, and for the first time, a smile appeared on her lips:

"it is good"

Hermione and Ron pushed open the beautifully carved oak door and walked into a restaurant as bright as day.

The oval silver dining table, which is more than ten meters long, gleams with light, reflecting the brilliant glow of the chandelier on the ceiling.

Everyone had already taken their seats at the table, and the occasional clatter of cutlery could be heard amid their low conversations.

Vivian sat next to Carol, frowning slightly, and turned to look at Ron from time to time, as if she was hesitating about explaining something.

She subconsciously clenched the napkin in her hand, revealing a bit of nervousness.

When Ron saw this scene, he slightly raised the corner of his mouth and gave her a "reassuring" look.

Ron patted Hermione's shoulder gently, motioning her to return to her seat.

Then he said unhappily:
"I say, is this how you guys treat the master of the Castle of Justice?"

Carol raised his eyelids, raised the corners of his mouth slightly, and retorted with a hint of disdain:

"Nonsense, this castle was clearly given to Tina by the Magic Academy!"

"It's true."

Ron sat down in the main seat that was vacated by everyone intentionally or unintentionally, and said in a relaxed but firm tone:
"But what's hers is mine, what's the problem?"

"you"

This time it was Carol's turn to stare with wide eyes, at a loss.

Although she had guessed it, she was still shocked when Ron openly revealed his relationship with Tina at this moment.

Vivian, who was sitting next to Carol, couldn't help but tremble slightly.

Although he quickly regained his composure, the subtle changes were still caught by the careful Iris and Leona.

They exchanged meaningful glances, put down their cutlery tacitly, pricked up their ears, and prepared to continue listening.

Carol frowned, with a hint of displeasure in his tone:

"what do you mean?"

Ron spread his hands and shrugged:

"It's simple. As the mate of a real dragon, this castle is naturally our common property."

"What about Vivian?"

There was a hint of chill in Carol's voice:

"What are you going to do to her?"

As Vivian's first teacher, Carol knows best about Vivian's feelings for Ron.

Especially Ron's special existence, which has almost become a coordinate and imprint for Vivian.

Carol couldn't imagine what Vivian would become after losing Ron. Perhaps at that time, death would become a relief.

She would never allow her students to be hurt in this way, either physically or emotionally.

Hearing this, Ron showed a strange expression on his face:

"Who told you that a dragon can only have one mate?"

Looking at the stunned Carol, Ron couldn't help but teased:
"Having three wives and four concubines is a good virtue passed down by our ancestors. I plan to inherit it well."

Carol was speechless, and Ron turned his eyes to her with a hint of amusement:
"Besides, you don't think you can stay out of this after what happened that night, do you?"

Ron glanced at Carol, then looked around at the others, with a hint of teasing in his eyes:
"I have no intention of letting someone else marry my partner."

Carol was caught off guard by these words.

Even Setsuna and Vivian beside them widened their eyes and their cheeks turned red involuntarily.

On the other hand, Iris, Hermione, Gaia and others seemed quite calm.

Among the three of them, one is a legendary wizard who has experienced hundreds of years, one is a constructed life form that theoretically has no emotions, and one is a plane will whose age starts from twelve digits. Naturally, they would not be excited by Ron's simple words.

As for Leona?
Now she just wants to eat her sister's melon quietly~~~
To some people, Ron's words were indeed a bit too damaging.

"Are you kidding me about this?"

Carol's voice was trembling with nervousness.

She wanted to remain calm in front of everyone, but Ron's straightforwardness and boldness seemed to deliberately challenge her psychological defenses.

However, Ron did not hold back because of her reaction. Instead, he smiled even more casually:
"You know, I never joke about this kind of thing easily."

Although his tone was light, the seriousness in his eyes was unquestionable.

Because these words were not just addressed to Carol, but to everyone else at the table.

"You! You you. You! What the hell are you talking about?"

Carol stammered, trying to maintain her composure, but the blush on her face betrayed her inner turmoil.

As a person who always speaks his mind, Carol is actually not very good at hiding his emotions, especially in such occasions.

Ron continued to look at her with a smile, as if enjoying her embarrassment:
"What I said is the truth. If you don't believe me, you can find some time to confirm it."

Ron continued to tease this beautiful but low-profile tutor, his voice full of teasing.

After saying this, Carol could no longer hold back.

Her whole body turned red, like a cooked shrimp, and the blush on her face almost spread to her ears.

"You! You! I don't understand! I don't understand what he's saying at all. What nonsense is he talking about!"

She stood up hurriedly, gesticulating and trying to explain.

But this pale explanation seemed so powerless in front of everyone.

Everyone at the table looked at him thoughtfully.

Even Vivian, who had blushed at Ron's previous words, seemed to be thinking about something.

She finally understood why the teacher always acted so strangely when talking about Ron.

There is a type of person who, the more she (he) likes the other person, the more she (he) wants to distance herself from the other person.

Even when they are walking together, looking at each other, or communicating normally, they will be so nervous that they cannot control themselves, as if being discovered by others that they like this thing would cost them their lives.

But if the person she likes really cuts off ties with her completely, she will be alone and sad at night.

Carol is undoubtedly such a character.

Unfortunately, Ron wasn't going to play any "aristocratic lady confession strategy game" with her.

Straight ball is the best attack!

In particular, when you have enough power to kick a net, your super brain will tell you the best solution to score everything - a straight ball will do the trick!
"you!"

Carol couldn't stand this atmosphere anymore, so he got up in a hurry, said "I'm full" and ran away.

"Pedal, pedal, pedal"

Hearing the sound of people coming up the stairs gradually fade away, everyone came to their senses.

Look at each other

After a moment's silence, Iris was the first to lose her patience and burst into merciless laughter.

"Pfft, hahahaha"

Suddenly, the whole restaurant was filled with a cheerful atmosphere. (End of this chapter)