I don't want to be a dragon maid!

"I'm sorry, no matter how much you offer, I won't agree. My work for today is finished..."

"What about this one?"

At this moment, Berg produced a bright red "flower" as if by magic and placed it on the table.

However, this is no ordinary flower. Both the base and the blossom are made of rubies, and it looks about the size of two fists, reflecting a unique brilliance in the sunlight.

Damn!

Noah gasped, staring at the flower made of rubies, unable to look away for a long time.

Looking at Noah's expression, Berg smiled smugly and said softly.

"Miss Maid, may I trade this flower for a painting?"

Noah didn't answer immediately. She looked at the gem flower for a while, then looked up, took a deep breath, and then looked at Berg and said.

"can!"

"Well, it seems we've struck a deal. Now, Miss Maid, would you please draw a full-body portrait of me?"

Berg sat in his chair, crossed his legs, and spoke slowly in a slightly flippant tone.

"If you can paint the real me on the canvas, I will give you a second flower as a reward!"

"No need, one is enough for me."

Noah picked up his paintbrush and said calmly.

"My name is Berg Susan, and I'm a stage actress. May I ask your name, Miss Maid? I'd like to get to know you."

Berg looked at Noah's face, a faint smile on his lips.

“Wosri Baba, that’s my name.”

Noah's lips curved slightly, and a hint of pleasure appeared on her face.

"Baba? That's quite a unique surname; it's the first time I've ever heard of it..."

Berg stroked his chin, pondered for a moment, and then said.

"Is it because I come from the East? That's why my surname is somewhat special!"

Noah shook the water off her brush, looked at Berg with a friendly smile, and said softly.

"You can call me Baba or Miss Baba, but I prefer to be called Baba because it feels more intimate and helps to bridge the gap between two people, especially the emotional distance..."

"Okay, Daddy, how does it feel? Do you feel like our hearts are close?"

Seeing Noah's kind and friendly attitude, Berg's eyes revealed a hint of surprise, and he said with affection.

"Pfft!"

Noah exhaled, her shoulders twitching slightly. She bit her lower lip tightly, her beautiful face contorting into a strange expression, as if she were enduring something.

"Baba, what's wrong with you?"

Berg paused for a moment, then spoke hesitantly.

"It's nothing, I was just thinking about something happy."

Noah controlled her expression, coughed a few times, and then regained her composure and continued painting.

At this moment, the fans began to swarm towards Berg, wanting to get closer to their idol.

However, Berg was surrounded by more than a dozen formidable magical guards, and any fans who tried to get close were blocked by the guards' magic.

"Berg, look this way!"

Akame, I love you!

"I want to have your babies!!!"

Fans who couldn't get through could only wave handkerchiefs or flowers, their expressions fervent, shouting loudly, trying to attract Berg's attention.

However, their male gods' attention was all on the silver-haired maid in front of them.

"Dad, I want to ask you, are you married?"

"no!"

Do you have someone you like?

"Have!"

"Is the person you like as handsome as me?"

Noah paused her paintbrush, looked at Berg, and then rolled her eyes dramatically.

"She's prettier than you!"

Chapter Seventy-Eight: Shelley's Surprise Attack!

"Prettier than me?"

A question mark appeared above Berg's head. He looked at Noah and said with some reluctance.

"Miss Maid, don't you have any other thoughts about me? Like wanting to have a passionate romance with me or something!"

"no!"

Noah resolutely refused, she said calmly.

"We've only known each other for a short time, why would I want to have a passionate romance with you? Is the master no longer fun, or is the work done, or is the dessert no longer delicious?"

"You were quite decisive in your refusal. But I, Akame, have seen many beautiful girls, and they were all initially cold and even disgusted with me, just like you!"

Berg placed his hand on the mahogany table, gently touching the ring on his finger with a strange smile on his face.

"But it would be best if they were all attracted by my charm and took the initiative to accept me. I think you, Baba, will be no exception. You will eventually choose me!"

"Sigh, you're really narcissistic! The idea of ​​me choosing you sounds more like a joke..."

Noah sighed and said with a speechless expression.

"Daydreaming, please go home and get back to normal? Choosing you is simply impossible!!!"

Haha, who knows?

Berg chuckled a few times and said softly.

Beneath the table, unseen by Noah, a large mouth appeared on Berg's stomach, containing beast-like sharp teeth, a flexible tongue, and even tentacles resembling red threads.

These tentacles, as if alive, slithered around Noah's ankles, trying to find exposed skin...

Noah, however, seemed oblivious to everything, still keeping his head down and concentrating on his drawing.

This was Berg's purpose; he only sought out Noah to chat in order to attract the other's attention so that Noah could activate the tentacles of his thin ropes.

As long as these tentacles infiltrate her body, no matter how much she hated him before, she will eventually become his fanatical follower!

So, no matter how outrageous Berg's actions are towards those controlled by the red line, she will not object; in fact, she will be even happier.

Berg looked at the silver-haired maid in front of him and a cold smile crept into his heart. In a little while, he would be able to do whatever he wanted to this maid.

This target is referred to as the "bride".

He has now found the hiding place; all he needs to do now is let Red Line go into hiding...

Just as Berg was about to make his move, a furious shout suddenly came from afar.

"Noah!!!"

Berg instinctively looked toward the sound and saw an ice spike flying toward them.

He quickly bent down to dodge the attack. The huge ice spike crashed into the ground and shattered into millions of pieces. The attack was not over. These pieces, like flying knives, pierced directly into Berg's body.

Before Berg could even let out a cry of pain, a petite figure fell from the sky. It was Shelley. She landed on the square and stared coldly at Berg.

"Die, you monster!"

Shelley let out an angry shout, and a smooth, mirror-like ice blade appeared in her hand. She then slashed fiercely at Berg.

At that moment, a figure blocked Berg's path, gripping the ice blade he was about to slash with.

Drop after drop of blood fell onto the floor.

Shelley's expression gradually shifted from anger to astonishment. She looked at Noah, who stood calmly before her, her pale blue eyes revealing a bewildered look.

"Noah, why?"

"Lord Shelley!"

Noah remained calm, her right hand gripping the ice blade, blood dripping from between her fingers.

Shelley didn't speak. She quickly dropped the ice scalpel in her hand, then gently grasped Noah's hand, looking at the deep cut on his finger.

Shelley's pupils trembled slightly, like the ancient, unyielding ice of Antarctica slowly breaking apart.

Guilt and shame appeared on Shelley's face.

"what!"

At that moment, a fan in the distance screamed, and the crowd immediately stirred.

Berg's guards quickly surrounded him in the center, holding long spears and swords, watching Shelley warily.

"Killed!!!"

"That woman wants to kill Akame!!!"

"Trying to kill someone in broad daylight? That's incredibly audacious."

A great murmur arose from the crowd, and the fans glared angrily at Shelley.

"No, this guy isn't even human!"

Shelley noticed the crowd's anger and instinctively looked at Noah, quickly explaining.

"I saw a huge mouth on his stomach, and lots of red threads were coming out of the mouth. Those threads were gradually reaching towards Noah. This guy was trying to do something bad, so I..."

"Miss, is this the mouth you're talking about...?"

At this moment, Berg lifted his shirt, revealing a huge wound running across his stomach beneath his eight-pack abs, looking like a crooked centipede.

Berg sighed and said with a helpless expression.