I don't want to be a dragon maid!

“I was a mercenary for a while. This is a wound I got from doing something bad during a mission. People often mistake it for a big mouth…”

"That's not true at all. I clearly saw you with your mouth wide open, about to attack Noah."

Shelley panicked even more. She looked at Noah, clutched his skirt tightly, and a hint of fear flashed in her eyes.

Shelley could disregard other people's opinions, but she was afraid Noah would misunderstand her...

I was really scared; even Shelley didn't know why she was so scared.

"Noah, believe me..."

Shelley looked at Noah for a long time without speaking, feeling increasingly uneasy, and her voice carried a hint of pleading.

"Hmm, Lord Shelley, did you go to take a bath? And did you use a new soap?"

Noah slowly raised her head, looked at Shelley, and said with a serious expression.

"Ugh?"

Shelley was stunned, as were the fans and Berg in the distance.

“Miss Shelley, you used to wear the scent of a hundred flowers, but now you wear the scent of grapes.”

Noah moved closer to Shelley, she sniffed, and said with a serious expression.

"The fragrance of a hundred flowers is more suitable for Lord Shelley. After all, the layers of that fragrance suit Lord Shelley better. After all, Lord Shelley is still a child. The scent of grapes is too strong; you can't handle it..."

"No, what are you talking about with the murderer, maid? Hand over the murderer right now!"

"Yes! Hand over the murderer and send her to the guard post."

"Why send her to the guardhouse? She hurt our beloved Akame! Hang her, burn her alive!"

The fans became angry again, and they approached Noah step by step, their faces showing similar hatred and rage.

Chapter Seventy-Nine: Noah, I Will Protect You

They believed they were murderers, and they wanted to die!

Shelley trembled, her face etched with the words of someone who had experienced everything since childhood, but this was the first time she had ever witnessed such collective malice.

Shelley panicked and instinctively tried to run away, retreating backward. Just then, a hand grabbed Shelley's left hand, and when she turned around, she saw Noah's gentle smiling face.

"Lady Shelley, don't be afraid, I'm here, Noah will protect you!"

"Noah..."

These words seemed to have a magical power; Shelley's body stopped trembling, and looking at the silver-haired maid in front of her, she gripped Noah's hand even tighter.

At this moment, several excited fans pulled out wooden sticks and sickles from somewhere, and they approached Shelley while cursing.

Noah strode forward, blocking Shelley's path, and her somewhat dim golden eyes instantly burst forth with dazzling light.

"You've had enough fun, haven't you? Do you really think I have no temper?!"

This voice was a little different from Noah's usual baby voice. The clear voice had a touch of heaviness, like an ancient bell ringing in the deep mountains, or the angry roar of an ancient god echoing in the sky.

These words were like a wake-up call, causing the female fans who were getting close to stop in their tracks, their eyes filled with fear.

Shelley hid behind Noah, not feeling afraid, but just looking at Noah, she felt that the perverted maid who liked to tease her had suddenly disappeared.

She became a distant deity, unattainable and beyond reach.

The only connection they could have was through their clasped hands...

Berg, who had been watching the scene unfold, was also unsettled. He had seen it clearly: the words seemed to be directed at the female fan, but the silver-haired maid was looking in his direction with an expression as if she were looking at rotting garbage…

"Who...who are you? Why are you suddenly getting involved in this!"

One of the fans stammered.

"Who am I? You want to hang my master and burn him alive, and you still ask me who I am?"

Noah gave a cold smile, and her golden eyes flashed with a chilling light.

"She is your master?"

The fans stared in disbelief at the menacing Noah and the somewhat timid Shelley hiding behind her.

"That's right, what kind of skill is it to bully my master? If you've got the guts, come at me!"

Noah glanced around at the people around her and said loudly.

“I’ll show you the meaning behind the name Worsley Baba!”

"She...she's a murderer, and murderers should be punished..."

Another fan, carrying a large order, shouted loudly.

"It's true that murderers should be punished; there really is a murderer here!"

Noah sneered, looked at Berg, and said with a serious expression.

"Mr. Susan, your fans seem to have 'normal' values; murderers should be punished! Do you think this statement is right or wrong?"

Berg's expression changed, and large beads of sweat appeared on his fair skin. He forced an awkward smile.

“I believe this is all a misunderstanding, Miss Noah. I have no intention of pursuing this matter.”

"How could nothing have happened? We clearly saw Akame being attacked by that crazy woman."

"Look, your pants are already torn; this can't be left like this!"

"Brother Akame, this woman is so scary, unlike us who only feel sorry for Giegie."

Seeing that Akame had spoken, the fans started chattering away, each one trying to play the victim better than the last.

"Hehe, Miss Susan, it seems your fans aren't planning to make peace with us?"

Noah wore a "kind" expression, looked at Berg, and said softly.

"How about we find a place to have a proper talk, and I can also check if you have any injuries so I can help you compensate?"

"No need, it's not a serious injury! It's nothing serious..."

Berg looked at Noah, a flash of fear crossing his eyes, and quickly said.

"No, Akame, they hurt you like this... This can't be..."

One of the fans wanted to continue.

"Shut up for me!"

A cold glint flashed in Berg's eyes as he glared at the fan and said in a low voice.

Upon hearing this, the fans looked bewildered and turned to look at Berg, saying in unison.

"Berg, I'm sorry."

"In short, it's all a misunderstanding. I must have done something rude to offend this young lady!"

Berg ignored them, turned to Noah, and resumed his smile.

"Yes, you did do something rude."

Noah said with a forced smile.

"It seems that Mr. Susan not only wants to get closer to me psychologically, but also physically! Lady Shelley has misunderstood."

The words were ambiguous, yet there was no hint of a smile in Noah's pale golden eyes; instead, they were filled with anger and indifference.

"No, no, how could I possibly have such a thought? If there's nothing else, I'll take my leave now. I'll meet up with Baba another day."

Berg's smile grew increasingly unpleasant as he slowly backed away, trying to leave the place.

"Mr. Susan, wait a minute!"

Noah suddenly called out to Berg.

"Is there a problem?"

Berg stopped in his tracks, turned his head stiffly, and said awkwardly.

"You forgot to take your painting."

Noah pointed to the portrait covered with a red cloth on the ground and said calmly.

"OK, thanks."

Berg's expression changed. He ran back in small steps, picked up the painting, and disappeared into the crowd.

As soon as the man left, the fans disappeared as quickly as they disappeared into a drop of water, and the entire Baihua Square was suddenly half empty.

"Phew, talking to this person is really tiring."

Noah wiped the sweat from her forehead, breathed a sigh of relief, and the golden eyes in her eyes gradually dimmed.

"Lord Shelley, were you startled...?"

Noah turned to check on Shelley, but the girl seemed to lose her balance and fell into Noah's arms, calling out softly.

"Noah?"

"Lord Shelley, I'm here!"

"Noah?"

“Lord Shelley, you already called me…”

"Noah! Noah! Noah! Noah! Noah! Noah! Noah! Noah..."

Shelley hugged Noah, burying her face in his chest and calling his name repeatedly, as if trying to confirm something.

Noah looked at Shelley like this, and she smiled gently, reaching out to touch Noah's soft golden hair, and said softly.

"Don't worry, Lady Shelley, I haven't changed. Noah is still Noah! Noah will definitely protect you, don't be afraid! Don't be afraid!"

Shelley seemed to have her thoughts revealed, her body trembled violently, she buried her head even deeper, and said in an awkward tone.

"Idiot, who are you, and what do you have to do with me..."

This time Shelley didn't say anything more, but hugged Noah even tighter.

Chapter 80: The "Injured" Noah Desires an Angel's Kiss