I don't want to be a dragon maid!

"How could I dislike her? I like Shelley very much, even though she looks a bit clumsy."

Noah said with a smile.

"I like...you idiot!"

Shelley's ears turned red instantly, and she mustered her courage again, speaking softly.

"Oh right, Noah, I've been really busy today. I almost forgot about this: I passed the Snow Eagle City test today. How about we go celebrate? ...Just so you know, I'm not looking forward to any candlelight dinner... Sigh, are you asleep?"

Shelley hadn't finished speaking when she looked down and saw that Noah's eyes were closed and he was snoring softly.

"Really? Asleep..."

Shelley's pale blue eyes dimmed slightly, a hint of regret appearing on her face. However, she quickly recovered and continued stroking Noah's long silver hair…

Until she saw the wound on Noah's right hand.

"An angel's kiss?"

Shelley touched her lips with her finger and said thoughtfully.

"You idiot, you're just trying to take advantage of me... but..."

Shelley's heart suddenly raced. She looked at Noah's wound and thought of the moment she had chopped Noah in half.

"Just once, I'll do it just once, because I owe you one!"

Shelley, talking to herself, grasped Noah's right hand and slowly brought it towards her...

Snow Eagle City, North District.

Berg Susan wandered through the alleys and soon arrived at a villa.

The villa's exterior was covered in moss and stains, giving it a historical feel, while Berg pushed the rusty door, wanting to go inside.

"Wang Wang!"

At that moment, a stray dog ​​jumped out of the bushes and bit Berg's thigh.

However, as soon as it took the bite, the wild dog let out a miserable howl and lay on the ground rolling around in pain.

Berg lowered his head and gave the stray dog ​​a cold look. Then he hugged the painting in his arms tightly, pushed open the door, and walked towards the villa in front of him.

The stray dog ​​quickly stopped moving, and five minutes later, it was gone, replaced by a ground covered in thin red ropes...

Chapter Eighty-Three: Uppercut!!!

Berg entered the villa and casually placed the painting he was holding by the door. Then he smelled the aroma of black tea.

Berg followed the smell toward the living room and saw only a blurry figure sitting on the sofa with a steaming cup of black tea in front of it.

Sunlight shone through the cracks in the wooden planks onto it, but it couldn't illuminate the layers upon layers of shadows.

"Failed? I already said the bride is not easy to deal with. She killed five of our companions. Regardless of race, her strength should not be underestimated."

Seeing Berg's shocked and frightened expression, the shadowy figure shook her head and said.

"That woman is a weirdo; she and her damn master have absolutely no reaction to my charm!"

Berg grabbed his face with both hands and pulled it down desperately, revealing a ferocious and terrifying expression.

"It was so effective against others before, why didn't it work this time!"

"That's normal, because you're too weak."

The shadowy figure said calmly.

"But my body and abilities are gifts from God! What God gives is the most perfect!"

Berg let out a roar.

"Gods are not omnipotent. The gods of this world are just slightly more powerful beings. They have many fears, such as the great sages who appeared every few hundred years, and the dragon warriors from an unknown world thousands of years ago."

The dark figure picked up its teacup and spoke slowly as it sipped its tea.

"You mean to say that those two women are the successors and descendants of wise and brave men?"

Berg's eyelids twitched, and he asked cautiously.

"I don't know about that. Even God doesn't know things, let alone me?"

The shadowy figure continued.

"Tch, fine, if you won't tell me, those two women are doomed no matter what!"

Berg's lips curled into a terrifying smile as he spoke loudly.

"Oh, you cast a blood curse?"

The shadowy figure looked at Berg and asked softly.

“That’s right, that maid would never have imagined that the Bloodrage Flower I gave her was covered in my blood worms and curse. The moment she received it, the curse was transferred to her!”

Berg let out a series of cold laughs, and she spoke loudly.

"This curse is permanent. Once I lift it, that flower will stay with them for life, constantly attacking the maid and her master. Can she defend against it for a while, or for a lifetime?"

"One day, they will both become my playthings. The maid seems to really like that little girl, so I'll play with her right in front of the maid. I bet her expression will be quite something!"

"It doesn't matter about others, but you can't touch that maid. She's the bride that the True Ancestor specifically requested."

The shadowy figure spoke slowly.

"I know that. I just want that little girl. As long as I see that maid in despair, I'll consider it revenge!"

Berg leaned against the doorframe, his pale red eyes bloodshot, his face filled with anticipation.

"I wonder if she can still maintain that haughty expression when I'm playing with her master..."

"What a pervert..."

The shadowy figure shook her head. She clearly knew Berg's twisted sense of humor; anyone he targeted was doomed for life.

This man will absolutely destroy that person, both physically and mentally!

At this moment, the shadowy figure didn't want to see Berg's distorted face. It glanced inadvertently toward the doorway and saw a painting draped in red cloth standing upright in front of the table not far from them.

"Berg, have you kept that painting on the table all this time?"

The shadowy figure asked softly.

"That painting? Oh, I remember it was placed by the door, why is it next to the table?"

Berg also saw the painting draped in red cloth. His expression changed slightly, and he spoke hesitantly.

"Where did you get this painting from?"

A hint of wariness crept into the shadowy figure's tone.

"I traded Bloodrage Flowers with that maid..."

Berg's expression changed, and he quickly said...

"Could it be that the maid set a trap for me in this painting as well?"

"I don't know, but I don't see anything wrong with this painting?"

The shadowy figure spoke in a calm tone while controlling its shadow to extend towards the canvas.

The red cloth was untied by the shadow, revealing a portrait of a hero slaying a demon before Berg and the shadow.

"This one……"

Berg looked at the portrait in front of him and couldn't help but gasp.

The portrait depicts a silver-haired warrior in silver armor, wielding a heavy sword, slashing at the monster before him.

Although the monster had a face, its body was made up of countless red thread tentacles, and a large clump of red thread tentacles grew from its belly, wrapping around the hero's hands and feet.

And that face was clearly Berg's...

"This...this..."

As Berg looked at the painting, a chill ran down his spine.

"Berg, what's going on?"

The shadowy figure also recognized the monster in the painting. It turned to look at Berg and said curiously.

"I...I don't know! I don't think I revealed my abilities, but why?"

Berg was confused. He gritted his teeth and walked towards the painting.

"In short, the painting was burned..."

"Wait, Berg, look at that painting!!!"

The shadowy figure quickly stepped forward and stopped Berg, his eyes filled with vigilance as he looked at the portrait.

It was only later that Berg noticed the silver-armored warrior in the painting had disappeared, leaving only a menacing tentacle monster.

"The person is gone! The person in the painting is gone!"

Berg panicked even more. He subconsciously looked around, and suddenly a chill ran down his spine and up to his brain.

Berg froze, sensing a strong sense of unease right behind him!

The shadowy figure remained silent, its form enveloped in a thick layer of shadow, and its eyes, which resembled blue flames, were filled with disbelief.

Berg couldn't help himself; he turned his head back little by little and saw a very sunny smiling face and those dazzling golden eyes.

"Hey little rascal, how are you?"

The silver-armored warrior said with a smile, then his expression changed, and his killing intent was like water gushing out of a broken silver bottle!

"Then, an uppercut!!!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the hero's right fist was enveloped in golden flames and slammed towards Berg with astonishing speed.

With a loud bang, Berg's handsome face was struck head-on, his features instantly caved in by the monstrous force, and the smell of roasted meat filled the living room in an instant.

Countless red threads surged from his body, rushing towards the hero before him, but before they could even get close to the golden flames, they turned to ashes amidst screams.

With a loud bang, Berg Susan, the prince charming who kept countless men and women up at night, was instantly transformed into a cannonball and slammed into the ceiling.

A huge hole was blasted through the ceiling in an instant, and the edge of the hole was covered with bits of flesh and blood.