Miss Dragon, the BOSS, will not be captured.

Despite being adopted, Yunia has always been loyal to the Empire, not only because her biological father was an Imperial Knight, but also because she was born with the idea of ​​protecting her country.

She loved Neytissa because she was her only family in the world, so she was still somewhat hesitant about whether or not to join the Imperial Army.

Until that extraordinary day arrived.

"Nettesa...Mom?"

Seventeen-year-old Yunia accidentally stumbled upon Neytisa talking to someone. The woman Neytisa was talking to had dragon features all over her body, including dragon horns, a dragon tail, and dragon scales, all of which indicated that she was a dragon.

"Yunia? Didn't you go to sword training?"

Neytisa was surprised that Unia would suddenly appear here.

"You're not allowed to hurt my mother!"

Having been adopted at the age of four, thirteen years have passed since then. Yunia has long regarded Netissa as family, so she immediately drew her sword and charged towards the dragon woman.

“Nidhogg, don’t hurt her,” Neytissa said to the woman beside her.

"Don't worry... How could I possibly hurt your adopted daughter..."

The black dragon woman appeared quite shy, even blushing at Neytisa's glance.

She stood beside Neytisa like a little bird, instinctively hugging Neytisa's arm.

Even if Yunia was slow to react, she could tell that something was wrong.

"You, you, you, you..."

A strange feeling welled up inside Yunia. Her hand holding the sword trembled slightly. Why was her beloved mother Neytisa standing so intimately with this black dragon woman? And she didn't seem to be being coerced.

Neytisa didn't explain anything to Yunia, but instead brought up something else: "I know you secretly went to the Imperial Recruiting Office. Do you really want to go to the battlefield?"

"I...of course I want to go! I want to use my knowledge to change the course of the battle!"

Yunia threw the sword in her hand to the ground. She was not good at swordsmanship. Her real talent was in magical engineering research. However, Neytissa had been forcing her to learn swordsmanship, which seemed to be a deliberate attempt to suppress her talent.

She knew why, because Neytissa's mother didn't want her to go to the battlefield.

But now the war between the human empire and the dragon race has reached a stalemate, and young people like her in the empire must go to the battlefield to defend their country!

Looking at Yunia, who was filled with longing for the battlefield, Neytisa couldn't help but sigh: "Yunia, the truth of the war is not what you understand. The dragons are actually innocent..."

"How...how could you side with the dragons..."

Yunia's mindset was shaken. She never expected that Neytisa, who had always taken care of her gently and was her only support in the world, would speak up for the dragons.

The dragons are the enemy, the invaders. They started the war and caused the deaths of countless people in the Empire.

Thinking of her biological father who died on the battlefield and her biological mother who died in the dragon attack, Yunia clenched her fists.

At seventeen, in the midst of her rebellious phase, she defiantly shouted, "I must go to the battlefield! I must avenge all those who died!"

Yunia knew that Neytisa's mother was very strong, so strong that she couldn't imagine the upper limit of her strength. In addition, the black dragon woman and Neytisa were on friendly terms, so she was not worried about Neytisa's mother's safety.

"I will prove myself on the battlefield and make you proud of me!"

With those words, Yunia left home without looking back, heading straight for the city's conscription office. She never returned.

Many years have passed in the blink of an eye, and the war between humans and dragons has come to an end. By this time, Yunia was a high-ranking officer in the Empire and was also in charge of research on new magical weapons.

She dedicated her youth to the empire, even going so far as to experiment on her own body, ultimately resulting in the side effect of her body being unable to develop, thus remaining in the appearance of a young girl.

She always had dark circles under her eyes and often gave up sleep to conduct research, all in order to develop a powerful weapon that could change the course of the war.

At the same time, she also wanted to become famous and a well-known celebrity throughout the empire, so that when she returned home, her mother, Neytisa, would be proud of her.

Unfortunately, the magical weapon she painstakingly created, the Dragon Strike Cannon, capable of killing dragons with a single strike, was destroyed before it could even be deployed on the battlefield.

The silver dragon landed on the camp and breathed cold air at the soldiers. Yunia watched helplessly as her masterpiece was frozen into an ice sculpture and then swept into pieces by the dragon's tail.

No, there's no mistake, this dragon is the same one that destroyed her home! Her own mother died in that disaster!

Yunia rushed forward, wanting to fight the silver dragon to the death, but the silver dragon's attacks avoided her. Imperial soldiers around her died one after another, but she herself was unharmed.

"Why……"

Yunia stood still, staring directly at the silver dragon before her.

The silver dragon spoke in human language, and her voice was surprisingly gentle, so gentle that it instantly reminded Yunia of her mother, Neytisa.

"I'm sorry, I had to do that."

"..."

Yunia stared into the silver dragon's pupils. She was not mistaken; she could tell the silver dragon's true identity simply by looking into those eyes.

Neytissa...

The truth is clear.

The enemy she hated most and the family she loved most in this world were the same being.

Section 256, page 242: Her Love and Hate

Noticing that Esther and Ye Qingxian were holding hands, Yunia was lost in her past memories. She had once walked hand in hand with Netissa, and the time they spent together made her feel incredibly warm and happy.

But this happiness disappeared later.

"Why, why did this happen..."

Unia was devastated; her heart was shattered, and all her perseverance and love for Neytisa had vanished.

She seemed to have lost her soul, her face expressionless, sitting blankly on the cold snow of the North.

This was just like the scene when Neytissa's mother found her, except that back then Neytissa's mother handed her a bowl of hot milk and hugged her with her warm body.

What a beautiful rescue story... But how do we put it now, is it the perpetrator's pity, a change of conscience?

"I'm sorry, Yunia, I have to go now."

Neytisa couldn't kill Yunia; she had her own reasons. Now she had to do something more important, something she was willing to give up everything for, even neglecting her own daughter.

Although Yunia, as her adopted daughter, had a deeper bond than Estia, she still chose to give up on her.

With those words, the silver dragon flapped its wings and flew away. Yunia stared at the sky with her empty eyes for a long time until the heavy snow almost buried her body. Only then did the arriving imperial reinforcements find her and rescue her.

From then on, Yunia became a different person. She was no longer as enthusiastic about anything as before. Instead, she stayed in her room in a daze for half a month. When she came out, her face no longer had any emotion.

She frantically restarted her research, remanufacturing the weapons that had been destroyed before, and worked even harder than before. She worked so hard that the emperor of the empire found out about it and specially issued an imperial edict to give her a leave of absence, but she ignored the edict.

Under extremely intense work conditions, Unia was ultimately unable to complete her new research. When her assistant brought her a cup of coffee to her lab, she found her slumped over her desk, seemingly asleep.

Yunia did not wake up. She was buried with the highest honors of the empire. Her research was no longer important because the war was about to end. With the help of a "mysterious force," the empire successfully destroyed the dragon kingdom.

The guards at the gate opened it, revealing the Star Crystal Hunter Guild. The Star Crystal Hunter Guild is an organization dedicated to fighting against the Calamity Star, and those who become Calamity Star Hunters are among the one in ten million chosen.

Yunia had a female guard carry Norm to the resting place, while she turned around and introduced the place to Estia and Ye Qingxian: "Doesn't this place seem very poor and dilapidated? After all, this is the North, so please be understanding."

"It feels alright, it has a style that's different from other regions," Ye Qingxian commented.

"Nom's matter is resolved. Next, we should arrange your trial. But why don't you go inside and rest for a bit?"

Yunia pointed to the house in front of them and led the two inside.

There's no one in the house right now. I don't know if it's because there are very few Calamity Hunters or if they've all gone out on missions.

Yunia smiled at the two of them, a smile that still seemed very impactful, because Yunia had previously been completely devoid of emotion.

"Yunia," Esther couldn't contain her curiosity, "is your race still considered undead?"

"Calculate."

"Why have you suddenly developed emotions? As far as I know, undead races shouldn't have emotions."

"I knew you'd be curious, but I can't tell you the details of my experience."

……

Yunia made outstanding contributions to the Empire. Her body was not buried in the North, but was sent to the beautiful and idyllic central region of the continent.

This was done at her own request, because Yunia knew she was going to die, so she left a will in advance. The snow and wind of the North accompanied her for almost her entire life, but it had become the memory she least wanted to mention.

Therefore, she had only one request: to be buried in a place where snow would not accumulate year-round after her death.

Some people died, but they didn't die.

The physical body may decay, but the soul will not perish so easily.

Eunya's body failed to develop due to the side effects of the experiment, but the side effects were far more than that; after her death, her body did not decompose.

Perhaps out of divine mercy, she was resurrected, but she rose from her grave as a dead woman.

The memories of the past remain, but thankfully, she no longer has any feelings for them, and naturally, she will no longer be saddened by those memories.

She was freed from her suffering, her heart became still and lifeless, and love and hate would never again affect her thoughts.

Even if you don't go into details, it would be better to give a general overview, right?

Estella could hardly contain her curiosity. She and Ye Qingxian sat by the fireplace, drinking the steaming milk that Yunia had provided.

"It's very simple. The dead are also living beings, just not the kind of living beings with a beating heart and a warm body, but the dead can also have emotions."

How can one gain affection?

“Estella, think about it carefully. How are the undead born? Note that I’m not talking about undead created by magic, but undead that arise naturally.”

“Naturally created spirits… are generally those who had deep obsessions in life, died unwillingly, and harbored strong resentment, which is why they become spirits, right?”

"That's right, but unfortunately, once you become a ghost, you lose all your emotions, and all the resentment you had in life becomes useless."

"Then Yunia, how did you become an undead?"

"When we first met, you said you looked like you were working yourself to death. Were you joking?" Ye Qingxian added from the side.

Unia smiled, but did not answer their questions.

She simply said, "The power of love is great. Whether it is familial love or romantic love, even the coldest heart can be melted and regain the feelings of the living."

Neytisa recently met with Yunia, but Yunia won't tell Esther.

Similarly, she wouldn't tell Silver Dragon Sister how she had been redeemed.

In Estya's opinion, what Yunia said was as good as nothing, since she still didn't understand what had happened after hearing it.