The Mighty Dragons Are Dead

As Liszt rode the Li Dragon Horse along the shoreline, holding Rona Sally in his arms and admiring the sunset, he had to admit, he didn’t know what to do next.

His original intention was just to help Levis, to leave a good impression on Rona Sally, so she wouldn’t coax her sister into pursuing freedom and would settle down to marry Levis.

But after the horse stumbled, the two of them ended up riding together.

The contact between front chest and back, coupled with the beauty of the sunset sinking into the sea, made the atmosphere unconsciously turn ambiguous. He felt the slight trembling of the petite body in his arms, could even listen to her quickening heartbeat, and the breaths growing heavier and heavier.

Suddenly, as if by some telepathic connection, Liszt gently turned her shoulder.

She obediently twisted her upper body around, tilting her neck backward, closing her eyes. Liszt leaned forward, looking at her long lashes, with no formalities, he wrapped his hands around her slender waist, pulling her into his embrace, and then kissed her red lips fiercely.

Sucking.

Entwining.

Finding the position somewhat awkward, he suddenly broke the intensely entwined lips and tongues, quickly picked up Rona Sally, and placed her sideways on the horseback.

“Ah… Mm…” Rona Sally didn’t have time to exclaim before her outcry was muffled, reduced to a faint hum through her nose.

The passionate kiss was like practising a difficult piano piece, requiring all his strength to match, with his mind void of any thought but the warmth coming from the contact, moving ceaselessly through their clothes, so tantalizing that he wanted to resist but couldn’t bear to do so.

They lost themselves in the primitive, natural bliss.

Allowing the red sunlight to strive in elongating their shadows.

…

In the distance.

Retainer Knights of two nobles gathered together, watching the entwined figures from afar, none daring to approach, silently dismounting and leading their horses to graze.

Zavier Dung patted Philip Wool on the shoulder and whispered, “Lord Landlord is incredible.”

“What?” Philip was somewhat puzzled.

Zavier jerked his chin and said, “I mean his charm, Lord Landlord’s charm is unbeatable.”

“Yes, Zavier, you’re right, everyone in Fresh Flower Town respects and adores Lord Landlord, he is truly a Son of Glory, the knightly honor that favors him shines as brilliantly as the sun.”

“Er, I wasn’t talking about that.”

Philip blinked, “Then what were you referring to?”

“Haven’t you seen what Lord Landlord is doing?” Zavier said in an astonished voice, “Who is that with him? It’s the young miss from the noble Golden Wheat Sheaf Family, unreachable like a star in the sky. But now, she’s in our Lord Landlord’s arms, enjoying his passion.”

“That sounds normal to me.” Philip looked towards the distant shore where Liszt and Rona Sally had dismounted and were walking hand in hand among the rocks, “Lord Landlord is like the sun, and the miss from the Golden Wheat Sheaf Family is like a star; isn’t it natural for the sun and star to be together?”

“Er…”

Zavier suddenly found Philip’s words to be quite reasonable and was left speechless.

He wanted to say that it should be surprising! After all, their Lord Landlord was merely a country Baron, while she was from the Golden Wheat Sheaf Family, destined to be a lady of the nobility. Yet within half a day, she had fallen into the Lord Landlord’s hands.

However, upon thinking again, the future of Lord Landlord was bound to be bright, his status equally noble, so why couldn’t he kiss and hold hands with the miss from the Golden Wheat Sheaf Family?

They had seen at Long Taro Castle, a young lady from an Earl’s family adjusting Lord Landlord’s collar with deep affection at the moment of farewell.

He had also seen that formidable, beautiful female mercenary, looking at Lord Landlord with eyes full of deep love.

From the moment he had been chosen as a Retainer Knight, he felt as if Lord Landlord was glowing, radiating the knightly glory, and he firmly believed that following Lord Landlord would bring him under the many gazes of glory.

Therefore.

Looking again at the noble couple strolling hand in hand on Rocky Beach, he couldn’t help but think how harmonious they were, as if it were only natural: “Lord Landlord should indeed be like this.”

Suddenly.

He remembered the mercenary Paris: “Thank goodness she didn’t come along, or, seeing Lord Landlord with the miss of the Golden Wheat Sheaf Family, her heart might have broken. But after all, she’s just a mercenary; she should understand that Lord Landlord isn’t someone someone of her station could aspire to.”

Nobles, commoners, the stark disparities of status are etched into everyone’s mind.

Without a sweeping movement of enlightenment, those chains of thought can never be erased—yet, the transmigrator Liszt, who should have hoisted the flag of reform, had already degenerated into one of the nobles, sweetly dreaming of a dragon-riding life, with no time for reform.

…

The setting sun finally sank beneath the sea, leaving only a faint afterglow, a trace of brightness remaining.

Holding Rona Sally’s hand and looking at the excited smile of the sixteen-year-old girl, he couldn’t help but smile himself, “Dear, it’s time to go back.”

“Mhmm.” Rona Sally hopped down from a rock, rushed at Liszt, and hugged his arm, seemingly wanting to hang from him, tilting her head back, her big eyes blinking, “But I don’t want to go back yet.”

Liszt leaned down and kissed her desirable red lips again.

The girl had passed her initial awkwardness, her hands moved from his arm, reached upward to embrace his neck, stood on tiptoes, and began to respond eagerly to Liszt’s kiss. She was a bit over one meter sixty, appearing somewhat short in front of Liszt who was over one meter eighty-five.

They broke the kiss.

Composing himself, Liszt released his hands still wandering on Rona Sally’s body, took her small hand again, and repeated, “We should head back.”

“Mhmm.” Rona Sally, rewarded with a kiss, didn’t throw any tantrums and nodded obediently.

A whistle.

The Li Dragon Horse grazing in the distance galloped over, Liszt supporting Rona Sally’s waist, hoisted her up, then swiftly mounted himself.

He encircled the girl’s slim waist and spurred the horse into a gallop.

By the time they rushed back to Tulip Castle, it was already dark, and guided by moonlight, they chatted playfully, stopping at the castle gate. After helping Rona Sally off the horse, Liszt did not hold her hand again. This wasn’t the passionate moment after a dance where indulgences could be excused, he had to maintain some of the nobility’s decorum.

“Is that Douson?” Rona Sally exclaimed upon seeing a huge dog approaching.

“Yes, would you like to pet him?” Liszt gestured, and Douson came over wagging his tail, letting Rona Sally stroke his glossy black fur.

He caught a glimpse from the corner of his eye of his guard Paris, peeking out from a window on the first floor of the castle and then retreating.

He didn’t mind, only saying with a smile to Rona Sally, “Douson is about to be one year old, I was lucky to have met him when he was younger.”

“I’ve never seen such a gentle Intermediate Magical Beast, Liszt, will you ride it into battle?”

“Of course, it will be my battle companion,” he affirmed.

Rona Sally looked up at him with her big eyes, bright and twinkling, “You have a great future ahead, and I hope to see you gain even more glory in the near future.”

“There will be such a day,” Liszt nodded, “Come, Grandpa Louis is already waiting for us at the door.”