Jonavili drank a few more bottles of wine, ate some pieces of meat, and began urging Saisa to drink again.
The two dragons were pushing and shoving each other, while a dazed Gris tried to say something, only to be kicked over by Jonavili; he passed out on the spot, and snoring soon followed.
Seeing this, Jonavili laughed and patted Saisa on the shoulder.
"Hahahaha~ This Gris is just such a loser, hic~ Falling asleep the moment he hits the ground, haha~"
Saisa also chimed in dizzily, though she likely didn't even know what she was saying.
"Hehe~ So... so pathetic~ Hehehe~"
"Too damn... useless, this bro... I... I don't want him anymore. From now on... you are my Third Sister!"
"Third... Third Sister?"
Both dragons were dazed, talking complete nonsense.
"Right... Third Sister. Let me hear you call me Big Sister."
"Big, Big Sister..."
Saisa turned her head to look at Jonavili, only to see many overlapping images.
"Big Big Sister, so many... so many Big Sisters~"
"One... two, three... four..."
At that moment, the sound of leather beating the air reached them.
Flap—
Whoosh—
Thud.
A muffled sound came from behind. Jonavili turned her head slightly and saw a solemn-faced Furiel.
Furiel's pupils had narrowed into thin slits as she stared intently at the swaying Saisa and the claw Jonavili had draped over Saisa's shoulder.
"Fu... Furiel is here?"
"So many... so many Furiels~"
Jonavili shook her head, trying to clear it a bit.
"Whatever, never mind."
"Quick, come look at... my... Third Sister."
Seeing the slurring Jonavili, Furiel grabbed her shoulder with one claw to steady her, fearing she might accidentally fall over.
"Jonavili, you're drunk."
"Third Sister!"
Jonavili didn't care and stubbornly clung to the matter, wanting Furiel to acknowledge Saisa.
Furiel felt helpless, but even she didn't notice the indulgence and tenderness in her fiery dragon eyes.
"Fine, she's the Third Sister. Whatever you say."
"Hehehe~ Howl—"
Jonavili laughed from the bottom of her heart, her white draconic snout splitting into a wide grin. What would have looked terrifying to other races was quite adorable in the eyes of a dragon.
Furiel's heart tightened, the frequency of its beating suddenly accelerating.
Thump, thump—
(Jian Bird: You're in trouble, you've fallen in love...)
Unconsciously, her thick red dragon tail wrapped around the thinner and longer white tail.
Jonavili struggled instinctively.
"Mm~ mm~ What are you..."
"Don't move."
Hearing Furiel's words, Jonavili actually settled down, though she wasn't entirely well-behaved.
Her white dragon head leaned close to Furiel's face, her eyes hazy. As if possessed, her draconic snout opened.
Just as Furiel was wondering what this fellow was up to, a huge pink tongue gave Furiel's face a long lick.
Furiel was completely stunned; feeling the cool dragon saliva on her cheek, she felt uneasy all over.
Then, a faltering voice spoke.
"You... can you please... not be so arrogant? I clearly... didn't want to fight... you."
Jonavili's cute appearance made Furiel feel as if her heart were melting, but she still stubbornly denied it.
"Hmph! Where was I arrogant? It was just..."
"Look... you're doing it... again..."
Before Jonavili could finish, she leaned against Furiel and passed out drunk.
Seeing this, Furiel's words came to an abrupt halt.
Looking at the now-quiet Jonavili, Furiel's red draconic snout curled into a pleasant grin. She found that the shimmering dragon saliva on her face wasn't so annoying after all.
"Sigh, fine, I'll indulge you this once."
Furiel slowly lay down with gentle movements, lightly taking Jonavili into her embrace and letting her lean against her.
Nearby, Saisa also fell to the ground with a thud.
Furiel looked at the surrounding maids and said softly.
"Dismissed."
"Yes, Lady Furiel."
The surroundings grew quiet, with only the summer insects chirping to decorate the silent night, along with Gris's faint, intermittent snoring.
Furiel looked at the beautiful dragon in her arms with a tender gaze. After a while, she unconsciously looked up at the starry sky.
For the first time, she felt that staying like this forever wouldn't be bad. If she possessed powerful time abilities, she hoped this moment could be frozen for eternity.
The night passed in silence.
............
Five days later.
Jonavili slept for a full five days, and Furiel quietly stayed by her side for those five days.
White eyelids slowly lifted, and a blurry scene came into view.
Jonavili blinked, and the image became clear.
"This is...?"
Jonavili had completely blacked out, and her head throbbed with a dull ache.
She remembered that her last memory seemed to be Furiel arriving.
Sensing the movement of the dragon beside her, Furiel's voice rang out.
"You're awake?"
"Mm... awake..."
Jonavili answered instinctively, but she quickly realized something was wrong. She jerked her head up and met those fiery red dragon eyes.
"Furiel?! Why are you here!"
Jonavili hurried to stand up. Feeling the weight beside her vanish, Furiel felt a brief sense of emptiness, but it was quickly hidden away.
A teasing, slightly mocking voice followed.
"Hehe, you'll have to ask a certain unreasonable white dragon about that."
As she spoke, Furiel raised an eyebrow. Jonavili's expression stiffened at the remark.
Furiel stood up.
"If it weren't for her being so thick-skinned, I probably would have left long ago."
Jonavili's face flushed with embarrassment, but she quickly began to be stubborn again.
"Tch~ You're the one who didn't leave, and you're blaming me? Could it be..."
Jonavili narrowed her eyes, and her white dragon head suddenly leaned close to Furiel.
This sudden movement caused Furiel to instinctively pull her neck back.
A playful voice followed immediately.
"Could it be that a certain egomaniac was so charmed by me that she couldn't walk away? Hehe hehe hehe..."
Furiel felt a moment of awkwardness, but then she quickly curled her lip, pushed Jonavili's dragon head away, and said with an air of indifference.
"Truly wicked. I think you're just a narcissist."
"So... noisy. Can you be quiet! Don't you see the great Gris is still resting?!"
Hearing this, both dragons looked displeased and turned their heads toward Gris, who hadn't even opened his eyes yet.
Seeing his obnoxious posture and hearing those punchable words, both dragons felt one thing.
Their claws were itching.
True to their word, the two dragons immediately gave him a tag-team beating.
"Agh! Oh! Big Sis! Second Sister, what are you doing?!"
"Are you crazy? Hitting me for no reason!"
"Stop, stop, stop! I was wrong!"
"I'm really sorry!"
............
Hearing the noisy sounds, a buzzing voice also came from the side.
"Emmm, Ailal, let me sleep a bit longer."
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