Chapter 3_I Want You, and You

"No, no, absolutely not..."

Owen searched every corner of Lister's cottage like a madman.

"Impossible, absolutely impossible..."

The main income of the local church was from taxing the people, donations during prayers, and the fees for using holy light to heal diseases. Among them, the latter two were the big moneymakers for the church.

But since Lister came here three years ago with the gimmick of free treatment, road construction and business opening, Owen's wallet had been getting thinner and thinner in recent years.

Impossible, this person must be the same as him, also using some method to deceive these ignorant commoners and find ways to extort their money... He didn't believe that this guy could really invest money in these worthless inferior people!

"..."

Suddenly, Owen noticed a piece of exquisite paper in a drawer in the corner.

'That's right, it must be that!'

Owen crawled and rolled to pick it up, only to see a spirit tree emblem representing "Spring Fountain Guild" stamped on the paper, with fair handwriting on it:

Order

Third-generation oral penicillin synthetic preparation - 150 doses.

To be delivered on March 24th of the Saint Viliana calendar.

Signed by: Eve Holy Wood

"...?"

'Oral... penicillin? What is that?'

'And...'

Owen looked at the time,

'March 24th, isn't that today?'

"..."

So the only thing in this whole house that had anything to do with money was this order that was destined to turn yellow?

Thinking of his Astaria small church, where he had worked so hard to make money for years but had now turned to ashes, Owen was heartbroken and furious,

"Ahhh!!"

He angrily flipped over the table, but almost tripped because his body was too bloated.

He glared with bloodshot eyes at the room he had messed up.

"Lister... you damn thing."

...

At the same time, Lister was experiencing a high-altitude flight experience he had never had before.

Every flap of the black giant dragon's wings sent howling winds past him. But Priscilla's magic surrounded him, keeping him from falling.

'But, come to think of it...'

Lister looked at Priscilla (in her true form) beneath him.

The sharp scales now clung obediently to the body, feeling hard and cold to the touch, but as if he could feel the heat of the dragon blood surging beneath the scales.

Compared to the flamboyant, frenzied and aggressive posture of other dark dragons' true forms, Priscilla's dragon body unexpectedly gave him a sense of elegance and mystery.

Especially those gem like red vertical pupils, Lister had never seen such a pair of beautiful eyes on anyone else.

Even though he had majored in monster related fields during his college years, he had never been able to observe giant dragons, a fantasy creature, at such close range...

"Beautiful, isn't it?"

Suddenly, Priscilla's voice came from beside his ear.

"Beautiful. To be honest, I thought dark dragons would really look like a pitch black rock from a volcano, as recorded in the books."

"Actually, most dark dragons do look like that, it's just that I'm a bit special."

Priscilla flapped her wings again, further increasing the altitude.

Through the clouds, Lister could vaguely see two intertwined moons in the distance.

"So what do you think, is it better like me, or fluffy?"

"Fluffy is better."

"...Tsk."

"Did you just click your tongue?"

"No."

"..."

The silent sound of the wind kept entering his ears. Looking down, Lister could no longer see any trace of the Saint Viliana Kingdom.

"What, still attached to that place?"

Priscilla's voice came again.

It was strange, even though her head was looking straight ahead in flight, her gaze seemed to be locked on Lister all the time.

"How can I not be attached? After all, I lived there for so long and did so many things... but in the end, it all came to nothing."

"Even though that woman Aurola abandoned you?"

"...I would be happy if you could not mention her name."

"I don't want to mention her name either, but you are my man now, I won't allow you to waste any more emotions on her."

"Ha, you make it sound like we've known each other for a long time."

Lister touched Priscilla's scales and said with a wry smile.

"Come to think of it, this is our first meeting, right?"

"That's right. However, we have poured out our hearts to each other many times in letters."

"We just finalized some transaction details, why does it sound so weird coming from your mouth? Besides, I don't think it's a good deal to choose to make such a big fuss today based on a few letter exchanges."

Hearing this answer, even though she was still in dragon form, for some reason the way she curled her lips and smiled was imprinted in Lister's mind.

"It's a good deal, a very good deal. it's the most correct decision I've ever made, Lister. I'm quite curious, how do you view yourself?"

"Just a slightly special mortal."

"What about those royals, nobles, transcendents and churches above you?"

"The church is corrupt, and the king is ignorant. Even without me, someone will eventually burn them to ashes and sweep them into the garbage heap of history."

"Exactly!"

This was the answer Priscilla wanted to hear.

Priscilla's figure soared, piercing through the clouds, her dragon roar resounding through the sky.

It was an invasive, bloody, brutal roar.

The sea of clouds was at the bottom of his eyes. Above the sky, Lister could see the aurora composed of magic, exuding a dreamlike charm.

"They are nothing but a bunch of insects, a bunch of blind fools. They have controlled this world for too long, even the weather of this world is tainted with their decaying stench."

"So, Lister, I can be that person, the one to sweep them into the garbage heap, as long as you are by my side!"

"Let's conquer the world together!"

Priscilla said excitedly and loftily, she had already turned into human form at some point, that black and elaborate long dress, those soft and full limbs remained unchanged.

Lister was held in her arms, being hotly stared at by her burning pupils.

"..."

In the past, a golden haired girl had made a similar invitation to him, and at that time he chose to take her hand, but the ending was not a happy one.

Lister looked at the hand Priscilla offered, silently not answering.

'Will it be different this time...?'

After all, he wasn't really interested in chuunibyou dreams like conquering the world, and he didn't have the ability either.

What he really wanted to do was just one thing...

"I think, before making an invitation, you can put me down first."

Priscilla looked around and realized that she had flown to the front of the towering Demon Lord's Castle at some point.

She looked at Lister, who was calm in her arms, raised an eyebrow, and then held him a little tighter.

"Ugh...!"

'So big, so soft...'

'But... I Can't breathe!'

"I refuse."

Priscilla said lightly.