Chapter 45: Drakana’s Dragon Blood Vow

It was 6 a.m, Birds chirped, the sun rose peacefully over the ducal estate, and Rei Valemont, tragic reincarnated protagonist and reluctant yandere magnet—was dangling upside down from a tree with a war club lodged two inches from his face.

"Good morning, mate!" roared Drakana, her voice booming like a thunderclap wrapped in testosterone.

She stood below him in her full battle glory—crimson-scaled armor hugging her towering figure, her spiked tail swaying, steam rising from her nostrils like a dragonic tea kettle on steroids. Her grin was so wide it probably had its own postal code.

"Drakana," he groaned, "is this about yesterday's Memory Lane Dance again?"

"Nah," she said. "That was just foreplay."

"What?!"

She cracked her neck, then slammed her war club into the ground. A minor earthquake rolled through the courtyard.