"Ophelia, I'm back!"

The gorgeous rays of light spread in the sky. In the blue sky, the white clouds floating by slowly are dyed into five colors. Under this sacred and gorgeous sky, a golden dragon descends in Veroniel, where the angel lives.

"Your Highness, Your Majesty is out hunting!"

Veronil, who had already received the news, naturally had an arcade to welcome Diapolo. However, Diapolo, who had been patient in the Purgatory Volcano for three years, couldn't help but feel a little excited when he heard this.

"What? When did you go out? He said he didn't say when he would come back?"

"Your Majesty, please be calm. Your Majesty has been out for a while. If you return, it depends on your Majesty's interest."

Looking at the somewhat manic Diapolo, the female archangel who came to greet her was a little confused, but when she smelled the aura that filled with the arrival of the golden dragon in front of her, she was stunned.

She was a little unbelievable and sucked her nose twice without any trace, so a strong breath poured into her nose, making her slightly dazzling.

The female archangel immediately understood why the prince was so impatient. Her eyes became subtle because of the reason.

"You should have her contact information?"

The restless Diapolo didn't want to wait for a moment. As a young dragon with a strong spirit, he had been patient for a long time. It was because of Ophelia's promise that he stayed in the ghost place of Purgatory Volcano for three years.

He fought fiercely with a group of heroes and dragons every day, waving blood like rain. After all, he just became a young dragon, and it was impossible for him to immediately defeat those guys who had been around for hundreds or thousands of years.

"Yes, yes, but your highness, are you too negligent? I'm afraid it's not good to let His Majesty see it?"

The female archangel didn't know what kind of psychology she was reminding the prince of His Highness.

"Um?"

At this time, Diapolo suddenly realized his impetuousness and immediately restrained a lot. However, he can't blame him. Dragons are originally blood-filled creatures, and he is in a rapidly growing teenager, and his blood-qi is growing and growing every day.

"Then I'll wait for her to come back here."

"I suggest that Your Highness do this. If Your Highness really can't stand it, well, I can practice with Your Highness."

The female archangel who said this suddenly realized the inappropriateness of her words through the subtle changes in Diapolo's face.

"Your Highness can be distracted through combat, and you don't have to think about such things."

"Fight!" Diapolo's tone revealed an inexplicable disappointment, but he looked at the holy face of the archangel in front of him, thought about it, and responded.

So, half a month later, when Ophelia, who returned from the hunt, met the turbulence of her territory elements and found the source, she saw Diapolo, who was fighting with the left-behind archangel.

"Ophelia!"

At the beginning, Diapolo had not noticed the quietly hidden breath and watched the battle on the side, but when he flew to a higher altitude in order to better attack, he saw the queen who could also make the world dim with his appearance.

This distraction immediately gave the Archangel who was fighting with Diapolo to find an opportunity. The sharp sword light cut through the sky and flew over Diapolo's neck, leaving a shallow mark on the scales.

"Your Highness, this game..." The Archangel who swung a sword also noticed Ophelia's arrival. He was about to say that this game did not count, but at this time Diapolo had no intention of talking about these things with her.

"You won, the battle is over."

"Is that how you treat the battle?"

Seeing Diapolo falling in front of him with a joyful look, turning into a dragon man, returning from hunting, Ophelia, who was full of evil spirits, showed a faint smile on her lips.

"Isn't this you come?"

Diapolo, who corresponding to his age and changed his corresponding face, looked at Ophelia, who was one head taller than him, and her smile was as bright as the sun.

"This is not a reason for you to give up on fighting at will."

"I don't usually do this, but I can't help it when I see you. How can the outcome of a battle be more important than being able to talk to you in advance?" Diapolo replied without thinking.

"What? Do you usually care about winning or losing?"

"Of course I care. When I just became a young dragon, I could only defeat those overlords who were not old. Those who lived too long were no match for me.

But every time I feel like I can't win, I will draw Lorraine's strength. At that time, no one can beat me."

"Those evil dragons probably won't admit such victory, right?"

"Yes, they think Lorraine was not conquered by me by my own power, so that's not my power."

"What about now? Do those evil dragons recognize you?"

"Of course, otherwise I wouldn't have come to find you." Diapolo's eyes were shining with a brilliant luster.

"Well, let's walk around with me and talk about your experience during this period." Ophelia also smelled the breath in the air, but she didn't care.

"Okay." Diapolo, who felt his blood was restless again, seemed extremely calm on the surface. He felt that he should be reserved and not be too dry, as this would appear very unstable.

But in fact, as long as the female with dragon blood can smell the aura emitted by Diapolo - His Highness Wang Fu has entered the estrus period, which is a semi-public secret in Veronil.

On this day, Diapolo was led by Ophelia to visit the entire Veroniel, which is inhabited by the Dragon Blood Angel and is also the ruling center of Ophelia's territory.

He had never learned about this city in such detail. This city built by dragon blood angels can be described as a scene at a time. Whether it is practical buildings or decorative buildings such as statues, fountains, towers, etc., it is full of ornamental views.

However, at this time, Diapolo was completely in a state of no mood to appreciate this city that was so exquisite and perfect that it seemed like a work of art. He was just waiting anxiously, waiting for the night to come.

"It's dark!"

Diapolo never felt that the day was so long that when night came and the projection of stars appeared on the other side of the sky, he wanted to jump up, but he suppressed it and sighed in Ruowu's voice.

"Yeah, it's dark."

Ophelia also looked up at the bright dark night of the stars, and deep in her eyes looking up at the sky, a dark red color spread, and an inexplicable aura emanated, but she was firmly bound to the surface of her body.

"Go back to the castle!"

"Um."

"Ophelia?" When Diapolo returned to the castle that Opphelia prepared for him when he was young, he keenly noticed something was wrong.

It is so empty and quiet that the steel giants who were originally stationed in the castle and the dragons who maintained the castle are gone. The entire castle can be heard.

When Diapolo looked back at Ophelia, without thinking, he subconsciously took a step back. Because Ophelia had just stepped into the castle gate, the heavy metal gate was slowly closing behind her.

"What are you afraid of? Haven't you seen this posture once?" Ophelia, whose golden pupils and snow-white wings were slowly invaded by blood-red color, walked towards Diapolo.

"I'm not afraid, I'm just surprised." Diapolo smiled awkwardly, but unconsciously retreated. Ophelia now gave him a very bad feeling.

In his eyes, Ophelia was the pure white intertwined with sacred gold, but now, the strange red spreads on Ophelia, making her look like another existence.

But Diapolo's sanity told him that this was also the true side of Ophelia, but the less-known side.

"You have worked so hard today, but you are retreating now. Why?"

Seeing Diapolo unconsciously staying away from him, Ophelia showed a confused expression on her face, completely unaware of how huge pressure she had given Diapolo at this time.

"Since that's the case, you'd better keep what you're most familiar with."

The scarlet red from purgatory faded, representing the sacred and pure white and gold shining again on Ophelia's body.

And this time, Ophelia approached Diapolo, and Diapolo did not retreat.

"Catch you!"

When Diapolo himself wondered why he was retreating unconsciously, Ophelia, who had already walked closer to him, hugged him.

At this time, when he was intimately in contact with Ophelia, Diapolo finally understood where the bad thing he had just sensed came from. He smelled the rich and greasy fragrance lingering Ophelia's body.

"Did you feel it? Diapolo."

Seeing the changing expression on Diapolo's face, Ophelia showed a playful smile on her face. She stopped suppressing her. Suddenly, a fragrant and bright red aura filled the entire castle, making Diapolo's face turn slightly blue.

"You have been patient for three years, and I have been self-proclaimed for three hundred years. Now, are you ready to bear the desire I have been sealing and accumulating for three hundred years?"

"Wait a moment."

Diapolo finally understood what was going on with his uneasiness just now.

This is the Dragon Domain, and all the creatures living here are filled with dragon blood, even Ophelia, who does not have the shape of a dragon.

And what dragon nature is is well-known. But what is strange is that in Diapolo's sense, his eldest wife is intact.

This is actually very abnormal. You should know that even the celestial creatures with pure blood have the desire to reproduce, not to mention the angels with dragon blood flowing on their bodies and even purgatory blood.
Chapter completed!