The Dragon Girl would never like the Lord.

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"I have no choice but to spar with Fria to become stronger."

Ron wasn't lying; he had indeed become stronger by sparring with Fria during this time.

Of course, he didn't say what he did next.

Saying that at this time would be extremely impolite.

"I don't believe it! That bastard master must have gone to do something weird with Fria~"

Fiona smoothed out her skirt, gently placed her round, pert buttocks on the soft sofa, and gave the man a disdainful look.

"It's not that strange, I just had some of her blood drawn to make a potion."

Ron waved the potion in front of the maid, grinning smugly:

"Holy Knight potions with dragon blood added are the most top-tier."

"Master actually drew Fria's blood..."

Upon hearing this, Fiona wore an expression of disbelief.

She never expected that these two seemingly different potions were actually made from Philia's blood.

So, will this have any impact on Phyllis...?

"Coming to my room so late, you must want some of my midnight snack, right?"

Ron didn't delve deeper into the topic of blood drawing. Instead, he reached out and pinched the maid's fair cheek, grinning smugly.

It has to be said that a maid who will come to your door is really helpful.

"You bastard master, please don't have such strange thoughts. How could a maid possibly think such a thing?"

Fiona raised one of her buttocks, turned her body to the side, and tried to get as far away from the man as possible;

"The maid was just worried because her master hadn't returned so late, so she came to check on him. She didn't expect him to have fallen asleep and you came back as soon as he woke up."

That damned owner, how could he possibly admit to something like that?

And I have absolutely no desire to eat anything Ron makes.

How could anyone possibly like something that tastes so awful?

I could never like it~

Gumbling—

Although she said that, for some reason, upon hearing the man's words, she couldn't help but swallow, seemingly harboring a secret anticipation...

"Still talking hard."

Ron knew perfectly well what his scumbag maid was thinking. She was secretly looking forward to it, but on the surface she was very disgusted.

They perfectly embodied the phrase "saying one thing but meaning another."

"The maid isn't being stubborn at all~"

As the man approached, Fiona lifted her shapely buttocks to leave.

However, he got up more slowly than usual, seemingly giving the other party a chance.

To ensure the man in front of her wouldn't lose control of her...

"You haven't taken the potion yet, have you?"

Ron, of course, seized the opportunity, grabbed Fiona's slender waist, and pulled her into his arms.

"No, no~ But you bastard master, please let go of the maid who grew up with you since she was little, and don't have any strange thoughts about me~"

When the man held her, Fiona's delicate body trembled slightly, and her breathing became somewhat rapid.

That bastard Ron must have been planning something to do to me for a long time.

But how could we let him succeed in this...?

Despite saying this and seemingly being resistant and disgusted by it, she didn't struggle. She only tried to push the man away slightly, but when it was no use, she let him hold her.

"If I don't have feelings for you, then who should I have feelings for?"

Ron leaned close to his maid's ear and teased her with great interest.

Because we were so close, we could smell the faint fragrance emanating from her; it smelled wonderful.

"Damn Ron, you shouldn't have strange thoughts about anyone."

Fiona pouted and gave the man beside her a disdainful look:

"Only a jerk like me would always think about this kind of thing, would be so lewd all day long~"

If I had known it would be like this, I wouldn't have come.

What am I going to do now? My owner will definitely not let me get away with this!

"You're just putting on a brave face. If you didn't like it, why would you come to my room at this hour?"

As Ron rubbed his hand down her slender waist, he immediately felt the silky texture of the black bodysuit.

It feels much more comfortable to the touch than a maid outfit.

"Didn't I just say it was because I was worried about Master coming home too late...?"

How could Fiona possibly admit to such a thing? She felt that no matter what the other party said, as long as she didn't admit it, everything would be fine.

That bastard Ron, how could he possibly have such a weird idea?

Does this guy think he's that kind of person?

How can it be!

"If it's not what I said, why are you wearing the special maid outfit I gave you?"

With a gentle tug, Ron revealed an even more amusing scene from the maid outfit.

It must be said that the design of this maid outfit is ingenious, making Fiona's black bodysuit stockings completely visible.

It has a very strong visual impact.

"You damn master, I... I didn't realize I was wearing this outfit!"

At this moment, Fiona panicked, her delicate body trembled, she bit her pink lips tightly, and her expression was charming and alluring.

"If I had known, I wouldn't have worn the thing my master gave me. I don't like this maid outfit at all~"

Despite her inner turmoil, Fiona still glared disdainfully at the man beside her, as if he were a scumbag.

Ron, that shameless bastard, could never be the kind of person he thinks he is.

It's absolutely impossible to admit to something like this.

"Let's see how you keep your stubbornness later."

"You bastard Ron, the maid will never give in!"

"Great, very energetic, I like it very much!"

"Hmm~ Even so, the maid won't surrender~~~"

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Swamp Territory, in the dense forest.

After sparring with Ron, Fria didn't go back to rest immediately. Instead, she waited for the man to return to the castle so she could rest before starting to train at the spot where they had just fought.

Seeing how much the man has grown today, Fria felt even more threatened.

She thought this human was a monster, because he could suddenly gain some insights during battle, thereby increasing his strength.

Although this human is shameless and disgusting, his strength and talent are the strongest I have ever seen.

If I don't train harder, he will surpass me soon.

I absolutely will not allow this to happen. I must crush him under my feet forever, and have him ravaged every single day!

With this in mind, Filya focused even more intently on her cultivation under the moonlight.

They won't rest until they've completely exhausted all their energy...

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Inside the castle, in the rooms, on the balcony.

At this moment, Fiona was dressed in a maid outfit, leaning against the balcony railing. Her fair and tender legs shimmered in the bright moonlight, and her delicate body trembled slightly in the evening breeze.

"Damn it, you bastard master! Who appreciates the night view in the middle of the night?"

Fiona loosened her tightly clenched pink lips, turned her face to look at the tall, upright man behind her.

That bastard Ron, making himself stand in the cold wind on such a cold day.

The wind didn't seem as cold as usual today; it felt quite comfortable against my skin.

"The moonlight is just a seasoning; appreciating you is my purpose."

Looking at the charming and beautiful maid, Ron's lips curled up into a wild smile, and he couldn't help but move even closer.