“What do you mean, ‘ah’? At most you two are only a few months apart. That’s just perfect.
Heh heh heh~ That guy wanted to chase after me, right? Well, I refused. Instead, I’ll have my disciple snatch his daughter. That’ll really piss him off.”
With a mischievous grin, Goli rubbed her hands together, her calculations practically crackling in the air.
“This… Isn’t that a bit much? The girl hasn’t even been born and you’re already making arrangements for her. That’s so wicked… I like it~”
Genasar gave Goli a big thumbs-up, thoroughly approving.
Master and disciple exchanged sly glances as they schemed against the Golden Dragon father and daughter.
Afterwards, they closed the hatchery door and went back to crouch in front of the alchemy cauldron.
It was enough for Genasar to know his future wife was here—everything else could wait for another day.
“Speaking of which, that guy is squatting right outside the door. I really don’t feel safe. I keep thinking he’ll suddenly burst in and do something unspeakable to me.”
Gold Dragons and Red Dragons were complete opposites, so it was perfectly normal for them not to see eye to eye.
Otherwise, he wouldn’t have called me an “evil little Red Dragon brat” the moment we met.
Goli, unfazed, stirred her potion as she replied nonchalantly, “Don’t worry about it. That’s just how he is—looks strict but is actually super repressed. Just ignore him. He can chill out wherever he wants.”
After stirring for a while, Goli put down the stick and hopped off the rim of the cauldron.
With practiced ease, she pulled out a little notebook.
“Mm, now we just have to wait for the temperature to be right. I’ll read for a bit.”
She sat naturally on a nearby chair, crossed her legs, and stared intently at the small notebook in her hands.
Curious, Genasar leaned over to take a closer look.
“‘The Tyrannical Prince Fell for Me’? Uh… Master, maybe you should read less of this stuff. It’ll rot your brain.”
He’d thought it was some advanced magic tome, but it turned out to be something he’d scribbled long ago just to kill time.
Still, he had to admit—his own modified version of these stories was quite popular with young girls.
Goli slowly lowered her book, revealing half her face with an embarrassed yet graceful smile.
“Mind your own business. Go get me some water.”
With her tiny dragon claws, Genasar awkwardly brought over some water. Goli mumbled something before slowly taking a sip.
“Sigh, I’d love to have a sweet romance, too. It’s just that no suitable males have shown up in this world so far.”
“Uh… Isn’t that guy outside still single…?”
“Him? The moment I raise my voice, he shrinks like a slime. Don’t be fooled by his tough exterior; he’s really just a softie. That’s why I’m always so cold to him.”
“Oh.”
Time ticked by. No one knew how long had passed before Goli finally put down her book and stood up from her chair.
“That should be enough. Go fetch your little gold sister.”
Although he really wanted to complain about why he had to do something like this, there was no helping it—even if he didn’t want to, he had to.
With one claw wrapped around the Golden Dragon egg, he carried it out of the hatchery.
“I wonder what Golden Dragon eggshell tastes like… I’m a bit curious. Maybe I’ll sneak a bite after it hatches.”
Thinking this, he brought the egg over to the cauldron. Goli took it and examined it carefully for a moment.
Then, like tossing a basketball, she hurled it into the cauldron.
Instantly, golden light burst forth, but it quickly faded away.
Goli picked up the stirring rod once again and continued to mix the bubbling, black viscous liquid in the cauldron.
Genasar lay beside her, carefully observing Goli’s methods.
“This color… Master, are you sure you’re not just boiling a tea egg?”
“A what egg?”
“Nothing…”
The color was much better than what he’d made before, and the smell wasn’t nearly as pungent—in fact, there was even a hint of medicinal fragrance.
After a while, the potion’s color gradually faded. Goli grabbed the egg out of thin air and handed it to Genasar.
“That’s about it. Put it back.”
With that, she somehow produced a thick, long robe from somewhere and draped it over herself.
“So troublesome. I still have to deal with that guy outside. Sigh…”
She covered up all the vaguely exposed parts of her body, then cleared her throat to adjust her voice and demeanor.
Not long after, the great door boomed open. Batuk, shining gold, strode in from outside. There was a raging blizzard outside, but not a single snowflake clung to him.
Seeing Goli in her human form, he was momentarily taken aback, then followed suit and shapeshifted as well.
His body was wrapped in golden light and rapidly shrank. Soon, a tall, handsome man with golden hair and a stern poker face stood in his place.
He wore a lavish robe patterned with dragon scales, and the two pairs of dragon horns on his head had shrunk in proportion.
“Our dragon forms should be our pride—aren’t they far more impressive than humans? Why do you always prefer your human form, and even wear human clothes?”
He spoke with a hint of complaint, only to be met with a cold glare from Goli.
“Shut up.”
Genasar, emerging from the hatchery, happened to witness the scene—and the icy expression on Goli’s face.
This crazy woman seems so normal now… Could she have been angered by this guy? Just how much must a dragon hate someone to make Goli not even want to act crazy anymore?
But seeing how Batuk immediately shut up the moment Goli spoke, Genasar had a bold idea.
Considering what she’d said earlier… Could this guy be a dragon simp? If that’s the case… heh heh heh~
Noticing Genasar’s comical, sly grin, Batuk frowned in displeasure and turned to glare at him.
But then, his lips curled slightly, as if he’d suddenly thought of something amusing.
“Kid, you’re her disciple, right? That means I’m qualified to teach you a thing or two. I, the proud prince of the Golden Dragon clan, will personally be your sparring partner.”
“Huh? Sparring partner?”
Is this supposed to be training? It’s obviously just an excuse to beat me up.
For the first time, Goli’s face showed anger. She didn’t say a word, just raised her hand, ready to intervene.
But Genasar stopped her with a lifted claw.
Goli didn’t quite understand what he was up to and signaled with her eyes for him to stand down, but he stubbornly refused.
“Ahem, Mr. Golden Dragon, you say it’s training, but our levels are way too different. How about this: you stand there and let me hit you however I want. Once we’re done, just give me a little something to eat or use, and we’ll call it even, friends~”
Genasar even winked at Batuk, making the latter frown in confusion.
But then Batuk noticed how Genasar kept glancing at Goli and making faces at him. He seemed to understand Genasar’s intention.
This troublesome Red Dragon brat is pretty clever. Perfect. Since he’s Goli’s disciple, if I can get him to whisper a few good words for me, that’ll help my cause. Giving him a little something in return is no big deal.
“Alright. As your elder, I won’t bully you. And when we’re done, I’ll give you a treasure as a meeting gift.”
Their exchange of glances didn’t escape Goli’s notice. She understood exactly what they were up to—and felt supremely annoyed.
But seeing Genasar’s smug grin, she had a feeling things weren’t going to be so simple. She decided to wait and see.
Batuk raised his palm and beckoned Genasar over.
“Come, I’ll stand right here and not move. But fair warning, you know how tough Dragon flesh is—be careful you don’t break your claws or teeth.”
Even if the opponent didn’t move, the difference in strength was too great—not only would he be unable to hurt Batuk, but he might shatter his own teeth in the process.