The Muzzle forged from Sealing Magic Stone turned all of Kuchierkan’s foul curses into whimpers, and the fire in her rose-gold Dragon Eye wished it could burn Ailaira to ashes.
She struggled desperately, attempting to use the physical strength that Dragonkind took such pride in to break free from the Dragon Shackle that restricted her Magical Power.
Unfortunately, due to Ailaira’s research specifically targeting the Dragon, this set of shackles designed for “capturing dragons” was specialized in suppressing the formidable physical bodies of Dragonkind and restricting their Dragonization.
This included this cell itself; Ritual Magic was buried within the walls to block the flow of energy, such that anyone below the seventh rank could not easily escape once they entered.
Ailaira flicked her finger, and the Muzzle opened from the center, leaving a gap that allowed Kuchierkan to speak. Immediately, a violent barrage of insults roared in Ailaira’s ear:
“You damned Witch, let me go if you have the guts! We’ll settle this with real weapons!!”
“Always using sneak attacks, what kind of skill is that! Come at me from the front!”
“Do you think a place like this can hold me? Just wait until I escape, I’m going to fucking destroy you!”
The crude and vulgar language did not make Ailaira angry. Instead, her interest in this Princess became even more intense. After all, this was the second Dragon she had encountered, and she looked significantly different from Andrea in appearance.
Ailaira walked around to the side of the bed, smoothed her skirt, and sat next to Kuchierkan’s tense legs. She poked her finger into the exposed abdomen, pressing down firmly.
Kuchierkan watched Ailaira’s actions with confusion. Then, her gaze suddenly became suggestive, and her tone took on a teasing note: “Oh, I think I understand. Could it be that Miss Witch has taken a liking to me?”
“You should have said so earlier. There’s no need to use such a roundabout way if you want to spend a pleasant night with me. I’m actually very proactive.”
However, Ailaira ignored Kuchierkan’s request for mating entirely. Her attention was already fixed on the System Interface before her:
[Kuchierkan]
[Race: Pureblood Black Dragon]
[Trait: Berserk]
[Status: Excited, Impatient, Suppressed]
[Value Potential Evaluation: 1. Her Blood contains extremely violent Mana Factors, far exceeding other Dragon; can be made into a Berserk Potion, which significantly increases physical strength and decreases rationality after consumption; 2. The hard Dragon Scale has extremely strong resistance to Magical Power and can be made into protective items; 3. The Dragon Eye can perceive the flow of Magical Power; making them into tools can improve mana perception; 4. Dragon meat has extremely high nutritional value; eating it can expand the Magical Power limit and increase mana attributes; 5. A complete Pureblood Dragon body can serve as a sacrifice to communicate with the Dragon God and draw His wrath.]
[Care/Breeding Suggestions: 1. Warlike; enjoys fighting. It is suggested to soothe the individual’s irritable Magical Power through combat. 2. Lustful by nature: Strong mating desire with no picky tastes. Vent the frantic desires within the Bloodline through mating. 3. Gluttony: Large demand for food; requires 300 kilograms of flesh and blood daily.]
[Development Progress: 0%]
Andrea, you really are easy to raise.
After Ailaira finished reading Kuchierkan’s panel in detail, her assessment of Andrea rose to another level. As expected, one needed a foil for comparison. Compared to this lustful, gluttonous, and extremely fierce Black Dragon, her Miss Red Dragon might have a lower value in some aspects, but under her discipline, she was considered promising for the future. The difficulty of raising her was incomparable; she was truly well-behaved.
“Hey! Say something! Why are you just teasing and not taking action?”
Kuchierkan couldn’t help but mutter. She was indeed feeling somewhat suppressed. Usually, she used combat to relieve the desires in her heart, but after arriving in the territory of Humanity, she hadn’t engaged in a single fist-to-fist fight. Under continuous suppression, her emotions had reached a breaking point. At this moment, her gaze toward Ailaira was somewhat blurred as she urged:
“If you like this style of locking people up… although it insults the dignity of my Dragonkind, considering you’re good-looking, it’s not like I can’t cooperate with you.”
Ailaira glanced at Kuchierkan. A blade of Magical Power condensed at her fingertip, slicing open Kuchierkan’s wrist as she used a test tube to collect her Blood: “You are not within my aesthetic range.”
Kuchierkan didn’t care about Ailaira drawing her blood. For Dragonkind, this amount of Blood was less than the loss from bleeding gums. She was more dissatisfied with Ailaira’s evaluation and immediately retorted: “I am the most beautiful Princess of the Dragonkind. The Dragons who want to mate with me are innumerable.”
“I’ve even deigned to play this kind of game with you, yet you, this Witch, actually don’t know what’s good for you.”
Ailaira swirled the blood that was so red it looked black in the bottle and disparaged her ruthlessly: “You’re really full of yourself. Aren’t you currently my defeated opponent, held captive here?”
“Captive!?” Kuchierkan’s eyes widened. This was a novel term for her. She struggled, wanting to fight Ailaira for another three hundred rounds. “That’s because I haven’t gotten serious yet! Let’s find another place to have a proper fight!”
“We’ll talk about that when I’m interested. Your crude fighting style has absolutely no research value.”
Ailaira put away the reagent bottle. She had collected the Blood of all members of the Visiting Delegation this time, albeit under the guise of an inspection.
But next, she could carry out further research on foreign Bloodlines.
She wasn’t seeking a technological breakthrough; at the very least, she wanted to push the Development Progress to 25% before letting them go. She was quite interested in the Bloodline offered as a System Reward.
Ailaira had no desire to continue communicating with Kuchierkan. She turned to leave, but Kuchierkan hastily called out to her:
“Wait a minute, how long do you plan to keep me locked up here?”
Ailaira turned around: “It depends on the situation. As I said, I am only temporarily responsible for watching over you until the Royal Capital and The Church find the manpower to take over.”
At this point, Kuchierkan regained her normal thinking and managed to make her muscle-packed brain work for once: “That won’t do. Let’s make a deal. If I agree to your conditions, how about you let me leave?”
Besides measuring the current strength of the Human Kingdom, she carried another important task this time and had no time to waste in a place like this.
Seeing Kuchierkan’s sudden change in attitude, Ailaira understood immediately. The Dragon must have other goals to complete, which meant she could seize the opportunity to squeeze her for all she was worth.
But it was still too early. She needed to leave her hanging for a while longer.
Thus, Ailaira stayed no longer and walked away. Her fingers twitched as she put the Muzzle back on Kuchierkan, completely ignoring her angry gaze as she locked the door of the Underground Chamber once more.
Once outside the room, Ailaira used Magic again to hide the path leading to the Underground Chamber. Looking at the cage she had meticulously prepared, Ailaira’s gaze was deep.
In fact, in the original Underground Chamber of the Green Family, there had been a similar place. As for who it was prepared for… it could only be said to be understood in silence.
“Alright, time to go see that Red Dragon.”