“No way, is Ian that hungry already?”
“Wasn’t he just resisting earlier?” Flora couldn’t believe the scene before her. “Did making him eat this dark cuisine actually reward him?”
Flora watched Ian and Yiserin whispering, utterly perplexed.
What could they possibly be talking about for so long? All she’d asked Yiserin to do was check with Ian about eating the Watermelon Stir-Fried with Pork.
Was Ian unwilling? Flora had thought sending Yiserin to ask was unnecessary, but now it seemed otherwise.
Even so, she couldn’t imagine why Ian would refuse Yiserin’s request.
Could it really be, as I thought, that Ian’s so hungry he’s even willing to eat this dish and doesn’t want to share?
Yiserin studied Ian, who, aside from his delicate features, seemed entirely male. She couldn’t figure out how he pulled off such a disguise.
Even her own disguise often failed to fool others. She was frequently teased for looking like a girl, which made her feel her skills were lacking.
She’d sometimes wondered if she should refine her disguise techniques, but she didn’t know who to learn from.
Her two roommates were also cross-dressing, but their skills weren’t much better than hers.
Now, with Ian standing before her, she wouldn’t have guessed his true gender if not for her bug-level Beautiful Girl Radar.
This sparked a burning desire in her to learn from him.
But Yiserin wasn’t sure how to broach the subject.
If I don’t know how to ask, I’ll check what the book says.
While Ian wasn’t looking, Yiserin stealthily pulled her yellow booklet from her pocket.
Flipping through it, she grew frustrated—the book didn’t explain how to ask someone to teach you anything.
“Ugh, you only realize you haven’t read enough when you need it most! I need to buy more books,” Yiserin muttered softly.
The booklet came from a beautiful older woman she’d met as a child.
Back then, she didn’t know what “Master of Romance” meant, but the woman’s warmth prompted her to buy it.
It had cost her a lot, and her sister was furious, insisting on tracking down the woman to return the book.
Under her sister’s pressure, Yiserin led her to where she’d bought it, but the woman was gone, as if she’d never existed.
No matter how they searched, they couldn’t find her.
Eventually, Yiserin and her sister gave up.
Yiserin was both disappointed and relieved by the outcome.
She was disappointed because the woman’s scent had felt comforting, as if they shared an unspoken connection.
But she was relieved because it meant she could keep The Master of Romance’s Guide without returning it.
Her sister, however, wasn’t pleased and confiscated the book, saying, “You’re too young to understand its dangers. You shouldn’t read this. You only need me by your side.”
Yiserin didn’t understand why she couldn’t read it. Her sister was only a year older, and they weren’t even blood-related—just cousins. Yiserin’s mother, the Silver Dragon King’s second daughter, was her sister’s mother’s younger sister.
Yiserin had never met her aunt, and her cousin had been raised by Yiserin’s mother from a young age.
When her cousin’s bloodline reached 10% development, she faced her first bloodline trial under the Dragon God, one of the continent’s strongest beings, earning the Silver Dragon Clan’s full attention.
She was then taken to train under the current Silver Dragon King, giving Yiserin the chance to escape. She feared her nominal sister might do something bizarre.
From what Yiserin knew of her cousin’s temperament, she wouldn’t let her go easily. So, for the past year, Yiserin had lived on edge, dreading being found.
Both to pursue love and to avoid her sister, Ian’s disguise techniques were a goal worth learning.
Since the book offered no guidance on asking for lessons, Yiserin decided to take matters into her own hands.
With that, she clasped her hands together in a sincere gesture and whispered, so only Ian could hear, “Please teach me your disguise techniques!”
Hearing her words, Ian’s head throbbed. He’d already said he wasn’t a girl, and not only did Yiserin not believe him, but now she wanted to learn disguise techniques?
What disguise techniques do I even have?
Should I just give her the Senro Breath Pearl? But that wouldn’t help. The pearl only hid auras and suppressed bloodlines—it couldn’t disguise a girl as a boy.
“Sorry, I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Ian said, avoiding a direct response and pretending not to understand.
Is my sincerity not enough? Yiserin wondered if she should offer Ian something to gain his favor and maybe learn a thing or two.
Just as she was about to ask what price he’d want, a faint fragrance wafted in from outside the restaurant.
The scent was subtle, easily missed if she wasn’t paying attention, but when she caught it, Yiserin panicked.
The fragrance was too familiar—unforgettable for a lifetime.
Ian, seeing Yiserin’s sudden alarm, was confused, wondering what had set her off now.
Outside the restaurant, two figures approached.
“President, this is the last restaurant we haven’t checked.”
Sweat beaded on Chiye’s forehead—not from the heat, but because the restaurant she referred to was her mother’s.
She remembered bringing several people here to eat, and now she dreaded facing them.
If not for the newly appointed student council president insisting she come along, she wouldn’t have shown up.
Beside Chiye stood a tall, slender woman with striking blue eyes, a high nose, and exquisite, serene features.
Her dragon tail, wrapped in silver-white scales, trailed behind her, and her snow-white hair cascaded to her waist.