Chapter 61: Professional Massage

Burp——!”

In the restaurant deep within the ruins, a completely unladylike burp echoed.

Yisela slumped on the huge elven chair like a koala. Her originally delicate silver dress was stretched taut by her round, stuffed belly, with a few smears of cream from the holy light honey cake on it.

Her small hands rested limply on her stomach, feeling the delicious food inside, and she squinted her ruby-like eyes in satisfaction.

“I’m so stuffed!!!”

She hummed and twisted her body, her tail tip happily flicking.

She had eaten too fast just now; now even her breath carried the aroma of the roasted whole lamb.

Yisela licked the grease off her lips, still savoring the taste of that cream cake in her mind.

This meal was even more sumptuous than New Year’s.

The crisp fragrance of the golden crispy roasted whole lamb, the tender freshness of the braised magic crystal sturgeon, and the mountain of star moon fruits…

Although she had a thousand curses for the mastermind in her heart, her body honestly cleaned off the entire table.

“I’m stuffed!”

Yisela hummed and twisted her body, her tail tip happily flicking.

But to be honest, this meal was really satisfying.

She hadn’t eaten so heartily in a long time.

Just for this feast, she decided to temporarily forgive those bad guys a little…

The empty feeling after eating and drinking surged up like a tide.

Just a little.

The smile on Yisela’s face slowly faded. She unconsciously twirled her silver hair with her fingers, her gaze drifting toward the dead silence outside the window.

“Sister Saint…”

“What is she doing now?”

Thinking of that gentle sister who was always smiling softly and radiated a holy light, Yisela’s heart felt like it was lightly scratched by a cat’s claw—itchy and painful.

“If she can’t find me, will she be sad?”

In her mind, she couldn’t help but picture Seraphina anxiously searching for her, those beautiful blue eyes filled with tears, crying and calling her name.

“Silly sister…”

Yisela smacked her lips, her heart sour and swollen.

If it weren’t for that damned curse, if she still had the power of the Dragon God, she would have already brought Sister Seraphina back to the Dragon’s Nest!

Let her cook delicious food for herself, let her hold her in warm arms, and listen to her talk about those soporific holy light doctrines.

“I won’t let anyone bully you!”

Yisela muttered quietly, as if swearing to the air.

“Whoever dares to touch a single hair on your head, I’ll bite off their neck!”

But now…

Yisela looked at her own soft little arms, then at the fallen angel standing at the door like a statue. A wave of inexplicable anger surged up.

Why!

If she were still that invincible Silver Dragon Princess, she would have long since torn down this broken ruin, grabbed the mastermind, and kicked them a hundred times!

Why did she have to be trapped in this gloomy, weird place eating prison food?

Why did that Ugly God take away her power!

“Ugh…”

“So annoying!”

The more Yisela thought about it, the more wronged she felt. Before she knew it, her eyes were red.

She buried her face in the crook of her arm, her shoulders shaking as she tried to suppress her crying sounds, making them as small as possible.

No!

Can’t cry!

This Princess is the Strongest dragon on the continent!

How can she cry over something so trivial!

That Expressionless Angel would laugh at her!

Yisela suddenly lifted her head, sniffled her runny nose, and forcefully held back the mist in her eyes.

With reddened eyes, she glared viciously at the fallen angel beside her.

That beautiful fallen angel still stood in the shadows, her black wings folded, like a lifeless perfect statue.

Sensing Yisela’s gaze, her pale golden eyes calmly turned.

“What are you looking at!”

Yisela jumped down from the chair in a huff, puffing out her round belly, and stomped with her short legs to the fallen angel. Hands on her hips, she looked up and questioned.

“When are you going to let me out?”

“This princess still hasn’t finished her holiday homework!”

“And also, who is your so-called master anyway?”

“Sneaking around, not even daring to show your face!”

“Is it because they’re too ugly to meet people?”

“Ugly rejection!”

Yisela made a big X with her hands.

“Did you catch me here because you like me? Tell your master in advance!”

“Did you hear me!”

The fallen angel faced this barrage of questions with no change in expression.

She slightly bowed, her voice cold as ice hitting the ground:

“Apologies, Your Highness.”

“The time of your release is decided by Master.”

“My authority is limited to serving you.”

“Master again!”

“Master!”

“Master!”

“So annoying!”

Yisela exploded on the spot at this repeat-like answer.

She looked at the fallen angel’s perfect yet expressionless face and suddenly felt uncomfortable all over.

“Hmph!”

“Since you’re so idle, don’t just stand there in a daze!”

Yisela sat down on the soft carpet, patted her round belly, and pointed at her own calves and tail.

“Come!”

“Give me a massage!”

“Full body massage!”

Yisela lifted her little chin, putting on the airs of a spoiled princess:

“If you massage me comfortably, I’ll reward you with a chicken leg!”

“If you do a bad job…”

She viciously waved her small fist, threatening:

“I’ll pluck all your black feathers and make a feather duster!”

The fallen angel’s body stiffened slightly, but the core command left her unable to refuse.

She silently knelt on one knee, and her long fingers, carrying a chill, gently touched Yisela’s plump calves.

“Hiss——!”

“Lighten up!”

“Are you trying to crush my bones!”

“Sorry.”

“There!”

“Yes, right at the base of the tail!”

“Mmm!”

“So good!”

The fallen angel’s technique was stiff but precise.

She seemed to have read some skill, her fingers applying moderate pressure to Yisela’s sore muscles from the long journey, especially at the sensitive base of her dragon tail. Each press made Yisela want to hum in pleasure.

“Here!”

“Mm…”

“A little higher!”

Yisela collapsed on the carpet like a cat being petted, her eyes squinting into slits.

The fallen angel silently busied herself, her fingers moving over Yisela’s back, calves, and tail.

Though her movements were mechanical, the strength was surprisingly good.

“Mmm!”

“Ah!”

Yisela let out pink bubbles from her mouth—a physiological reaction unique to dragons when they’re in an extremely good mood.

She couldn’t help but let out a satisfied grunt.

“Didn’t expect you to have some skills!”

Yisela squinted, her tail tip happily tapping the ground.

The candlelight flickered on the wall, casting dancing shadows.

The fallen angel’s shadow stretched long, like a silent big crow.

Yisela secretly glanced at her, finding that this guy actually looked quite pleasant when working seriously.

It’s just that her expression was too sour.

Like someone owed her millions of gold coins.

“Hey, Angel Sister.”

Yisela turned over, lying face down on the carpet, looking up at her.

“Say.”

The fallen angel’s hand paused.

“Is your master good-looking?”

“I don’t know.”

“Tch, you don’t even know what your master looks like? Some subordinate you are.”

Yisela curled her lip, her mind starting to wander again.

Who could it be.

“No comment.”

“Hmph, the more you don’t tell me, the more curious I get.”

Yisela yawned, her eyelids beginning to droop.

This massage was too comfortable; she felt her whole body turning to jelly.

The candlelight was warm, and the air still carried the scent of leftovers.

Her little head nodded, on the verge of falling asleep.

“Today, this princess is in a good mood, so I’ll let you off for now.”

“But remember, next time you look at me with that cold expression, I’ll still pluck your feathers!”

The fallen angel didn’t answer, just continued her movements.

Her eyes remained hollow, like a soulless puppet, silently attending to this little princess who might throw a tantrum at any moment.