Chapter 4

Father looked down on Dorian, so I insisted on him.

The more Father loathed Dorian, the more I used every means to make Dorian happy.

I even gifted Dorian the Dragonkin's most vital dragon scales right in front of Father.

When Father stormed off in a huff, I felt an inexplicable sense of satisfaction.

Thinking back, I didn't truly harbor much affection for Dorian.

Just as I was lost in thought, Celeste took Dorian's hand. "Father, Dorian is my fated companion, destined to be soul-bonded with me."

Celeste and Dorian cut their palms, and threads of blood wove into a glowing Fateseal, gradually appearing between them.

The two elders were ecstatic.

"Princess Celeste's and the black snake Dorian's Fateseals are perfectly aligned!"

"When they cultivate the Draconic Divinity Arts together, their progress will advance by leaps and bounds!"

From that moment, all the Dragonkin present supported Celeste as the Crown Princess.

Father, left with no grounds for objection, stood there with a gloomy expression, silent.

Celeste glanced at me with an unreadable expression, then firmly declared.

"Father, rest assured. Should the Dragonkin ever face crisis, I will fight with all my might."

"Anything Sister can do, I can do too!"

My suspicion deepened.

Celeste's tone suggested as if such a crisis for the Dragonkin were an actual possibility.

But who in this world dared to provoke the Dragonkin?

However, the most important thing right now was to shed this burdensome Crown Princess title.

"Celeste has chosen her consort, now it's my turn to pick."

I scanned the gathering, then languidly gestured towards a corner on the right. "He looks good. Handsome, just my type."

I was pointing to a man in white robes, with a striking face, fair skin, and perfectly sculpted lips.

Much more handsome than Dorian.

Father's face grew even uglier. "A mere white snake, barely transformed, he's even worse than your sister's black snake."

I replied languidly, "As long as he's good-looking."

I used my magic to summon him directly before me, took his hand, and led him back to my palace.

With the heavy burden of Crown Princess lifted, I completely let loose.

Each day, I listened to new songs from the human world, savored fine wines and exquisite foods, and enjoyed the ministrations of my white snake.

Kian, the white snake, was handsome and gentle in nature.

My days were spent indulging in beauty and fine wines, living a life of utter freedom and pleasure.

Meanwhile, Celeste, after becoming Crown Princess of the Dragonkin, cultivated the Draconic Divinity Arts with Dorian. In just half a month, she became the strongest among the younger generation of Dragonkin.

Dorian also successfully transformed into a dragon.

The entire Dragon Palace was filled with joy.

The two elders specifically sought me out, commending my sensibility for letting Celeste become Crown Princess.

Before leaving, they also advised me not to fall into despair, but to continue cultivating. At the very least, I should ensure Kian transformed into a dragon.

After all, Dragons live for millennia, but a mere snake-shifter only for a few centuries.

I leaned back languidly, asking Kian, "Do you want to transform into a dragon? If so, I'll have some potent elixirs sent over tomorrow to aid your cultivation."

Cultivating diligently myself was out of the question.

If he wanted to transform, I'd simply provide him with elixirs to achieve it.

Kian looked at me with a soft smile. "As I am now is perfectly fine."

Just then, the palace doors burst open.

Mara, Celeste's maid, her face pale, stumbled in.

"Princess Lyra, the Crown Princess was ambushed by Archdemons while patrolling the border and is gravely wounded!"

"Before she lost consciousness, she kept calling your name."

Clang! The wine cup in my hand dropped, spilling its contents across the floor.