An Extra’s POV

Frey'ja, the White Dragon Lord, was an epitome of beauty.

Among the Dragon Lords, there was none who rivaled her in beauty and sheer prestige—at least, that was what she liked to think.

Of all her features, there was one that she was most proud of, though.

—Her eyes.

They were beautiful, like the depths of a crystal sea, or a boundless sky. The immaculate mix of blue, with white sparkles, made them glorious to look at.

They weren't only for decoration as well.

Her Skills involved her eyes a good deal, so they were her greatest assets in every sense of the word.

… Until the Great Old Dragon Lord plucked one out.

Frey'ja had sunk into despair after that. She thought her beauty had been forever tainted, and that she would forever be denied the full power that used to be hers. Her ambition would be forced into a standstill, and she would lose all the respect of her peers.

Even though she was grateful for being spared, her life was never going to be the same.

Then… Ater came along.

He changed everything upon his arrival, starting with her new eyes. That single act was more than enough to make her enamored by him.

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"How are you enjoying your new eye?"

The moment he asked this question, the pink hues on the cheeks of the White Dragon Lord intensified, almost turning bright red.

'He's close…' Not only did he get closer to her, his chest nearly rubbing against hers, but she could feel his chill drawing close to her steaming body.

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best to be composed, but Ater wasn't making it

much better than before, and my abilities are also much stronger. Then, there's also that new

syrupy smile made it clear how giddy and clumsy she was being. Still, she

heart, I thank you." She would have bowed

her utmost respect, Frey'ja tried to take a step back and properly show reverence, but Ater wrapped an arm behind her and drew her

"Eeeep!"

face instantly

was dangerous. She was trembling again, feeling all sorts of emotions, and yet couldn't remove her gaze from the predator that had

she felt an electric sensation

No man had ever been this

sucked up to her. She was talented in everything she did, and her physical qualities matched her overwhelming combat

few who could be

them had

them looked at her, or touched her, or spoke to her… the way Ater currently did. The White

you have some form of dissatisfaction. Tell

see right through her. She couldn't fight the almighty

the end,

Lords. Maybe… maybe if

Ater smiled, pulling his face close enough that

'Oohh…!!!'

weak, and her

She remained firm, though.

but you, Frey'ja." The way he spoke, especially how

Frey'ja loved it.

access to this power? You'll be able to serve the Emperor well, surpassing those who were

"Yes… you're right."

of every Dragon, and Frey'ja was no exception to that. She told herself that the only reason she was allied with Ater was because he

that was

your overwhelming assistance." She smiled warmly, though a hint of sadness still

"...."