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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composed,

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

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

you." She would have bowed her head, but Ater was too close to her,

an attempt to give him her utmost respect, Frey'ja tried to take a step back and properly show reverence,

"Eeeep!"

face instantly turned

at which her heart was beating, and it was dangerous. She was trembling again, feeling

and she felt

Too rough…' No man had

born, so most Dragons sucked up to her. She was talented in everything she did, and

few who could be

them had any

her, or touched her, or spoke to her… the way Ater currently did. The White Dragon Lord felt bliss at that

some form of dissatisfaction. Tell

see right through her. She couldn't fight

the end, she gave

that I can't show off my newfound strength to the other Lords. Maybe… maybe if I show them how great you are, you could even have more allies among

face close enough that his

'Oohh…!!!'

knees went weak, and her

She remained firm, though.

else but you, Frey'ja." The way he spoke, especially how he said her name, made her

Frey'ja loved it.

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

"Yes… you're right."

the Emperor was ultimately the goal 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 would aid in her efforts to

was the

warmly, though a hint of sadness still flickered in

"...."