The Almighty Dragon General

James had a dazed look on his face. A few seconds later, he burst out laughing.
"You can be a bit more honest with yourself." The woman gave a small snort. "I can give you what you want if you are willing to do the same for me."
James took it that the woman was in a way telling him she would accept his advances if James had such intentions.
He sipped the Chaos Absinthe whilst trying to suppress the restless feeling inside him. "Were you born with the Soul Enchantment Art? Or did you learn it from someone?"
The woman's brows arched. "Are you trying to say that’s the reason for the lustful thoughts in your head now? I’ll be frank. I've always kept my true appearance hidden, not because I want to maintain a mysterious or elusive image. It's only because I want to avoid the troubles that may arise from having an unnecessarily beautiful face."
James smirked. "You truly are the most narcissistic and thick-skinned person I've ever met."

Yehria snapped, "Why you-"
"Calm down." James chuckled. "I admit that you are the most beautiful woman I have ever met. But do you honestly think you can always get your way by using your beautiful appearance? Just because you are beautiful, anything you do or say is fine? People will find it cute even if you do all sorts of evil things?"
Yehria fell silent.
"I’m sure you have numerous Zymurgian supreme beings who are your admirers and have fallen for your looks," James continued, "You can even take advantage of that and make them do your bidding. Unfortunately, I won't become one of those men."
"I wasn't expecting that to happen either." Yehria snorted. "I want to make one thing clear, though. Other than my parents, you are the first person who has seen my actual appearance."
"Well, I guess I must have rotten luck." James shrugged.
"I didn't last this long just by relying on the beauty I was born with," Yehria responded. "I succeeded because of my wit, my powers, my efforts, and the opportunities that came my way."
"Opportunities that were shamelessly given to you by unscrupulous people," James said mockingly.
"Enough with the useless chatter. What is it that you want, then?" Yehria fixed her gaze on James.
"I want to kill you," James replied straightforwardly. "I want to get revenge for me and my wife. She was forced to be reborn again eighty-one times, whereas I suffered unfair treatment because of your doing."
After listening to James’ words, Yehria started laughing hysterically.
James took another sip of the Chaos Absinthe. His gaze fell on Yehria. He did not want to admit it, but there was just something mesmerizing and irresistible about Yehria.