Chapter 18: Declaring Sovereignty
It had to be said that while Elise’s actions were intended to protect her own interests, they did indeed protect Yier Meng very well.
“And besides, the only person Teacher is allowed to strike is me!”
Of course, this rescue would have been even better without Elise’s second sentence, which so blatantly declared her sovereignty.
What did she mean, the only person she was allowed to strike was her? That was obviously easy to misinterpret, wasn’t it?
So Yier Meng could only clutch her forehead, feeling an immense headache coming on. She felt that if she stayed here any longer, the pain in her head would simply explode, and she would break down.
Fortunately, Eirya didn’t seem to notice the hidden meaning behind that sentence.
“Are you saying you want to monopolize Teacher?”
That was a good way to put it, but Ice Dragon Princess, you’ve completely put your skill points in the wrong tree! Your teacher has already given you an easy way out of this, so why on earth must you play this game of “fighting for ownership of the teacher” with an elf who clearly has a few screws loose?
And feeling the surrounding air temperature suddenly drop by more than ten degrees Celsius, Yier Meng was certain that Eirya was serious. If Elise weren’t an elf, but a tiger girl instead, Yier Meng was sure she would be able to see the almost-materialized forms of a dragon and a tiger fighting behind them.
“I am merely stating a fact.”
Clearly, Elise had no intention of yielding in the slightest.
When it came to the matter of their teacher, the two had reached a remarkably tacit consensus, but it brought immense suffering to Yier Meng herself. As she watched the two of them subtly cast their gazes in her direction, their eyes were clearly saying, Teacher, you decide.
“…”
Yier Meng couldn’t get a word in edgewise. To her, in a situation like this, her intuition told her it was better not to speak at all.
“Teacher!”
But it was obvious that even if she stayed silent, Elise wouldn’t let her off the hook. She proceeded to launch a critical assault on Yier Meng with her magnificent, wave-like “career line” (a slang term for cleavage).
Even with the school uniform as a barrier, the thin fabric of the summer uniform could do nothing to stop the feeling of that grand softness pressing tightly against her.
Because she had lunged forward, although the height difference between the two wasn’t great, Elise was clearly more uninhibited than Eirya, and thus held the advantage. Since Yier Meng wouldn’t speak, she would use the physical act of hugging her teacher to make her point. As far as Elise was concerned, as long as she could anger this ice dragon princess enough to make her leave and thus declare her sovereignty over their teacher, that was all that mattered.
“Heh heh! So you’re resorting to this trick!”
And Elise’s actions, naturally, succeeded in infuriating the ice dragon princess. She was like the final spark thrown into a powder keg, igniting it, and causing it to explode.
You see, she hadn’t initially had that kind of feeling for Yier Meng. Her Ice Dragon clan, unlike the elves, absolutely adhered to the consistent style of the dragons: they worshiped the strong. They were polite but not humble, proud but not arrogant.
This was the way of the dragons. They were absolutely arrogant to the bone, but they would not misuse their immense power because of it. A true dragon was absolutely not the kind described in human history books—one that would randomly breathe fire, burn down villages, and ultimately be driven off and slain by a human hero. Those were just imitations, lesser dragons who craved the power of the dragon race but had lost their minds.
But today, perhaps even Eirya hadn’t expected that someone could provoke her to this extent. And that person was an elf, a race with a tradition as long and storied as the dragons themselves.
The power of dragons, the magic of elves—these were syllables that rolled off the tongue of anyone familiar with this world.
