Drayken stood up from his seclusion and walked into his room, where the two maids were cleaning the room with rigorous hands.
Looking at them, he thought of Lilia and couldn't help but tighten his fist, a gradual fierce expression appearing on his face.
'Eleanor!' This name resounded in his mind, but in the end, he could only slump to the bed with a tired expression.
For now, he was powerless against the Rank-7 dragon. Even if he wanted to do something against this woman, actually, he didn't have much resentment against her, except for the fact that she had Lilia.
After all, she was the one who allowed him to become a dragon and have such a wonderful opportunity. If he could take Lilia, then he would have no ties with her in the future, but that scheming woman was definitely scheming something.
'If she went too far...' A cold light shimmered in his eyes as he coughed ever so slightly.
"Young master."
