106 - The Butler Dismissed by the Saintess Couldn’t Possibly Be the Demon Dragon Princess

Chapter 106: Breakfast As time ticked by, after Ian finished her bath, her small hands carefully clutched the bathroom door frame as she peeked her head out to observe the state of the hotel room. The room was already plunged into darkness with the lights off, suggesting that Lilian had likely fallen asleep. Seeing this, Ian finally breathed a slight sigh of relief. After all, if Lilian were still awake, Ian wouldn't know how to face her. She definitely didn't want Lilian to cling to her tonight for that sort of thing. Ian tiptoed to the bedside. Despite the darkness, her dragon heritage granted her strong vision, allowing her to clearly see that Lilian had changed into her pajamas and was lying in bed. Her eyes were shut tight, appearing to be in a deep, peaceful slumber. Ian climbed into bed beside Lilian. It had been an exhausting day, and a few short minutes later, she was sound asleep. Once Ian had drifted off, however, the seemingly slumbering Lilian suddenly opened her eyes, a gentle light shimmering within her gaze as she watched Ian. “You promised me you wouldn’t make a move on Ian,” a voice echoed in her mind. It was the voice of Lilian with golden hair. “Don’t worry, I’m just looking at her,” replied the Lilian with silver hair. “And besides, when are you going to return my body to me?” “Return your body, you say? I’m worried you won’t be able to control yourself if I do,” Silver-haired Lilian said, raising her eyebrows playfully. “Why wouldn’t I be able to control myself?” “Alright then, how about tomorrow?” Silver-haired Lilian sighed in compromise, aware that teaching someone through words only got you so far, while experience taught you the rest. By morning, due to a well-honed internal clock, Ian awoke early, although she felt enveloped in a soft embrace. Turning her head, she realized it was Lilian, clad in barely-there pajamas, holding her close. The softness Ian felt was, naturally, Lilian. Ian carefully extricated herself from Lilian’s hold without waking her. “I hope Aiselina doesn’t find out about this,” Ian silently prayed. After a quick wash, Ian turned back to take one last look at Lilian and noticed her hair had reverted to its original golden hue from silver overnight. Could Lilian have subdued that presence on her own and returned to normal? This was excellent news for Ian. Yesterday, she had been thoroughly harrowed by Lilian in her silver-haired state. Her stomach rumbled loudly, prompting Ian to pat it gently. It had sunken in from hunger. No wonder, as she had gone a whole day without eating. Last night, Lilian’s teasing left her so flustered she didn't even realize her hunger until now, once she sensed Lilian’s return to normalcy. “Better head downstairs to find something to eat.” Taking one last glance at the sleeping Lilian, whose lips still carried a trace of a sweet smile as if she were dreaming, Ian couldn’t bring herself to disturb her. She walked to the door, gently opening and closing it to avoid making any noise. Out on the street, the early hour meant few stores were open, just a handful of breakfast places. After selecting some bread and milk, Ian made her way back to the hotel. Passing a wooden notice board, she saw a crowd gathered around it. Curiosity piqued, she squeezed in to see what the fuss was about. “Where’s this kid coming from, don’t push me.” “Shoo, kid, this isn’t something children should see.” Ian’s attempts to weave through the crowd annoyed people around her. “Who are you calling a kid? You’re the kid, your whole family’s kids,” Ian retorted, irked at being mistaken for a child. Squeezing to the front was no easy feat, but she managed. The notice was showcasing a concert poster, featuring an elegantly dressed woman in a black-brown gown. Next to her name, Aivina, stood out boldly. “Isn’t she the one the store clerk mentioned last night, who’s particularly close to Ailia?” Recalling the hotel receptionist’s gossip about Ailia’s flirtatious exploits, Ian wondered if Aivina was aware of these escapades. A mischievous plan began forming in her mind. After all, when Lilian had clung to her and she turned to Ailia for assistance, Ailia merely watched from the sidelines, not lifting a finger to help. Last night, she’d only paid for one room for Ian, leaving her to share with Lilian. If Lilian hadn’t fallen asleep first, Ian would’ve had a rough night. “A little payback against Ailia couldn’t hurt. I’m not overly vengeful,” Ian thought, a sly grin spreading across her face as she concocted a playful scheme. Returning to the hotel, Ian found it empty - Lilian had disappeared from where she’d been dreaming so sweetly. “Lilian, you here? I got breakfast!” Ian called, waving a few pieces of bread and some bottles of milk into the air, hoping for any response. “If you don’t come out, I’ll eat it all myself.” No answer. “Seems like Lilian really isn’t here.” Ian sat in a chair, munching on bread, sipping milk, pondering where Lilian might have gone. “She’s probably out finding something to eat herself,” Ian speculated. Done with breakfast, she set out into the streets. Her purpose here was to complete a trial mission. Though unsure of its exact nature, it seemed more promising to venture out than staying cooped up in a hotel room. Wandering aimlessly, finishing off the half piece of bread initially intended for Lilian, Ian justified it to herself as misjudging her appetite. Having eaten her own fill, she was now targeting the portion meant for Lilian, feeling assured Lilian was likely out fetching food as well. As Ian strolled down the street, her keen dragon sense of smell picked up various scents amidst the city’s bustle - the aroma of freshly baked bread, the floral fragrance from nearby blooms. Most intriguing was a faint medicinal herb scent, refreshingly unique and inhaled with each breath, it left a crisp, invigorating sensation.