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

Chapter 122: Temporarily Safe "What is that thing?" "Why is there another infected beast?" "Stop standing there dumbfounded, run!" Ian, with her wings spread out behind her, was charging towards the group of beasts like an arrow released from a bow. "She's coming at us, run!" "If I had known, I wouldn't have come to the concert today." The people around Lilian were already terrified being so close to the beasts, and now Ian flying toward them turned the place into utter chaos. Ian knew that by using this form, many people would misunderstand her intentions, but she had no other choice. If she didn't act, Lilian might end up as prey to those beasts. Meanwhile, Lilian, with her eyes tightly shut, hadn't anticipated so many beasts surrounding the men in black. Had she been more cautious, perhaps she wouldn't be in this predicament. Lilian had to admit, even if she had foreseen the beasts, her situation might not have been much better. Her lineage hadn't developed much, and she wasn't even proficient in the Light Binding technique Ellia taught her. So, she was weak—so weak she couldn't stand it herself. That's why when Ellia offered to take her as an apprentice, she had accepted without hesitation. Now facing possible death again, she doubted anyone could save her in time. Lilian had overheard the surrounding people; not a single knight was left as a guard in the concert venue—they had all been reassigned. It appeared to be a premeditated, organized plan, although she couldn’t fathom its purpose. Were they simply trying to kill everyone here, or was there another agenda? But now it was pointless to think about these things. She was nearly dead; what use would such thoughts be? Lilian had tried to resist, but the sheer number of beasts left no room for casting spells. Their numbers were overwhelming, and disturbingly, their targets were precise. It felt as though she had a tracker within her, guiding them straight at her. As Lilian awaited death, she felt a strong gust on either side of her body. The wind didn’t feel natural; it seemed deliberate. She wanted to open her eyes to see who had created this gust, but with her neck caught in a beast’s jaws, she couldn’t do so. "Get off me!" A furious shout resounded throughout the concert venue, and Ian's voice was laden with anger. Though Ian possessed no skills at that moment, having absorbed the Blood Stone, her lineage had developed to 10%, making her body as formidable as that of a true dragon. Ian believed that in terms of physical strength alone, no one in her age group could rival her, not even the female protagonists in the original work. The dark wings behind her had grown several times larger since the Sacred Trial, and the horns atop her head had also lengthened. Her once delicate white hands had transformed into razor-sharp dragon claws, merging shades of blood red and black. With just a momentary touch of her dragon claws, a torrent of blood burst from the point where it made contact with the beasts. The wolf-like beast that had tried to bite Lilian was now sent flying, dead beyond doubt. Now out of danger, Lilian saw the person who had saved her from peril. Seeing her savior left Lilian momentarily dazed, thinking she might be seeing things. How could a silver-haired dragon princess conveniently be here to save her? At first glance, she assumed it was Aetherlina rescuing her again, but upon closer inspection, something didn’t match. Aetherlina's chest was more generous than this savior’s, her eyes were a deep blue, not the red of her savior. Yet the most distinguishing feature wasn’t these. It was the intense magical aura—they mirrored those of the demons from five hundred years later. Lilian knew Aetherlina deeply despised demons, proving her rescuer wasn’t Aetherlina. So, who was this dragon? Under human society's teachings, as a Holy Maiden’s family member, Lilian always viewed demons as her greatest adversary. Yet she had just been rescued by an unknown demon dragon. In the briefest of moments, the beasts surrounded Ian. Ian flapped her wings, lifting into the air, attempting to escape their encirclement. "Are you injured?" Ian, holding Lilian in her arms, anxiously inquired. "No, I'm fine." Lilian blushed, the scent from Ian enveloping her, offering a strange familiarity. Moreover, the concern in that question intensified the feeling of familiarity. It was as if someone close was with her, yet among her acquaintances, she knew no dragon like this. Ian’s priority was to get Lilian to safety without bothering with any disguise. The wolves pursued them relentlessly, as if fixated solely on them. "So annoying," Ian muttered, scanning the sea of wolves below, finding nowhere safe to land. At this distressing moment, a predatory bird struck her with furious speed. A few of the hard scales on Ian's body fell from the impact. "Damn, even the skies are no longer safe," she muttered, dodging more attacks whilst holding Lilian tightly. Lilian felt dizzy, nestling into Ian's grip brought back a wave of nostalgia—like the orphanage where a dragoness, who refused to reveal her name, had saved her just like this. After a while, Ian lost the pursuing beasts and set Lilian onto a relatively safe spot. "Rest here for a bit. I'll be back soon," Ian assured, determined to thwart whatever the men in black were planning. As Ian turned to leave, Lilian seized her hand firmly. "Ian, is it really you?"