Moli looked at Rafael, who was looking at Mr. Fischer beside her. Her eyes were filled with burning passion, just like when she had mentioned her "husband" earlier. She had said that she was very grateful to that husband of hers.

When Rafael was captured by Humans and reduced to a lowly Slave like livestock, it was he who saved her. He did not bully her; instead, he treated her as an equal, respected her opinions, taught her many principles, and helped her through the confusion and harshness of reality. 𝒻𝘳ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝒷𝘯ℴ𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝑐ℴ𝑚

She and he had such deep feelings for each other, and she firmly believed that although separation was necessary, the feelings between him and her would not disappear because of it.

Rafael had always been waiting for the day she could see him again, hoping to stand at his side as an equal and break the chains of worldly prejudice.

And looking at it carefully, she herself had met Mr. Fischer only after Rafael, and it seemed she had not made any substantive progress with Mr. Fischer at all.

Although Rafael had not actually become husband and wife with Fisher either, as for herself, she had not even shaken off the shackles of teacher and student...

So what should she do?

Should she let go?

A faint ringing brushed past Moli’s ear; she looked at Rafael before her, then drew back her gaze somewhat hesitantly.

But when she looked at Fisher beside her, the rhetorical question in her heart again sounded deafening...

Rafael had waited and struggled for so long, but hadn’t she also waited and struggled for so long?

She...

didn’t want to let go.

"But, Rafael still hasn’t... held a wedding with Mr. Fischer, has she?"

After a brief silence, Moli lifted her head and suddenly said this.

The soft, constantly-pressed Whale-man Species unexpectedly showed signs of counterattack at this moment, catching both commentator Emhardt and the others somewhat off guard.

Beautiful hit, girl.

Rafael turned her head to look at Moli, but her steps unavoidably retreated half a pace, her body stiff to the point of absurdity.

And Kexier and Fasher, who were holding the child, also sighed and said,

"That is indeed so, but Lord Raphael and Fisher have already consummated their relationship as husband and wife, that is undeniable. Besides, weddings are a Human custom to begin with. For the Dragon-man Species, once you’ve met the parents and gained the acknowledgment of the elders and the clan, then he is that Dragon-man’s partner."

"Don’t tell me... Mr. Fischer has already met Rafael’s Mother?"

Moli stared blankly back at Fisher, as if to confirm it, but in Emhardt’s view, this punch landed solidly, directly striking Rafael and even Fasher and the others into silence.

Yes, Rafael had not only never brought Fisher to meet her parents, they had not given their approval, and she didn’t even dare to make Fisher’s status as her husband public and have it witnessed by her people. For Rafael knew very well that her compatriots, who had been ravaged by Humans for so long, would never accept a West Continent person as the partner of the Dragon Queen. This was also why, all these years, Rafael had rarely mentioned Fisher in front of anyone other than Fasher and the others...

This had always been Rafael’s sore spot. To break this, she had to win—place victory and freedom in front of her people—only then would she have the right to say such things.

But now, she was being beaten back again and again by the Fake Court, struggling even to protect herself, let alone...

Moli pressed her lips together. Noticing that the expressions of the people before her were all rather grim, she realized she might have said something wrong, and quickly waved her hands, trying to patch it up,

"No, no... I mean... I... have kissed Mr. Fischer... and Mr. Fischer is a West Continent person, isn’t she?"

Even Emhardt was impressed. It was as if something had possessed this girl Moli. Perhaps none of these words were intentional, but the damage they dealt was absolutely real, every blow striking right at a vital point, all true damage.

Looks like classmate Moli is a naturally gifted player...

Rafael’s tail behind her also twitched slightly. She looked at Moli’s lips, and even a faint trail of hot steam began to drift from her body, like a steam engine starting up.

Fasher and Kexier were furious as well. For the moment they didn’t care that the Moli before them was still the High Priest of the Dragon Court; they hurriedly opened their mouths to refute,

"Lady Moli, by your logic, if some West Continent person who has nothing to do with Fischer at all just happened to have a marriage contract with her, then she would belong to that woman? If that’s the case, we might as well send Fischer directly to that Nali Empress Elizabeth from the tabloid rumors."

Fasher and Kexier had indeed seen that newspaper reporting the scandal between Fischer and Elizabeth. Rafael had clearly been angry at the time, even tearing Elizabeth’s picture out of the paper.

It wasn’t until later, when Fasher and the others saw Elizabeth put Fischer on the wanted list, that they felt that news must have been gossip... But whether Moli or Rafael, both more or less knew about the connection between Fischer and Elizabeth.

Sure enough, when this name was mentioned, the expressions of both Rafael and Moli shifted slightly—especially Moli, because she had personally witnessed how terrifying that Elizabeth was, and her own aunt had...

Emhardt thought to himself, you two really are something—still dare to bring up Elizabeth. Are you afraid the fire isn’t burning hot enough?