Absolute Cheater-Chapter 215: Dragons XIII

Sylva stepped closer to Asher, her golden eyes gleaming with determination. "I won't force you," she said. "But I am patient. I'll wait as long as it takes for you to realize that I'm the best mate you could ever have."

Asher sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. "This is insane."

Serena, who had been watching with her arms crossed, smirked. "Well, looks like you've got another dragon problem, Asher. First, Cua's mother, and now this one."

Amara chuckled. "You say 'problem,' but this is an honor. Dragons do not choose their mates lightly. It means he has exceptional qualities."

"I don't want to be anyone's mate!" Asher snapped.

Sylva only smiled. "Like I said, I'll wait."

Cua, who had been watching from a distance, grinned mischievously. "Father, you're really popular with dragon ladies, huh?"

Asher shot him a glare. "Not. Another. Word."

Cua just laughed, while Serena shook her head in amusement.

Amara clapped her hands again, causing the orbs of magic to disappear. "Very well. The decision is not immediate. But remember, Asher Magnus, you are now marked by my daughter's choice. One day, you will answer it."

With that, she turned and walked away, her presence as overwhelming as ever.

Sylva leaned in one last time and whispered, "See you soon, mate."

Asher groaned. "Why me?"

Serena patted his shoulder with a smirk. "Because fate likes to mess with you, obviously."

Amara reached the quarters as Sylva asked, "Did you mean it when you said you wanted Asher as your partner?"

Amara nodded. "Yeah. You know how I felt when I was with your father—I loved him, and I had you. But after that, he turned out to be weak, so I killed him."

Sylva remained quiet as Amara continued, "The power you inherited comes from me, not your useless father. But I do regret not having a good mate for the rest of my life… I miss the mating~~~" She covered her face dramatically.

Sylva sighed. "Then isn't it great that I chose Asher as my mate? You can have another chance through me."

"Of course!" Amara smirked. "Once you have him, we must make sure to keep him close. Strong mates like that don't come often."

Meanwhile, Asher sat in his quarters, rubbing his temples.

Serena leaned against the wall, arms crossed. "You look like a man who just realized he stepped into a dragon's den… literally."

Asher groaned. "More like I've been sold into one."

Cua, now lounging on a golden chair, laughed. "Father, you should be honored! Mother and now Sylva—such powerful women are after you!"

Asher shot him a glare. "You call that an honor? That's a death sentence."

Cua shrugged. "Eh, depends on perspective."

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Before Asher could retort, the door slammed open. Sylva strode in confidently, her piercing eyes locked onto him. "I hope you've prepared yourself, Asher. Because I won't take no for an answer."

Asher let out a long sigh. "Of course you won't…"

Asher sighed, rubbing his temples again. "What have I gotten myself into?"

Sylva grinned, resting comfortably on his lap. "Into a perfect arrangement, obviously." She leaned in closer, her warm breath brushing against his ear. "So, my dear husband, do you want to make it official now?"

Asher stiffened. "You can either get off me willingly, or I'll throw you off," he said, voice dangerously calm.

Sylva pouted but didn't move. "You humans are so shy. Mother told me this might happen, but I thought you'd be different."

Cua, watching from the side, was barely holding in his laughter. "Father, just give up. You're surrounded."

Serena rolled her eyes. "This is actually painful to watch."

Asher sighed, running a hand through his hair. "Fine. Just… don't smother me."

Sylva beamed, finally hopping off his lap—though she stayed annoyingly close. "Oh, don't worry, hubby. I'll give you some space. Just not too much."

Asher groaned. "This year really is going to be long…"

Few months passed as Sylva continued to cling to Asher. Despite his resistance, she remained annoyingly persistent. Meanwhile, many dragons challenged Asher, hoping to gain Sylva's attention, only to be mercilessly beaten down. His overwhelming strength soon led to every dragon in the academy fearing him, which caught the attention of the higher-ups.

One day, a dragon stepped forward, his scales a dark shade of crimson. His eyes burned with rage as he clenched his fist. He was the father of a dragon Asher had beaten to a pulp.

"Are we supposed to let a human run amok in our academy?" he demanded, his voice booming through the hall. Murmurs spread among the gathered dragons.

Before anyone could respond, a small figure stepped forward. The Dean of the academy—a little girl, appearing no older than eight or nine—raised her hand. Despite her childlike appearance, the dragons fell silent, their eyes filled with respect and a hint of fear.

She turned her gaze toward Asher and then to the enraged dragon. "You seek justice?" she asked, her voice calm yet commanding.

The father dragon growled. "Yes. This human disrespects our kind, humiliates us. He must be punished!"

The Dean remained silent for a moment, then sighed. "Then let justice be served."

Tension thickened in the air as the dragons braced themselves.

Sylva smirked, whispering into Asher's ear, "They have no idea what they're in for."

The Dean slowly lifted her gaze. "By the Dragon's laws, might determines right. If you seek retribution, then defeat him in combat."

"Also, since the power gap is very big, either you send a representative of his rank, or Asher, you send someone of Elder rank," the Dean declared, her tone final. "What will it be?"

Asher smirked. "I can ask the Dragon Queen to—"

Before he could finish, the enraged dragon who had been demanding justice suddenly stepped back, lowering his head. His once fiery rage had completely vanished.

"I... I accept defeat," he muttered.

The entire arena fell into stunned silence.

The Dean nodded. "That settles it, then." She turned to leave, signaling the end of the matter.

Asher, however, just stood there, blinking in confusion. "Ehh?"