The Wicked Female Is Wild and Scheming, Living in a Love Battlefield Every Day-Chapter 506 - 379: Finally Meeting

Mael Valerius chuckled softly, watching her slightly flushed profile, the corners of his mouth lifting in an amused arc, "Alright, I won’t tease you. I’ll watch you copy."

Indeed, he didn’t continue to tease her.

He sat quietly by her side, watching her seriously transcribe.

His arms were crossed over his chest, his dark golden eyes half-closed, revealing a trace of languor.

In the room, the only sounds were the faint scratching of the charcoal pen on animal hide paper, and the occasional crackling of the torch.

This is what tranquility must feel like.

Copying the "Comprehensive Guide to Basic Spells" was a meticulous task, requiring accurate translation of the strange text, detailed depiction of the complex hand gesture illustrations, and careful attention to avoid mistakes.

As time ticked away, the moonlight outside gradually thickened.

Until she let out a small yawn.

"Alright, that’s enough for today. The rest can be done tomorrow."

Without a word, Mael Valerius took the charcoal pen from her hand and lifted her up horizontally, gently placing her onto the bed.

With a wave of his hand, he extinguished the torch in the corner, leaving only the bright moonlight outside the window.

In the darkness, his kiss fell.

It carried a cautious cherishing and the tender longing of reunion, as if handling a rare treasure.

"Luna..."

His voice was hoarse, buried in her neck, "My Luna... has finally returned to my arms..."

Upon his chest, a small golden dragon mark reappeared, quietly coiled there.

It was the symbol of a mate bond.

Dazedly.

In Luna Sutton’s mind, she heard the system’s inquiry: "Ding, would the host like to rebind with Mael Valerius?"

"Yes."

She was momentarily stunned, but upon realizing it, she agreed without hesitation.

Due to past events, she had severed the bond with Mael Valerius, and now it was just a matter of rebinding.

"Ding, congratulations to the host, the rebind with Mael Valerius is successful, affection level has reached 100, unwavering until death. Host, this 100% affection is for you~ not the original host."

The system, speaking towards the end, especially reminded her, its voice filled with delight.

She was instantly stunned, remembering that during the last childbirth, she had secretly used the True Heart Mirror to see, at that time Mael Valerius’s love value for her was 95, while his obsession with the original host was 100%.

Now it seemed, Mael Valerius’s love value for her had increased to 100 at some point.

It’s just unclear who, between herself and the original host, is more important to him.

However, none of this mattered anymore.

It’s enough to know that Mael Valerius’s bond to the original host is obsession, not love.

The commotion in the master bedroom lasted until near dawn.

Around the morning time, Luna Sutton continued transcribing the "Comprehensive Guide to Basic Spells" in the room.

Suddenly, she heard Finn Arcanus calling from the courtyard, "Mad Dragon, Sister Cynthia, come out quickly, the Clan Leader has come in person, and he’s brought people."

Inside the room, Luna Sutton paused with the charcoal pen in her hand, a slightly indifferent expression.

So Horace Valerius really has come?

But knew he was there to see Solly and Auri.

Though somewhat reluctant, yet for Mael, and also for the two little dragon cubs.

She ultimately put down the pen and got up to leave the room.

Just in time to meet Mael Valerius coming out from the backyard, holding two little dragon cubs, one gold and one blue, coiled around his wrist like bracelets.

Evidently, he had also heard Finn Arcanus’s call.

Seeing her approaching, Mael Valerius said, "Luna, don’t worry, I’m here. Father is here... to see Auri and Solly."

Luna Sutton naturally understood and said nothing.

She just looked at Finn Arcanus coming in from the courtyard, "Where are they?"

Finn Arcanus stopped in front of her, glanced at Mael Valerius and the two dragon cubs around his wrist, then said, "In the reception hall, Chief is hosting them, he asked me to inform you to hurry over, and specifically instructed me to tell you to make sure to bring those two little things."

Saying that, he pointed to the two little dragons on Mael Valerius’s wrist, resembling bracelets, Sol Valerius and Aurelius Valerius.

Upon hearing this, she nodded and didn’t say anything, only taking the lead to walk out.

Seeing this, Mael Valerius hastened to follow.

...

The atmosphere in the reception hall was even more subtle.

Lyle Sutton sat in the main seat, a cordial smile on his face, but his heart was pounding.

The presence of these three "guests" was extraordinarily impressive.

Especially the one in the center, a middle-aged man in a dark beast robe. His demeanor was stern, and he bore a strong resemblance to Mael Valerius, making it clear at a glance that they were father and son.

He exuded an aura of authority that comes from long-term leadership, and every move he made conveyed nobility.

When his pair of golden eyes swept over, it was as if they carried a thousand pounds of force.

Even though Lyle Sutton was the leader of The Wolf Tribe and accustomed to dealing with various prominent figures, he still found it hard to breathe in front of this man, feeling immense pressure.

Especially with the other party revealing a strength that reached an alarming fifteenth tier.

He secretly took a deep breath; this was a level of power unattainable in his lifetime.

This was the most powerful and formidable Beastman he had ever encountered.

The only ones who might surpass this would be his seven sons-in-law.

Behind Horace Valerius stood two accompanying Black-armored Guard of The Dragon Clan, whose presence was equally intimidating.

"Ahem... Chief Sutton."

Horace Valerius spoke in a deep voice, carrying the authority of a seasoned leader, "I have come to visit my grandson. Where are they?"

He glanced around the hall, scrutinizing everything.

The entirety of The Wolf Tribe’s setting was naturally taken in, whether it was the peculiar blue brick buildings or the somewhat "crude" furnishings. While he found it somewhat novel, he didn’t think much of it.

The main issue was that the materials seemed too inferior in his eyes.

If these blue bricks were replaced with jade bricks, and the wooden tables with spirit wood tables, and these porcelain cups with jade cups, they might barely be presentable.

Though these were his thoughts, his face showed no sign of it, his eyes remaining calm, betraying no real emotions.

Just as Lyle Sutton was about to reply, footsteps were heard from the doorway.

The two men almost immediately turned towards the door.

They saw Luna Sutton entering the reception hall first.

Followed closely by Mael Valerius, a golden and a blue Young Dragon wrapped around his wrist, instantly capturing everyone’s attention.

Horace Valerius’s gaze almost immediately fixed on the two little dragons, his previously imposing face softening at once, filled with paternal love.

He recognized at a glance that they were the long-awaited bloodline of The Dragon Clan and his very own grandsons.

He instinctively stood up, but then restrained himself, coughing lightly, "Are these...my grandsons?"

Luna Sutton, not particularly fond of this old man, suddenly blurted out in annoyance: "No, I had them with a wild dragon."

Horace Valerius’s face instantly darkened like the bottom of a pot, a flash of anger crossing his golden eyes.

He hadn’t expected this impostor to be so unappreciative, daring to speak such nonsense before him.

Truly someone who couldn’t be taken seriously.

Mael Valerius silently sighed, knowing that Luna was still holding a grudge.

He glanced at his father’s unpleasant expression, feeling a sense of helplessness.

Lyle Sutton inwardly lamented, seeing the tension in the air, he quickly interceded to smooth things over: "Chief Hawthorne, please don’t take it to heart. My daughter has a straightforward nature and loves to joke around."

Hearing this, Horace Valerius’s expression slightly softened. 𝑓𝑟ℯ𝘦𝓌𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝑐ℴ𝓂

He glanced at Lyle Sutton, feeling a bit of sympathy deep down.

The man probably didn’t know that his beloved daughter was long gone, and the person before him was merely an impostor occupying her body.

But since he was here to see his grandsons, he couldn’t be bothered to argue with Luna Sutton, keeping his gaze fixed on the two little dragons.

Suddenly, the little golden dragon raised its tiny head and spat out a small jet of water at him.

It hit Horace Valerius right in the chest, soaking a large portion of his garment.

"Auri, that’s your grandfather."

Mael Valerius frowned and gently chastised; the little golden dragon immediately wilted and curled back onto his wrist.

Horace Valerius looked down at his wet chest, not only was he not angry, but he burst into hearty laughter, "Good lad, he’s got spirit."

His laughter was loud and clear, evidently very satisfied with this grandson.

If memory served, this little one was born less than two months ago and had already awakened his innate gifts, which was rather impressive.

Truly worthy of his lineage, his grandson.

If Luna Sutton knew what Horace Valerius was thinking, she would probably curse: Really knows how to make himself look good.

These two little creatures had obviously eaten the Spirit Dew from the Jianmu tree in her space, enhancing their intelligence and prematurely awakening their gifts.

Of course, Horace Valerius wouldn’t know these details.

Not only did Horace Valerius not know, but even Mael Valerius had no clue, because Luna Sutton never mentioned it.