Chapter 147: Villain Simulator, Ch 146

Chapter 147: Villain Simulator, Ch 146Lucas gave Jean a thumbs-up, a wide grin on his face. "Well said! As expected of Acting Grand Master Jean! Count me in for the Stormterror campaign—I'm here to help!"

"That won't do," Jean said, shaking her head immediately. "This operation will be extremely dangerous. I can't drag you into this."

It was true. Lucas wasn't a member of the Knights of Favonius, nor was he even a Mondstadt citizen. He had no obligation to take part in this risky endeavor.

"Come on, saying things like that now feels way too formal," Lucas replied with a laugh. "Aren't we family?" S~eaʀᴄh the nôᴠel Fire.nёt website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

"Fa... family?" Jean stammered, her face suddenly tinged with pink. "Is... is that how you see it?"

What now?

Could this be... a confession?

While Jean did have a soft spot for Lucas, it felt too sudden to confirm anything after just a few days of knowing each other.

"Of course," Lucas said matter-of-factly. "You're Klee's guardian, and I'm Klee's dad. Doesn't that make us like one big family?"

"I... I see," Jean murmured, her gaze dropping slightly, a faint hint of disappointment flickering in her eyes. "In that case, I won't stand on ceremony. With your help, our chances of defeating Stormterror will definitely improve."

"I'll do my best," Lucas promised. "When are we setting out?"

"Though it goes against the knightly code to strike a wounded foe, now that Stormterror has been injured, this is the best opportunity to act," Jean said, her brows furrowing slightly. "We should set off tomorrow."

Their target was the Tower, Stormterror's lair, located in Old Mondstadt—the once-thriving city ruled by the tyrant Decarabian, the Lord of the Tower.

Roughly 2,600 years ago, the people of Old Mondstadt rose in rebellion under the banner of the Windblume. Overwhelmed by their fury, Decarabian perished in the Tower.

And now, Mondstadt's warriors would launch another assault on that historic stronghold.

After finalizing their plans, Lucas and Jean parted ways.

However, Lucas didn't return to his quarters. Instead, he entered his Serenitea Pot.

"Come forth, Blue-Eyes White Dragon."

Answering his call, the Blue-Eyes White Dragon, still bearing the scars from its earlier battle, materialized before him.

The majestic creature seemed genuinely pleased to see its master again, nuzzling its enormous head against Lucas's body affectionately.

"You've done well," Lucas said, his voice filled with both pride and concern as he examined the wounds on the dragon's gleaming scales. "Let's get you healed up."

Before them lay a spacious hot spring.

Under Raiden Mai's management, the facilities in the dimension had become increasingly complete. The hot spring, one of her contributions, was not only perfect for relaxation but also had potent healing properties.

The Blue-Eyes White Dragon seemed to understand Lucas's intentions. It stepped into the spring, immersing its massive frame in the soothing waters and letting out a low, contented rumble.

"You've earned a break," Lucas said, relieved to see the dragon begin to recover. "Rest well here."

As he turned to leave, the dragon gently blocked his path with its wing, nudging him toward the spring's edge.

"Wait... You're saying I should join you?" Lucas asked, catching on.

The dragon nodded its great head.

"Alright, I guess I could use a little relaxation too," Lucas said, chuckling. Without hesitation, he removed his clothing and stepped into the hot spring, leaning against the dragon's side. The warmth of the water and the presence of his faithful companion lulled him into a deep and peaceful sleep.

Meanwhile, at the Goth Grand Hotel, in the Doctor's Room

"So, you've heard the news too, I assume?" The Doctor toyed with the chess pieces on the board before her, her voice tinged with amusement. "That little Acting Grand Master of the Knights of Favonius is actually planning to hunt down Stormterror."

"And so what if she is?" Signora said, arching a brow. "Did you summon me here just to gossip?"

"There's an old Liyue saying: 'When the sandpiper and the clam fight, the fisherman profits,'" the Doctor said, picking up two chess pieces and clashing them together gently. "If the Knights of Favonius suffer heavy losses or are completely wiped out in this campaign, Mondstadt will be left leaderless—a prime opportunity for Snezhnaya to infiltrate."

"And if they aren't wiped out?" Signora countered, unimpressed. "You seem to underestimate those Mondstadt fools. Stormterror is strong, but it may not be enough to finish them off."

"Which is why we'll lend a little... assistance," the Doctor said with a sinister smile, crushing the two chess pieces in her hand. The fragments trickled through her fingers. "Even if they succeed, they'll be severely weakened. With your power, eliminating the remnants would be child's play."

"I refuse," Signora said coldly. "I'm not interested in such underhanded schemes. And besides, I only follow orders from Her Majesty the Tsaritsa—you have no authority to command me."

"Such ingratitude. I'm offering you a prime opportunity to earn merit," the Doctor replied with a shrug, as if expecting her refusal. "Oh well, I suppose I'll have to send someone else."

"Someone else?" Signora sneered. "You mean Scaramouche? She's already left Mondstadt, hasn't she? Even if she were here, she wouldn't take orders from you."

"I wasn't planning to use her," the Doctor said, her smirk widening. "After all, she still requires some fine-tuning as an experiment." She clapped her hands. "Come out, my masterpiece."

From the shadows of the room emerged a young girl with jet-black hair and reptilian slit-pupil eyes. She wore a custom combat suit, and though the lower half of her face was concealed by a metallic mask, her beauty was unmistakable. Two black horns jutted from her head, and the oppressive aura she exuded was enough to make anyone uneasy.

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Signora instinctively took a step back. "What... is that?"

"No need to be alarmed. She's quite obedient," the Doctor said, draping an arm around the girl's shoulders, a delighted gleam in her eyes. "Remember the dragon that attacked Crepus four years ago?"

Crepus Ragnvindr, the former master of Dawn Winery and Diluc's father, had sacrificed himself to repel a monstrous dragon using the power of a Delusion. Though the dragon was driven off, Crepus had succumbed to the Delusion's backlash.

"The demon dragon Ursa?" Signora said, realization dawning. "Didn't Crepus heavily injure it back then?"

"Indeed," the Doctor replied smugly. "I found her and spent four years transforming her into my ultimate weapon. Since you won't act, she will."

"You're insane," Signora said, turning to leave. "Do what you want. Just don't let this spiral out of control."

"Relax. I always handle things with the utmost precision," the Doctor said, her smile widening as she watched her go. Turning to the girl, she gently patted her cheek. "Through you, I'll prove that among all the 'segments,' I am the most perfect."

In the Teapot Dimension

Lucas awoke slowly, feeling incredibly refreshed. As he stirred, he realized he was resting on something incredibly soft. The comfort was so overwhelming that it had lulled him into a dreamless slumber.

A silver braid brushed against his neck, snapping him to attention. Turning his head, he found himself leaning against the ample chest of a voluptuous silver-haired woman sitting behind him, her arms draped around his torso.

The "pillow" he had been resting on needed no further explanation.

So this was a dream, after all...

"Master... are you awake?" the silver-haired woman whispered into his ear, her breath warm. "Or would you like to rest a little longer?"

"Eh?"

Lucas blinked in surprise as the realization hit him—this wasn't a dream. He scrambled to his feet, staring at the silver-haired woman before him in shock. "Who... who are you?"

"My name is Kisara," she said softly, her cerulean eyes glimmering as she smiled. "I am the vessel of the Blue-Eyes White Dragon."

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"You're... the Blue-Eyes White Dragon?" Lucas asked, finally noticing the faint scars on her body—matching those his dragon had sustained in the earlier battle.

"In a broad sense, yes," Kisara replied with a nod. "More accurately, the Blue-Eyes White Dragon is my primordial soul."

To prove her point, Kisara concentrated briefly, and a shimmering image of the majestic silver dragon appeared behind her.

Well, if a demon dragon like Ursa could take the form of a beautiful girl, it wasn't exactly far-fetched for the Blue-Eyes White Dragon to do the same.

Though startled initially, Lucas quickly accepted the situation. After all, he'd encountered far stranger things on his journey.

"Honestly, that's fine," Lucas said, scratching the back of his head. "If it gets too lonely inside the card, feel free to stay here and live with us."

"Just as I thought..." Kisara's voice softened, her gaze warm. "Master truly is a kind person."

Kind?

Lucas had always considered himself a pushover—a bit of a soft-hearted "yasashii" type. But the fact that he could still retain his goodness after experiencing so many cruel and twisted lives? That was nothing short of extraordinary.

"Even if you say that," Lucas replied, waving her off, "I won't hesitate to summon you to battle if needed."

"To serve you in battle is my greatest honor," Kisara said firmly, then hesitated. "But I'd prefer not to fight the emerald dragon. I can hear her cries of anguish. If possible, I hope you can save her."

Ah, so it was a case of girl-help-girl or perhaps dragon-help-dragon.

As expected from the storyline, Stormterror—once known as Dvalin—had been driven mad due to Durin's corrupted blood. Kisara's empathy likely stemmed from their shared draconic heritage.

"If I can, I'll try to restore her sanity," Lucas promised. "If you don't wish to fight her, I won't force you. Besides, your injuries won't heal that quickly, right?"

"There is a method to heal an Apostle's wounds swiftly," Kisara said, her cheeks reddening slightly. "But... it would require a bit of effort from you, Master."

"Effort?" Lucas clapped a hand to his chest with a confident grin. "Come on, there's no need to be polite! If it'll help you recover faster, I'm all in."

After all, her injuries were a result of aiding him in battle.

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Author's Note: Sorry for late Chapter I was out somewhere... Also worry not, we'll torture doctor together ??