I Agree!

Nighttime

Roel leaned against the back of his bed, gazing at the night sky through the window, his expression indifferent.

In the quiet atmosphere, with only the moonlight as his companion, Roel sensed a slight feeling of loneliness in his heart.

"Hah~" He released a small sigh and gently stroked the bandages on his chest.

As Freya had mentioned, these bandages were crafted from dragon essence and possessed properties that could temporarily suppress the poison in his body.

Consequently, the pain he experienced had also begun to diminish.

Even at this moment, he could sit comfortably and stand up if he wished.

Nevertheless, he found himself too lazy to test it, as his mind was saturated and muddled with indecision about whether to agree to Freya's offers from earlier that morning.

"I find myself quite perplexed about how to respond to Freya's offer—whether to accept or not." As he slowly reclined on the bed, Roel gazed up at the ceiling of his room, pondering the question with hesitation.

Numerous considerations flooded his mind before he arrived at a decision.

Indeed, his identity was exceptionally sensitive, and the potential consequences of being discovered with a personal relationship or even an absolute contract with Freya, the Black Dragon Lord of the Dragon Race, were unimaginable.

Especially the potential consequences if his decision were to cause harm to those closest to him.

Certainly, he was neither a holy Buddha nor a sanctimonious zealot who believed fervently that the human race stood above all else and considered anything other than the human race as inherently evil.

As an individual who had experienced two lifetimes, he had already observed numerous humans displaying cruelty surpassing that of demons and possessing a nature more vicious than dragons.

Therefore, in the war between races in this world, there was no clear delineation between good and evil—only the pursuit of profit.

His previous negative sentiments towards the dragon race were rooted in his identity as a member of the human race, a perspective he deemed natural.

However, his current paralyzed condition forced him to slowly acknowledge the naivety of clinging to his previous thoughts.

An opportunity presented itself for him to rise once more, and declining it might mean losing the chance to stand again in the future.

Revenge for Julius, the one who had brought about his downfall, and the prospect of reuniting with those he held dear seemed like nothing more than a distant dream if he were to decline.

Gently, he closed his eyes for a moment, only to open them again shortly after.

"Alright, I've made my decision!" Roel declared with determination, his golden eyes reflecting a renewed fighting spirit reminiscent of his days as an invincible genius.

Due to his paralyzed body, his fighting spirit and confidence have been shattered.

Fortunately, his life force remained intact, providing him the opportunity to reclaim his confidence!

"Knock!"

Abruptly, the soft knock heard on his room's door snapped Roel back to full awareness.

"Roen, may I come in?" Freya's soft and somewhat indifferent voice from behind the door indicated that the time had arrived for Roel to make his decision.

"Please, come in." Roel breathed deeply and responded with calmness.

In response to Roel's words, the door opened gradually, unveiling the extraordinary beauty of Freya in a loose, plain white dress.

She entered his field of vision, carrying a tray of food.

A faint blush adorned Roel's face as he couldn't help but be captivated by Freya in the plain white dress, radiating a unique and captivating beauty.

Especially with her snow-white hair, she appeared like a goddess stepping out of a painting.

However, his consciousness swiftly returned, and he organized his emotions with lightning speed.

Gracefully, Freya walked slowly toward him, studying his face, now tinted with a faint red hue, causing a hint of concern to flicker in her gaze.

"Um, Roel, are you still feeling unwell?" She placed the tray of food on the table and asked cautiously, her gaze focused on the bandage beneath his shirt.

"Cough! It's nothing. I'm fine, and the pain has somewhat lessened," Roel assured, shaking his head as he pretended to answer calmly.

It would be highly embarrassing if she discovered that he was captivated by her beauty, and he couldn't allow her to find out.

Soon, he cast a curious glance at the tray of food and inquired, "Is this meal for me?"

Freya nodded and responded, "Certainly, it's for you. Since you haven't eaten, I prepared it specifically with you in mind."

Afterward, she lifted the plate, filled with savory meat and delectable vegetables, emitting an aroma so enticing that his stomach rumbled involuntarily.

"Gulp~" Subconsciously, Roel swallowed his saliva, captivated by the enticing scent.

"Alright, let's open your mouth. Aaa~" Freya took the spoon and fed him, mimicking the morning routine, leaving Roel momentarily speechless.

Honestly, he was already capable of moving and even walking, so eating by himself was well within his abilities now.

Being fed like a child at the age of 25 was undeniably embarrassing, yet, upon witnessing Freya's beautiful face and considerate demeanor, Roel swiftly dismissed all his reservations.

'(Well, being fed by a goddess-like beauty isn't too shabby either,)' he shamelessly muttered to himself, promptly devouring the food on the spoon.

His eyes lit up as the rich, delicious flavors filled his mouth.

'(Damn, this woman's cooking is truly exceptional. I'm beginning to question her identity due to this skill.)' Roel sighed inwardly, finding it peculiar that Freya, a member of the dragon race, possessed such culinary prowess.

In the library books of Saint Heines Magic Academy, the dragon race he knew were depicted as beings who favored raw meat, making it quite unusual to witness Freya's culinary expertise.

Subsequently, Freya patiently continued to feed him, and Roel, being the recipient, savored his meal with contentment.

Ten minutes later, the tray was emptied of all its food, and Roel leaned back on the bed, a sense of relief washing over him.

"Thank you for dinner, Freya, and I apologize for disturbing you." Roel expressed his gratitude sincerely, his gaze fixed on Freya, seated at the end of his bed.

"You're welcome, and don't worry about it," Freya replied, shaking her head as if the gesture had not been a burden at all.

She then gazed at Roel gently and inquired, "By the way, how about my offer from this morning? Did you agree?"

Roel had anticipated this question, closing his eyes briefly before finally opening them.

"I agree."

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AN: Sorry for just uploading today because it was quite busy yesterday, and don't forget the support!