45 Surprisingly, Stormterror Dvalin is actually a dragon maiden

The Radiance of Thunder?

The Unwavering Strike?

Upon hearing Jams' roar, the Knights of Favonius exchanged puzzled looks.

"What kind of move is the Unwavering Strike?"

"I have no idea..."

One of the knights stroked his chin and speculated, "With such a cheesy line, it's probably borrowed from Inazuma, ya know?"

"Haha, we're in the middle of a fight with Stormterror, so quit goofing around and get to work! Hiyah, hiyah!"

The knights spoke in broken Inazuman language, laughing heartily and filling the entire battlefield with a lively atmosphere.

"These guys..."

Jean, the leader of the Knights, shook her head helplessly. She couldn't be bothered to maintain order anymore; her heart was completely focused on Jams.

Boom!

In Jams' hand, the silver greatsword reflected a dazzling light under the sunlight, like a judgment sword ablaze with the scorching flames of the sun, mercilessly cleaving towards Stormterror!

Boom!

The deafening explosion echoed throughout Mondstadt, and the violent gusts of wind caused Jams' clothes to flutter.

Ding, ding, ding!

In the blink of an eye, Jams had already exchanged hundreds of blows with Stormterror, sparks flying, and the terrifying momentum left the watching knights dumbfounded.

"That man can actually hold his own against Stormterror. Who on earth is he!?"

"We still have such an unparalleled powerhouse in Mondstadt. He's truly terrifying!"

"I think I've seen him somewhere. His name is Jams, and it seems he has a good relationship with our leader, Jean."

Some gossip-loving young knights immediately got excited. "Spread the word: Jean and that mysterious powerhouse are friends!"

"Spread the word: Jean is the girlfriend of that mysterious powerhouse!"

"Spread the word: Jean is the wife of that mysterious powerhouse...uh-oh!"

Jean kicked the messenger directly into the wall, causing them to sink into it.

"Silence."

Jean displayed her authority as the leader and coldly snorted, "While others are in a fierce battle, you're busy spreading rumors behind their backs. Where is your honor as knights!?"

"..."

Upon hearing Jean's reprimand, the knights' expressions instantly became serious, and they dared not utter another word of nonsense.

"Watch closely. Although Jams isn't a knight, his bravery is something we should all learn from."

"Yes!"

With Stormterror being held back by Jams, the knights refrained from using ranged weapons, fearing they might hit their comrades. They could only silently observe the battle on the ground.

Roar!

Stormterror, already in a frenzy due to certain reasons, grew more irritable the longer it was entangled with Jams.

It opened its enormous mouth and gathered a gust of Anemo energy, then fiercely spewed it towards Jams!

Boom!

The Anemo energy blast arrived before Jams in an instant, leaving no time for him to dodge, forcing him to withstand it head-on!

Jams' eyes sharpened, and he held his greatsword in front of him, emitting faint green mist from his body's surface!

This green mist was the manifestation of "Anemo Resistance."

After teaching Jean how to fish, he obtained a "teaching reward" of 100 points of Anemo Resistance. Later, he also benefited from "shearing some wool" from Venti, the Anemo Archon.

With his current Anemo Resistance, he could easily withstand this dragon's breath head-on!

The raging Anemo energy blast struck him, causing no substantial harm to Jams, but...

Hiss!

"Damn it, my clothes! You colorful dragon!"

Jams resisted the dragon's breath with a hint of pride, but soon felt a cold sensation underneath him. He looked down and his face turned pale.

While he had strong resistance to the wind element, his pajamas did not, resulting in an instant wardrobe malfunction!

Damn it, damn it, damn it!

This definitely exposed everything!

He had noticed earlier that Jean, the leader of the Knights of Favonius, and a group of sisters from the Church of the Four Winds were watching from below. After the wardrobe malfunction, he suddenly felt countless fiery gazes on him.

Even if he had thick skin, he couldn't handle this situation, especially since Jams suffered from social anxiety.

"..."

The dragon's breath from Stormterror not only caught Jams off guard but also silenced the onlookers below.

"Oh, in the name of the Anemo Archon, grant me eyes that have never seen such a sight!"

"Wow, this guy's got some serious assets. Is his 'tail' in front now!?"

"Cough, cough, cough..."

The inexperienced young nuns and sisters of the Church blushed and covered their faces shyly, but couldn't help but raise their heads to admire Jams' manly physique.

"Oh well."

Even the nonchalant Kaeya stared at Jams for a while, then silently put his eye patch back on, sighing, "Too dazzling, this man."

"Why does Jams always make the situation so unorthodox!"

Jean's beautiful face was also flushed, but as a mature lady and acting acting Grand Master of the Knights, she couldn't avert her gaze!

"As the Acting Grand Master of the Knights of Favonius, Lion of the South Wind, and a member of the Gunnhildr Clan, I've seen it all..."

"Yum, which girl can resist this?"

Well, even Jean was feeling shy.

She had never witnessed such a scene before, an absolutely "grand" scene!

"Jean!"

While dealing with Stormterror's attacks, Jams shouted loudly towards Jean below.

"Uh..."

Looking around, Jean felt awkward. At this moment, she really wanted to pretend not to know the exhibitionist jumping around on the rooftop.

But out of fondness for Jams, she resisted the pressure and shouted loudly, "I'm here!"

"Get me some sturdy pants, quickly!"

Jams looked frustrated.

He didn't know if Stormterror was doing it on purpose, but it started attacking his... private parts, putting him in a very passive position.

"Keep it up!"

Soon, Jean used the power of the wind element to teleport a sturdy battle skirt next to Jams.

Jams quickly put on the equipment and breathed a sigh of relief, feeling secure!

He looked at Stormterror again, his eyes icy.

"You insolent dragon, since you just relentlessly attacked me, don't blame me for being ruthless. Take this, my deadly chicken strike!"

Boom!

With the battle skirt on, Jams turned the tables and turned his hatred into power, breaking through Stormterror's defense lines, ready to let the dragon taste the power of his deadly chicken strike.

But Jams soon discovered that Stormterror, Dvalin, had nothing underneath except smooth, silvery dragon scales.

The scales looked soft, but in reality, they were a hundred times harder than steel!

"Could it be... a female dragon?"

Jams recalled the information about Stormterror, Dvalin's gender. There didn't seem to be a clear answer, and most speculations leaned towards it being female.

Alright, brothers, no need to guess anymore. After my verification, it's a female. I wonder if she can transform into a dragon girl or something like that...

Boom!

A touch of embarrassment appeared in Stormterror's eyes as its long tail, swift as lightning, sent Jams flying and created a large pit on the ground.

"Cough cough cough... Attacking me when I'm not paying attention... No sportsmanship!"

"Roar!"

Hearing Jams' spirited cursing, Stormterror's eyes revealed a hint of fear. After circling in the air for a moment, it suddenly flapped its wings and turned to leave.

"Stormterror... has retreated?"

The Knights of Favonius were initially stunned, but then they raised their swords in excitement and shouted.

"Stormterror has been repelled! Mondstadt is safe! Praise the Anemo Archon!"

The residents who had been hiding in corners also emerged, cheering loudly in the direction where Stormterror disappeared!

"Jams, are you alright?"

Jean was the first to jump into the pit and hold Jams in her arms, her eyes filled with admonishment and concern. "Why are you so impulsive? If you had fought with us, you wouldn't have gotten hurt like this!"

Although Jams didn't suffer any serious injuries, Jean could sense his weakened spirit and saw a hint of dullness in his eyes.

"Heh, help me up. Watch me teach her a lesson about being a dragon..."

"No need for heroics. Stormterror has been repelled, and we don't need to fight for now."

Jean reached out and pinched the soft flesh around Jams' waist, her eyes slightly reddening.

In her view, Jams was a resident of Mondstadt, and letting the residents fight and get injured like this was a failure on her part as the Acting Grand Master of the Knights. She felt both guilty and heartbroken.

"I'm not being heroic. I f*cking... My house was destroyed by Stormterror. If I don't beat her up, I won't be able to calm down!"

Jams lightly patted Jean's hand on his back. "I can't move right now, so please carry me out of here."

"Carry you out now?"

Jean was slightly taken aback, her voice filled with doubt. "But you're the hero of Mondstadt now..."

"Forget it. I don't want to be the hero of these people. Whoever wants to be, let them be. I just want to be held by the big sister!"

Jams proactively embraced Jean's neck, blinked his eyes, and made a pleading expression, as if asking for a hug.

Chuckle~

Jean chuckled softly and easily lifted Jams in her arms, quietly walking away from the crowd.

Away from the noisy crowd, Jean suddenly lowered her head and whispered in Jams' ear, "Jams, you're my hero~"