Chapter 21: Picking Up the Remains

Her fair, plump body resembled that of a newborn infant, with skin as smooth and translucent as cream. A faint mist surrounded her body—not the icy fog carrying a sense of coldness, but a genuine mist emanating from a fiery physique. Her sea-blue long hair was scattered over her neck and shoulders, yet it could not conceal the large, full breasts. For the first time, Komer saw so vividly a woman’s most alluring feature. It wasn’t that Tracy and Lomi lacked such beauty before, but compared to the fullness of this naked woman’s breasts, Tracy and Lomi’s could only be described as petite.

The protruding breasts resembled two loaves of risen white bread, towering high. The pinkish-red nipples, like touches of color in a painting, instantly endowed this snow-white body with endless charm. The entire body radiated a breathtakingly seductive aura. Observing it up close, one could only hold their breath, fearing that their own breath might defile this perfect body. The prominent navel at her waist sank deeply, contrasting nicely with her smooth, flawless legs. This temptation was enough to counteract the pressure exerted by the body’s apparent purity, leaving one in a state of irresistible torment.

Komer’s temples throbbed as he quietly circled the sleeping naked woman silently, once around, to confirm her identity. To be sure, he had to risk pushing aside her arm, as smooth as lotus stem, and examine the area beneath her waist. Indeed, it was the Ice Dragon. Though the wound there had healed on its own, a faint trace of fresh red showed that this area had recently suffered severe damage—damage caused by Stari’s sword energy.

Her arm wasn’t as cold as Komer had imagined; instead, it had a comfortable warmth mixed with a slight chill. It seemed that ambergris had indeed harmed the Ice Dragon. She had rushed here before hiding to enter a state of dormancy. Komer could even clearly smell the scent of ambergris in the mist emanating from her body. It appeared that the Ice Dragon was using dormancy to counteract the effects of the ambergris.

Crouching quietly, Komer’s eyes were only three feet away from this body. Though the transformed ice dragon retained feminine features, its stature was exceptionally tall and striking. Komer estimated this body was at least a little taller than his own. Seeing those plump, rounded buttocks and the pink, jade-like crevice between them, Komer couldn’t help but sigh inwardly. It would be perfect if such buttocks belonged to Lomi or Grace. If he couldn’t fall asleep every night holding these round curves, it would be a waste. Unfortunately, this was a dragon—though a true female dragon, she was still a dragon, and he didn’t want to test the power of a dragon’s strength. Getting sucked dry by accident would mean no one could help him.

Struggling to control his turbulent emotions, Komer tried to view the body lying at his feet as an ice dragon rather than a naked woman. This underage ice dragon must have been injured by Stari’s sword energy and then soaked in ambergris, resulting in this state. Komer wasn’t sure how long ambergris could keep this ice dragon asleep, but judging by its condition, it wouldn’t wake up anytime soon. What should he do with this dragon?

Kill her and take the treasures from her body? That would be boring. Using violent methods against a dragon you can do whatever you want only proves your incompetence and cowardice. Then, subdue her? Easier said than done. Dragons aren’t humans; spiritual magic couldn’t possibly erase her memories, and their unyielding nature was beyond even the strongest humans. Subduing her was extremely difficult, let alone making her submit to him. Komer couldn’t recall any such precedent.

Komer tried hard to find a viable solution in King Canifer III’s memories. The term “soul spell” gradually emerged from King Canifer III’s memory vault. It was a hybrid magic combining spellcraft and spiritual magic, though still an incomplete study. From King Canifer III’s memories, there seemed to be only fragmented accounts, with too many vague guesses and speculative terms, making Komer think it was more like an unsuccessful experiment. King Canifer III seemed to have experimented on a hybrid demon ape, but there were no records of the results in his memories. Komer didn’t dare take it lightly—dragons weren’t magical beasts. If there was a backlash, he might not even have a chance to resist.

Dark imprisonment magic might temporarily restrict her powers, but the wisdom of dragons cannot be underestimated. Such dark magic might work for a while, but dragons can easily use their intelligence to find a way to overcome it. Once she breaks free from the imprisonment, who will be able to subdue her?
Komer couldn’t help but sigh. He really felt reluctant to order the killing of a dragon and thought it was a great shame. An ice dragon in human form could undoubtedly be an unimaginably powerful asset if used for one’s own purposes. But how could that be achieved? Komer racked his brains for a long time without coming up with any solution.
In the distance, Rebrí’s magical summons could already be heard, and Sorenberg’s soaring combat energy was faintly visible. Haireding wasn’t slow either; they had arrived so quickly, seemingly believing they might be facing some great danger, yet they never expected to encounter such a tricky situation.
After some thought, Komer decided to take care of this troublesome beauty first. He summoned his Dimensional Bag, which floated upward and slowly sucked in the still-asleep naked woman. Inside this dimensional bag, she wouldn’t pose a threat to Komer for now, but what would happen once the ice dragon woke up? Komer wasn’t sure either.
As soon as Rebrí entered this area, he smelled a familiar dragon breath. Yet this lord acted as if nothing had happened, claiming it was just an illusion caused by his senses. His series of apologies failed to dispel Rebrí and Sorenberg’s suspicions. Since Komer seemed unwilling to explain further, the two had no choice but to return in frustration. Sorenberg might be fooled, but Rebrí wasn’t that easy to deceive. The dragon breath didn’t disappear as they left the area but followed them back to the Marta, further deepening Rebrí’s doubts.