Hearing Philomona's words, Maggie controlled her twitching lips and respectfully made her promise.
"Don't worry, I will definitely try my best to live."
She even bowed to Philomona. Although she didn't know exactly what Archangel El wanted from her, the fact that the succubus was willing to show up and help her solve the problem was a favor in itself.
It's clear that Philomona's biggest worry is that her death will implicate Roy, so the only guarantee Maggie can make is... to live well.
"Not bad, not bad, very conscientious."
Perhaps Philomona was satisfied with Maggie's attitude, because she nodded and patted Maggie on the shoulder, giving her a 'you're teachable' look.
"Alright, now that the annoying angel is gone, I have no reason to stay any longer. I need to continue searching for my next prey; it's been too long since I've had a proper meal."
As Philomona spoke, a hint of lust, or perhaps appetite, flickered in her eyes before she vanished from Maggie's sight.
After the succubus left, Maggie's surroundings returned to normal, and she realized that she had somehow ended up in front of Ficklin's treehouse.
Ficklin was lazily sprawled on the table made of wooden stakes when he saw Maggie suddenly appear. His drowsy expression instantly jolted him awake, and he sat up abruptly, looking at Maggie with curiosity.
After noticing that Maggie's mood was a bit off, he thoughtfully expressed his concern.
"What's wrong? You seem down. Do you want me to take you for a spin?"
He wondered if Maggie was in the same situation as him, perhaps bored in the Green Forest, which was why she looked so depressed.
Ficklin has been really bored these past few days.
On his first day there, he hovered and flew over the forest, only to be shot down by the elven elders with a dark expression and magic.
He initially wanted to get angry, but seeing the elves' hostile gazes, he eventually admitted his mistake honestly. The main reason was that the enemy outnumbered him, and not admitting his mistake could easily lead to his immediate death.
Although there is no no-fly rule in the Green Forest, he is still a dragon. If he suddenly charges towards the Elf Mother Tree, it would be a dangerous threat, and it is normal for the elves to be angry.
Fortunately, Ficklin was tough and resilient; the two magical attacks were just minor injuries that healed quickly.
Then... he was forbidden to move around alone in the Green Forest. Maggie and Nesser couldn't care less about him, and Harlan and Perkin didn't know him well either. When no one was around, he had to stay by himself, which was making the kids feel really bored.
"nothing."
Maggie shook her head. It was best to say less to the husky. Heaven knows how complicated her feelings were when she received the news that Ficklin had been mistaken for an attacker and almost killed by the elves.
"Sigh, can I participate in that Forest Spirit Seat Competition? It's so boring just sitting here."
Ficklin lay back down, his voice half-dead, clearly indicating that he genuinely wanted to find something to do.
"Of course not, you're not an elf..."
Maggie was speechless.
Ficklin pursed his lips, gave a disappointed "Oh," and looked somewhat disdainful.
Judging from his expression, Maggie was probably thinking something like, "He must be much stronger than the elves, that's why they don't dare let him participate."
Dragons have rather peculiar thought processes, though some are quite intelligent.
"I'm fine, I'll head back now."
Maggie had gotten lost and ended up here, and now her mind was a bit cluttered and confused. Rather than chatting with Ficklin, she wanted to go back to the quiet treehouse and sort out what had just happened.
But as soon as she turned around, her vision suddenly blurred, she lost her balance, and fell backward.
It felt very similar to low blood sugar; for a moment, she seemed to lose consciousness. When she regained her senses, she felt a burning sensation on her back.
She subconsciously looked up and happened to see Ficklin's sharply defined jawline.
So now she was leaning against Ficklin's bare chest, and through the thin fabric of his saint's robes, she could even feel Ficklin's well-defined abdominal muscles.
That's right, this dragon doesn't like wearing clothes. If it weren't for concerns about indecent exposure, he probably wouldn't even wear pants.
Every time Maggie asked him why, Ficklin would confidently tell her, "Dragons don't need to wear clothes. We hate feeling bound and wrapped up."
So much so that Maggie had to give up on the idea of getting him to put on a shirt.
"?!"
Maggie instinctively tried to dodge, but after taking two steps forward, she couldn't move. Looking down, she saw Ficklin's arm around her waist.
"You said you were fine, but you're about to faint!"
Ficklin was still grumbling, complaining about what Maggie had just said to him.
He didn't even sense Maggie's slightest struggle. His strength was far greater than that of an ordinary human, and even more so compared to a physically weak magician like Maggie.
In other words, if Maggie doesn't struggle desperately, he can barely feel her strength.
He instinctively caught Maggie with his body, wrapping his arms around her waist, simply to help her steady herself, without any other frivolous or romantic thoughts.
but......
It's so soft.
He thought about it unconsciously.
Ficklin is, after all, a dragon. Even in human form, his physical strength is many times greater than that of a human, and his muscles are much harder. Compared to Maggie's soft waist and abdomen, it's like the difference between steel and cotton.
"Let...let me go."
Maggie stood stiffly, her voice barely audible; she was incredibly embarrassed.
"oh oh."
Of course, Ficklin wouldn't refuse Maggie's request. The moment he heard it, he obediently let go of her hand. When Maggie turned around, he was looking at her with an innocent expression.
Thank you.
Maggie awkwardly thanked her.
She knew Ficklin meant well and definitely didn't mean it, but being hugged tightly by the man and having such intimate contact made her feel uncomfortable.
"It's okay, it's okay, but you really need to eat more. You're so thin, I feel like I could strangle you with one hand. If I accidentally kill you, that would be a real problem."
As Ficklin spoke, he looked somewhat troubled, seemingly genuinely worried about Maggie's thinness.
"....good."
Maggie took a deep breath, forcing herself not to lose her temper, and agreed.
Sometimes she really wanted to pry open Ficklin's head to see what he was thinking. How could he dare to say such dangerous things? Wasn't he afraid she would kill him in the middle of the night?
After all, no one wants to have a potential threat around them.
"But you're so soft, like the little rabbit my black dragon friend keeps."
Ficklin looked at Maggie with genuine admiration.
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