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A wonderful battle indeed. When experts clash with each other, it's truly an extraordinary experience.

When Mr. Cyclone opened his eyes, he found himself lying in the arms of Little Dragon.

"What happened?"

Little Dragon greeted Mr. Cyclone gently as he woke up.

"Experts...," Mr. Cyclone immediately recalled the fierce battle from the previous night.

"Why did you come back drunk last night?"

Little Dragon rarely worried, not about why Mr. Cyclone was drinking, but why he got drunk.

Her husband was a special person, not in a demonic sense, but in his peculiar display of a lavish lifestyle.

Throughout the years, aside from guests visiting or special occasions, Mr. Cyclone rarely drank.

Even if he did, Mr. Cyclone was a master at holding his liquor.

In Little Dragon's eyes, it was probably due to his upbringing in a farmer's family and his young age. Mr. Cyclone wasn't good at drinking and didn't appreciate the taste of alcohol.

But last night, he came back intoxicated.

"That bastard Casca actually wanted me to dig graves... Heh, luckily, I'm smart. Want to study the human body? I took him to the red-light district and let the ladies there squeeze him dry," Mr. Cyclone mumbled as he drunkenly spoke, and at the same time, Little Dragon gently brushed her husband's back.

Clearly, he went to spend time with women, but Little Dragon was not angry.

She understood her husband; he would never lay a hand on any other woman except for those whom he genuinely cared about.

Although it seemed far-fetched, it was the truth.

Despite the beautiful and lovely maids in the mansion, the young girls on the streets who worshipped Allen as a hero, and even the noble young ladies who visited, Mr. Cyclone never made advances towards them.

Last night, Mr. Cyclone came back from the red-light district, but there was no scent of any other woman on him.

Little Dragon already knew this, but she still pretended not to know and asked, "Then it's strange. You went to the red-light district, yet there's no scent of other women on you?"

The mighty Auron could smell it in an instant.

"Little Dragon, what do you think I am? Would I go to bed with any woman just because I'm a man?"

"Oh, really?" Little Dragon smiled and asked back.

"Tsk! If she's not my wife, I wouldn't sleep with her... I adore you, Little Dragon~♡"

"Mmm~♡"

Holding Mr. Cyclone, who was acting cute, Little Dragon continued to brush his back. At the same time, she glanced at Eileen.

The evidence that Mr. Cyclone didn't fool around in the red-light district last night was now present in Eileen's current state.

She was covered in white salad dressing, real salad dressing, although it contained other ingredients as well.

Eileen, who had been taken to heaven over thirty times, had already fainted from exhaustion by late evening.

Drunk Mr. Cyclone was terrifying, and Little Dragon had witnessed it last night. Even when Eileen cried out in pain on the battlefield, despite passing out, Mr. Cyclone didn't stop.

Eileen lay beside them, completely surrounded by Mr. Cyclone's power.

Little Dragon picked up one of Mr. Cyclone's fingers and played with it while speaking to herself.

"To be honest, I also want to... be like Eileen last night... Mmm~♡"

Mr. Cyclone didn't wake up until after noon.

By then, Eileen had already awakened and was hiding behind Little Dragon as she looked at Mr. Cyclone.

Although she didn't know what had happened, Mr. Cyclone still listened to Joshua's report.

"At noon, Lord Daniel came."

"Cut!"

"He left this address."

Mr. Cyclone took a piece of paper from Joshua's hand.

"Mr. Cyclone, as expected of Mr. Cyclone, my friend Cassia has come up with an improved version of what you did yesterday."

Joshua repeated what Daniel had said.

"But somehow, he kept locking himself in. Even though the maid called him, he yelled not to come anymore. Although coming up with an improvement method is a good thing, I feel a little embarrassed about it."

Upon hearing this, Mr. Cyclone's sweat began to flow again.

"It takes one to undo what has been done. If Mr. Cyclone has some time, please visit his place."

"Well... I already have a rough idea, but... I won't go~"

Ignoring Mr. Cyclone's smirk, Joshua continued.

"Also, a little kid came by, saying he was sent by Miss Lilac."

"..."

Changing from a smirk to seriousness, Mr. Cyclone listened carefully.

"We have found what the adult wanted."

"Oh~ Allen, the number one prostitute, impressive~"

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