Before heading for the central district, I told Lanxia to pull back her Dragon Aura, like shuttering a storm behind closed doors.
Moonhundred City's heart isn't the common quarter; it's a hive of nobles and powerhouses, with the imperial family brooding there like a high mountain.
Letting Lanxia keep radiating would backfire, like waving blood in water.
To us, the Ice Rock Empire is a paper wall; I still hate ruining a vacation mood, like rain on a festival.
Nalu agreed, calm as moonlight on water, while Lanxia grumbled about "ant-like humans bringing trouble."
The central district was dazzling; silk-clad nobles flowed by, and carriages glittered like lacquered beetles.
The buildings, unlike the common quarter, breathed expensive air, gold and jade blazing like noon suns, a touch gaudy.
Entertainment venues were everywhere, like lanterns strewn across a night street; finally, time to play.
Maybe it's etiquette here; once inside, we drew fewer eyes than in the common quarter, like breeze instead of gust.
Regrettably, someone already strolled over to chat, smile polished like a silver spoon.
Ah, lovely ladies, is this your first time in Moonhundred City?
My memory swears I've never seen beauty like yours; let me guide you through the central district.
Good looks, sincere tone; on paper, a courteous young noble, like a garden peacock.
But his eyes weighed us like goods on a scale, greasy as lamp oil; I opened my mouth to refuse.
Lixue moved first, frost blooming like white flowers, and froze him into an ice sculpture.
Uh, Lixue, that was fast; I was going to say no.
No helping it; his eyes were vile, like sludge.
He didn't look like someone who retreats; better to solve it cleanly, like cutting a knot.
You witch, what did you do to our young master?!
The nearby guards saw their lord turned statue and tore blades from their belts, steel flashing like fish fins.
Half-drawn, they followed him into iced silence; Lixue's chill skated over them.
Lixue, nicely done; people like this lack lessons, like unsharpened blades.
Looking at us like merchandise? Boils my blood.
I went speechless; Lixue and my sisters are too freewheeling, striking the moment their mood clouds.
Still, he wasn't decent; a quick lesson felt harmless, like shooing flies.
Just then, Nalu tugged my sleeve, gentle as a cat's paw.
Mizumi, this could get messy, like ink bleeding.
What is it, Nalu?
My voice was low as rain.
This place gathers idle noble sons, like pigeons in a square.
With Lixue, Lingxiao, and Lingsaki that stunning, avoiding flirtation is like asking winter not to snow.
Yeah, I don't get those brats; see beauty and rush to pester, as if brains fogged.
Lixue acts by mood; keep this up and we'll be collecting ice statues, haha.
Don't say that.
Men hitting on beauty is instinct, like moths to flame.
You're used to beauty at your side, so you ignore it, like water to fish.
For those noble sons, girls like Lixue and the sisters are rare as cranes.
Rare? My brow ticked like a struck string.
Lixue, Lingxiao, and Lingsaki are gorgeous, but not impossibly so, right?
Mizumi, how do I look? Please answer seriously.
Uh... pretty, like clear spring water.
And compared to girls of your Mizumi Clan?
Honestly, far behind, like moonlight to dawn.
I rated her fairly; Nalu is a beauty, but the gap lies in aura, like fragrance versus plain air.
Right? Even I count top-tier across the Ice Rock Empire; imagine Lixue and the others, like stars beyond lamps.
Uh... my thoughts stalled like a cart.
Let this dragon release the Dragon Aura and scatter those pests, like wind through grass.
She thumped her chest, bold as a hawk spreading wings.
Dear brother, trouble comes either way, with or without her Dragon Aura, like tides.
So let her release it; at least we avoid repeats of that stunt, like closing a door.
Mm, good plan, like tightening a knot.
What a headache; we just wanted a simple trip, yet it keeps knotting like tangled rain.
Mizumi, I have a suggestion, like a card up the sleeve.
What is it?
My curiosity pricked like a thorn.
Just reveal your identity, like lifting a veil.
With the Mizumi Clan's name, no one will dare hit on you, like cold wind to embers.
True, but there's no opening, like a locked gate.
We can't just shout, "We're Mizumi Clan, stop flirting," right?
We'd look like fools on a stage.
Pfft, laughter popped like a bubble.
I didn't know you had such humor, Lixue, like a hidden spring.
Yelling that does nothing, and makes us look stupid, like waving a fan at a storm.
Lanxia, release the Dragon Aura; at least it deters pests, like smoke to mosquitoes.
We walked and talked, drawing eyes like fishhooks; many were lewd, many were pure.
Either way, we dislike being stared at, like beasts in a cage.
One or two more noble sons approached, smiles ready like masks on actors.
As Lanxia's Dragon Aura unfurled, they crumpled, fainting like wheat under wind.
That stirred a commotion; more eyes turned hostile, like clouds gathering.
Huh? Those ants still dare look?
Gnats toward flame.
Time to press harder, like pulling the bow to full.
Her Dragon Aura burst again, a tidal roar; not just people dropped, but stone cracked like ice.
Ground and walls split with jagged seams; fear scattered the crowd like birds.
A Divine Realm dragon serious about aura isn't something weak nobles can endure, like an avalanche.
Who dares cause trouble in Moonhundred City?!
Without an explanation, no one gets mercy today!
A stout man in heavy armor strode in, spear like a thunderbolt, a hundred soldiers pouring behind him.
