“Your Highness Fio, I’m resigning.”

The silver-haired girl stopped shoveling fried potato chips into her mouth and looked up, utterly bewildered.

Fio jumped off the Ice Dragon King's throne, ran up to her butler, and grabbed him by the lapels.

“Butler Myron, why?”

Myron was one of only two members of the Dragon Clan on the Ten-Thousand-Year Snow Mountain. He served Fio, the Ice Dragon King.

Fio looked like a clueless, dimwitted little loli. In truth… she really was an idiot.

“I’m sorry, Your Highness Fio, but I don’t want to waste my time on someone who refuses to learn.”

“Wait, Myron! If you leave, who’s going to make my food? And do the laundry, mop the floors, buy snacks and novels—”

A vein bulged on Myron’s forehead. Honestly, he wanted to slap that snack-covered little face of hers.

The Ten-Thousand-Year Snow Mountain stood in the Donghui Kingdom. It was the Ice Dragon Clan’s territory, and they had once been the strongest branch of the Dragon Clan on the Nolan Continent.

But as time passed, the Ice Dragon Clan gradually fell into decline. By the time of the current Ice Dragon King, they’d somehow ended up with a shut-in loli on the throne.

All she did was eat, laze around, and wait for death. With no ambitions whatsoever, she drove the already few remaining members of the Ice Dragon Clan away one by one. In the end, only Butler Myron and the Ice Dragon King, Fio, were left.

“Let’s part on good terms, Your Highness Fio. I don’t want to say something I can’t take back.”

Myron mercilessly slapped Fio’s little hand away.

“Waaah…”

Myron glared Fio into shrinking back, her head tucked down.

She had severe social anxiety. If she made eye contact with someone for too long, she’d pass out. What an utterly pathetic Dragon King.

Myron leaped into the air, resumed his dragon form, and flew away from the once-glorious Frost Sanctuary. At last, Fio was all alone in the vast palace.

The silver-haired dragon girl returned to the icy throne and half-reclined on it in a pose utterly lacking in dignity. She was the picture of a hopeless layabout.

She grabbed a huge handful of fried potato chips, stuffed them into her mouth, and chewed angrily.

“What is this? I told you, I’m just not cut out to be a Dragon King.”

Fio wasn’t just a member of the Dragon Clan. In her previous life, she’d been a shut-in writer on Earth. After going on hiatus online, she’d brazenly declared, “I’m done writing, so what? Come and make me, if you’ve got the guts!”

Her furious readers dug up her real address. They beat her up in person, killing her—and she even trended on Weibo for several days.

After that, she was reincarnated in another world as a member of the Ice Dragon Clan. Her strength was decent, so the others elected her Dragon King.

But Fio had never been cut out to lead anyone. A shut-in with social anxiety, she only hastened the Ice Dragon Clan’s decline.

“Why did I have to be a female dragon?”

The mirror-smooth ice wall reflected Fio’s appearance. She had rare, beautiful silver eyes and smooth silver hair tied in a low ponytail that hung over her perfectly flat chest. Her face looked young and her figure was… unfortunate, but she was still a remarkably beautiful girl.

Fio couldn’t bring herself to feel the slightest interest in flat-chested girls. With a body like this, she couldn’t even use herself as spellcasting material.

“Damn it, damn it! Becoming a loli was bad enough, but everyone keeps calling me an idiot…”

Fio slammed the throne’s armrest several times. Her anger got the better of her, and she choked on a potato chip, coughing nonstop.

She really was as stupid as they came.

Fio patted her chest and caught her breath. The next moment, she sensed someone approaching.

The magical alarm system outside the Frost Sanctuary was sounding in Fio’s mind. Ordinary beasts wouldn’t dare venture to the summit of the Ten-Thousand-Year Snow Mountain. There was only one possibility.

Someone from the Donghui Kingdom, down below the mountain.

Four years ago, the Donghui Kingdom had formed a dragon-slaying squad and sent it after her. But the formidable Fio had beaten them badly, and they’d fled in defeat.

Now that the alarm had sounded again, Fio could only assume they’d come to hunt her down once more.

“You idiots from the Donghui Kingdom—you’ll do nicely to take my anger out on.”

Fio revealed her dragon form, becoming a beautiful, majestic silver dragon. Storm clouds came roaring in from every direction, whispering around her and gathering about the ruler of the Ten-Thousand-Year Snow Mountain.

Amid the howling snowstorm, the doors of the Frost Sanctuary swung open. To Fio’s surprise, her visitor was a black-haired youth who’d come alone.

He held a sword in each hand and carried three more on his back. His red eyes were resolute, and his cold expression seemed to blend with the storm.

Fio remembered him. He was the strongest member of the dragon-slaying squad from four years ago, and the only human who’d ever seen her in human form: Leon.

“Human, why aren’t you kneeling before me?”

Fio unleashed the Dragon King’s overwhelming pressure. The ground cracked around her beneath the force of her presence.

Almost no one dared look Fio in the eye once she transformed into the Dragon King. That was perfect for avoiding the whole social-anxiety problem. Her dragon form was much more reliable than her human one; four years ago, she’d scared those dragon slayers half to death.

“Dragon King Fio, I am Leon, Sword Saint of the Donghui Kingdom. I’ve come to challenge you again.”

But Leon met Fio’s gaze without the slightest fear and advanced step by step through the howling wind.

Fio realized that Leon’s whole bearing had changed since their last encounter. There was a kind of obsession about him, one that had made his spirit impossibly resolute.

Fio was a little unnerved, but she didn’t retreat. She recalled the lines from *100 Lines of Absolute Authority! A Bestseller!* that Myron had forced her to memorize, then recited one in a fearsome voice.

“Human, what could possibly drive you to come here alone and meet your death?”

Fio’s voice could alter the laws within her domain. The snowstorm turned to blades, slicing at Leon and leaving cut after cut across his body.

“Fio, you remember this day four years ago, don’t you? I was defeated here, and saw your true human form.”

“Of course. You should be grateful for my generosity! You’re a lowly insect who knows just how awe-inspiring I am.”

“Ever since that day, I haven’t been able to sleep in peace. Your appearance has filled my every thought.”

“I see. You’ve let hatred for me consume you, insect! Hahahaha! What a delightful joke!”

“Your voice, your face, every last detail—I’ve engraved them all in my heart.”

“I’ll become your nightmare, following you like a shadow. You’ll never forget the humiliation I inflicted on you!”

“That’s right, Fio. I’ll never forget. Every day, I relive that moment. I made it my obsession, and struggled at the edge of death to grow stronger.” Leon raised both swords, cutting through the blizzard. “That’s why I’ve come for you today!”

But Leon’s sheer force of presence frightened Fio, and the storm could no longer hurt him.

What the hell? Does this guy really hate me that much?

Fio hadn’t even killed anyone back then. She’d just beaten up the people from the Donghui Kingdom and tossed them down the mountain. So why was this guy still holding a grudge after all this time?

His baffling determination to hold a grudge reminded Fio of the reader who’d beaten her to death in her previous life. The man suddenly seemed terrifying. She lost all desire to fight and just wanted to go back to her fried potato chips.

“The battle begins,” Leon said, focused.

“Hey, hey, wait a second—”

Leon hurled the two swords in his hands, smashing through Fio’s storm barrier and charging forward like a force no one could stop.

“Dragon King’s Blessing! Dragon King’s Domain—descend!”

In her panic, Fio didn’t have time to think. She conjured an ice shield to block him.

Leon dashed along the ground, pulled a spare sword from his back, and swept up a storm of snow that concealed his figure.

Fio froze the moisture in the air into ice crystals. With a sweep of her wings, she unleashed a deadly downpour that shook the palace.

Clang, clang—

The sound of ice crystals striking metal rang out again and again through the dust cloud. It was getting closer to Fio. Her attack didn’t seem to have slowed Leon down at all.

Fio shot into the air. A figure sprang up after her from below: Leon, discarding his battered swords as he chased her from the ground.

Fio changed the direction of the wind, drawing Leon toward her like a magnet and pulling him into range.

The Sword Saint drew the last sword on his back and stood his ground against the icy dragon’s breath. At the same time, the pressure of his blade stirred up a fierce wind.

“Dragon’s Roar!”

“Sky-Piercing Dragon-Slaying Sword!”

The two shockwaves collided. The earth shook, and Leon and Fio were flung away in opposite directions, each crashing into a massive pillar in the palace.

The swordsman adjusted his position in midair, compressed his legs against the pillar, and sprang off. The tremendous recoil snapped the pillar in two.

Leon charged at Fio like a madman. The tremendous momentum of his kick smashed through the walls of the Frost Sanctuary.

Fio felt like she was about to fall apart. The blow knocked her out of her dragon form and back into her low-energy human form. She plunged into a snowdrift outside the palace, upper body buried in the snow like a scallion.

“Hey, Fio.”

A strong hand grabbed Fio by her slender ankle and pulled her little body out of the snow.

Realizing that gravity had exposed her panties, Fio panicked and tried frantically to cover her skirt.

Leon saw everything. His eyes were terrifyingly red, as if they might bulge out of their sockets. He looked ready to devour Fio.

Leon’s savage expression left Fio weak in the knees. Her cherry-pink lips trembled, and she didn’t dare speak.

Leon let go of her. Fio plopped down on the ground, her delicate body easily slipping into a girlish, knees-bent sitting pose.

The silent Sword Saint’s shadow fell over the tiny silver-haired girl. To Fio, Leon looked deeply wrong: his face was flushed red with rage.

Oh, God… Waaaah… Why do I have to get killed by another grudge-holding jerk? It’s so unfair! I’ve been single for almost a hundred years—couldn’t I at least fall in love once before I die?

Leon lowered his head, his black bangs casting a shadow over his eyes. Looking nervous and excited, he reached for something.

Holy crap, he’s going to kill me! This is so terrifying, so terrifying, so terrifying…

The timid Fio curled into a ball with her arms over her head, sobbing through her tears.

Click!

But then Fio heard a strange sound. She opened her eyes and found a weird collar fastened around her neck. Leon held the other end of the chain attached to it.

His expression was incredibly strange. You could even call it perverted.

“…”

Fio tilted her head and touched the collar.

“…”

The Sword Saint watched Fio’s movements and opened his mouth as if to say something, but in the end, nothing came out.

“…!”

“…?”

Fio understood what was happening. Her face went pale.

That bastard Sword Saint was going to trample on her dignity as Dragon King before killing her!