Chương 104: Chapter 35: Dragon Stew Or Marimo's Mount

"Let me go! Grrrr!?" The dragon bit her steel gag with slurred words, trying to spit out her tail, but it didn't work as Marimo stepped on Tyr's head, rocking her foot to grind the dragon's face against the cold marble floor.

"Don't speak so loudly, lizard—you are in the presence of my master." 

Marimo seemed more extreme than usual, causing Lancelot, sitting on a black chair a few steps away, to smirk, his body sinking into the soft leather as he leaned back, both women looking at him with different looks.

One looked for help, eyes filled with embarrassment and frustration.

The other a look of pride and vibrance.

'Who is making Marimo so competitive and fierce?'

He didn't want to scold her as she didn't go too far but somehow felt that she needed a light punishment or something that let her relax.