The Dragon of the Fallen Demon Master Sister in a Book - Chapter 8

Chris suddenly opened her eyes.

A dragon’s hearing had always been sharp, but right now, she wished she didn’t have it.

Clutching the blanket with her claws, Chris widened her deep crimson dragon eyes, glaring at the white bricks and red tiles above her. What the hell! I just lay down!

“Meow~”

“Creak—”

“Meow~”

“Creak—”

“Meow~”

“Creak—”

The repetitive sounds amplified in Chris’s ears—the meowing, the creaking of the wooden door swaying in the wind, and… the sound of tiny claws scratching something.

The scratching was so close it felt like it was right beside her ear. Chris even wondered if the kitten was clawing at their bedpost.

All these noises grew louder and louder in her ears. She shut her eyes again, thinking it was probably just some stray kitten looking for food. Once it realized there was nothing to eat, it would leave. So, she decided to ignore it and buried her head against Feng Qingzhuo’s chest.

Unfortunately, having sharp hearing was an innate trait, not something she could easily change. No matter how much she snuggled into Feng Qingzhuo’s embrace, the noise wouldn’t go away.

Noise was noise, and the simplest solution was to eliminate the source.

Oh, right—the cat.

Chris was furious.

Just as she was about to get up and see which little intruder had dared to enter her territory and use her bedpost as a scratching post, Feng Qingzhuo moved.

Her movements were swift and precise—getting out of bed, grabbing the cat, and shutting the door—all in one fluid motion.

The meowing instantly stopped.

With a soft click of the door closing, the creaking of the wind-blown wooden door also ceased.

The world fell into silence.

Hallelujah!

Relieved, Chris closed her eyes, finally ready to enjoy her afternoon nap. She relaxed her body and settled back down.

Now, the only sound left in the room was the crackling of the firewood. It was so quiet… it was almost eerie.

So, not long after lying down, Chris abruptly sat up again.

Sitting on the bed, she stared blankly at the flickering flames, utterly defeated. She covered her face with her claws. Damn it! She had already missed her usual sleep window—now she really couldn’t fall asleep!

Since sleep was out of the question, she figured she might as well go out for a stroll. She had just eaten, after all, and a little walk would help with digestion. Plus, she could check out where that damn cat had come from.

Once she made up her mind, Chris rolled over and climbed out of bed.

These days, Feng Qingzhuo had practically spoiled her rotten.

What did it mean to have clothes handed to her and food delivered to her mouth? Chris hadn’t known before, but now… she understood all too well.

Standing up, Chris spread her wings and took flight, circling the room like a monarch surveying her domain. Eventually, her gaze landed on the bedpost where she had just been lying.

Deep claw marks marred the wood—one after another, gouged so deeply they looked horrifying. Chris frowned slightly, grumbling inwardly, “So a cat really did sneak in and scratch up my bedpost…”

The little dragon lowered its wings and swooped down. Just before landing, Chris flapped her wings at a higher frequency to cushion the impact, finally landing steadily on her two strong hind legs.

Perfect landing!

Before Chris could even gloat about her perfectly mastered flying skills, the unfamiliar scent of a cat irritated her nose. Upon closer sniffing, Chris even detected the smell of bl00d.

And… and an indescribable, invasive odor that she instinctively recoiled from—like encountering an intruder in her own territory.

The scent of bl00d didn’t belong to Feng Qingzhuo. To Chris, her A-Zhuo’s bl00d smelled pleasant—at least, nothing like the stench assaulting her now. This smell was practically suffocating.

Chris furrowed her brows. If she were in human form, she would’ve pinched her nose shut. The stench was unbearable, making it hard to stay put.

No wonder she couldn’t sleep—this smell was the culprit!

Raising her head, Chris spotted the white dragon spirit beside her. Following the principle of “waste not, want not,” she thought for a moment before politely asking,

“Elder Dragon Spirit, do you know what that cat was just now? What’s its origin? Why do I find its scent so repulsive?”

Chris mused to herself—before transmigrating, she had been someone who adored small animals. How could she react so strongly to a mere cat’s scent?

Seeing the dragon whelp like this, the dragon spirit couldn’t help rolling its eyes. “When you need me, it’s ‘Elder this, Elder that,’ but when you don’t, you just call me ‘old fart’ in your head, huh?”

Chris: “…”

Chris struggled to keep her expression neutral, forcing a smile. “You really don’t have to pick up those trashy memes, you know. Seriously, I’m begging you.”

Despite its teasing, the dragon spirit was reliable when it came to sharing knowledge. “Have you ever heard the saying?”

“‘Kings shall not meet kings.’” The dragon spirit spoke each word with gravity.

Chris froze, realizing the dragon spirit was about to impart something important. She straightened up. “I’ve heard it.”

As an avid novel enthusiast, she was familiar with the phrase. Many stories used it to describe how two supremely powerful figures in the same domain would never cross paths—unless for cooperation, their meeting would inevitably lead to a life-or-death struggle.

But… was this term really appropriate here?

“What’s the origin of that cat?” Chris frowned, immediately grasping the crux of the matter. “And why did it come for me?”

The dragon spirit chuckled lightly. “That’s no cat. I warned you earlier—it’s your guest. Go out now and use your draconic eyes to sense its energy. Feel it with your heart, and you’ll see.”

“However, one thing’s certain—it means no harm.”

Chris frowned, then spread her wings and bolted out the door in an instant.

“Oh, and keep an eye on your two-legged human!” the dragon spirit shouted after her. “Watch out, or that ‘cat’ might just steal them away!”

“After all, your bedpost was just dug out.” Dragon Soul sneakily glanced at the bedpost already wobbling from cat scratches, smiling mysteriously before speaking loudly.

“Hmph…” Chris let out a cold snort, sparks flying from her nostrils as she delivered an extremely chuunibyou line, “The bonds and friendship between me and A-Zhuo are something a mere mortal dragon like you could never understand.”

Dragon Soul: “Huh?”

The response came in the form of a gust of wind.

The wooden door opened, letting cold air rush into her nose. The irritating scent faded, finally making Chris feel somewhat better. Having stayed inside too long, those smells had made her nose quite uncomfortable.

The little dragon plunged headfirst into the snow, vigorously shaking her head with such force it seemed she wanted to wash away all the scents clinging to her nose.

“Whew—” Feeling much better, Chris flapped her wings and with one strong motion, pulled her head out—only to see…

Feng Qingzhuo sitting beneath the wintersweet tree, cradling a thin little cat in her arms. The cat had amber-colored eyes and was meowing softly in her embrace. It was a tabby with yellow and black fur, most notably bearing black markings on its head resembling a tiger’s, giving it a somewhat domineering look.

Chris: ???

The same Chris who had just been talking about bonds and friendship widened her deep red dragon eyes in shock, staring dumbfounded at the scene.

First glancing at Feng Qingzhuo, then at the foul-smelling cat in her arms, Chris couldn’t help but take two steps back. Then she realized—wait, no! I was here first!!! Why am I retreating?! This cat is the homewrecker here!! I’m the rightful partner!!!

She felt like the betrayed spouse who’d just discovered their partner cheating—stunned, furious, confused, resentful—all of it culminating in a few loud, indignant words:

“Hey, that’s my spot!!”

“That’s my two-legged human!!!”

“Damn it! Now I’m the clown?! The clown is actually me!!!” It had been a long time since Chris had sworn since crossing over, but now she wanted to unleash every curse word she’d heard in her past life. “You bastard!!! Heartbreaker!!!”

“I’m so mad!!!” Chris stomped her feet furiously, and without thinking, flew straight to the wintersweet tree above Feng Qingzhuo’s head. With a forceful push—”Bam!”—the accumulated snow came crashing down onto the heads of both human and cat, drenching them in a “white snow shower.”

Even the tree branch snapped under the little dragon’s weight.

She was livid!

Seriously! This time, no amount of coaxing would make it better!!!

Feng Qingzhuo, who had initially thought the little dragon had come looking for her after waking up, froze in place when suddenly showered with snow.

The cat in her arms had already reacted first, gracefully using its little paws to push off and land perfectly in the snow, leaving behind a trail of tiny paw prints.

Covered in snow, Feng Qingzhuo looked utterly innocent, her face a picture of bewilderment.

She looked up, her dark eyes staring blankly at her dragon, her entire expression overflowing with grievance.

She had absolutely no idea what she had done wrong. She was merely afraid the cat would disturb her dragon’s sleep, so she took it outside. Had she really done something wrong?

Seeing her child staring at her like this, Chris felt inexplicably guilty.

So guilty that after flying down from the branch, Chris used her tail to sweep the snow off the stone stool opposite Feng Qingzhuo. She sat down, legs dangling naturally, without saying a word.

Then came a faint jingle—the culprit behind all this, a small black-and-white tabby cat, gracefully leaped onto the round table between the human and the dragon.

Following the sound, Chris finally noticed the tiny bell tied around the cat’s neck. It wasn’t obvious, but the bell still rang.

Clearly, this bell proved the cat had an owner.

But… if it had an owner, why was it on Misty Peak? The peak was freezing, and people rarely came here. Moreover… Chris frowned. Where had that faint scent of bl00d she’d caught near the bed come from? Was the cat injured? How?

“Chris, I…” Feng Qingzhuo stood up and moved toward the little dragon, wanting to explain. But Chris immediately took two steps back, covering her nose. “You stink. Stay away from me.”

Hearing this, Feng Qingzhuo froze for a moment before decisively stripping off her outer robe and tossing it aside, leaving only her undergarments. Then… she began rubbing various spices all over herself.

This move left Chris utterly dumbfounded. “What the—?! Are you… insane?”

The little dragon rubbed her nose with a claw. “Ah… ah-choo!”

“You… you’re… fighting poison with poison?!”

“Ah-choo—!”