Reincarnated as a Sickly Princess, She was Kidnapped by the Evil Dragon Lady - Chapter 29

Ultimately, Aria’s overwhelming Dragon Race aura proved too much for Rodas to withstand.

Sensing her own transformation, Aria took a deep, steadying breath.

“I mean no harm. I made a pact with Illycia. I won’t hurt you, but likewise…”

Aria closed her eyes. When she opened them again, they had returned to their original amethyst-like appearance.

“…don’t provoke me.”

With that, Aria turned to leave, seeking fresh air to clear her head.

Ever since Aria had gained the ability to assume human form, she had developed a peculiar flaw: when her emotions ran high, her eyes would involuntarily revert to their draconic state, betraying her true nature.

Just now, Aria’s annoyance had triggered this flaw.

Thus, she needed to step outside, breathe deeply, and regain control of her emotions.

Just as Aria was about to leave, she seemed to remember something and stopped.

“Illycia’s hair was originally silver, wasn’t it?”

Aria turned to ask Rodas, who was frozen in place behind her, too terrified to move.

“Y-yes… yes…” Rodas stammered, unsure why Aria was asking such a question but answering truthfully nonetheless.

Hearing this, Aria couldn’t help but look at Rodas with newfound respect.

After all, silver hair was universally known across the continent as a symbol of misfortune. To ensure Illycia could live a normal life, they had found a special method to dye her hair black.

Regardless of other considerations, Rodas had at least played the role of a father well.

“I’ll be outside. Have someone call me when you’re ready to eat.”

With that, Aria left without looking back, leaving Rodas trembling and weak-kneed in her wake.

It couldn’t be helped. Though Rodas was a capable ruler, the sheer oppressive presence radiating from Aria, as a member of the Dragon Race, was overwhelming. Even her golden, vertical pupils instilled a primal fear in him.

Rodas didn’t realize this was a normal reaction. After all, Aria was a queen among dragons, and he was neither an Archmage nor a Paladin—at his core, he was just an ordinary man.

After Aria left for a while, Rodas finally regained his composure.

Though he couldn’t fathom what Aria, as a dragon, truly wanted, her words suggested she harbored no ill will toward humans.

Moreover, Rodas had noticed something else: Aria seemed to share a close bond with Illycia.

After all, she had flatly refused his invitation to dine earlier, yet immediately accepted when Illycia extended the same offer.

Thinking about this, Rodas felt another headache coming on. He instinctively pressed his fingers against his temples, trying to ease the throbbing pain.

There was no help for it. Recent events had been overwhelming, leaving Rodas utterly breathless.

Compounding his troubles, the current situation had turned his mind into complete mush.

What truly bothered Rodas, however, was Illycia’s original hair color.

He had previously used special methods to conceal it, but now that she had returned, her hair had reverted to its natural state. He suspected Aria was behind this.

But for Rodas, it didn’t matter who was responsible. What mattered was Illycia’s feelings.

After all, from her perspective, he had kept this secret from her for twenty years.

“Sigh…” Rodas sighed, lost in thought.

Meanwhile, on the other side of the room, Illycia and Isabella were getting along surprisingly well.

“Sis! Stop groping me!”

“Oh, come on, I’m just helping you bathe. It’s inevitable I’ll touch other places.”

Illycia and Isabella were soaking in the bathtub. Isabella was holding Illycia down, scrubbing her body with a washcloth.

Illycia could feel Isabella’s hands wandering over her body under the guise of washing her, naturally sparking her displeasure. She had no choice but to resist.

However, her frail constitution doomed her efforts to failure against Isabella’s actions.

Left with no other option, Illycia reluctantly allowed her sister to continue washing her.

To understand how this situation arose, we must rewind to earlier.

Moments ago, Isabella had led Illycia to the bathroom, originally intending to give her a bath. But upon seeing the large bathtub, Isabella impulsively decided they should bathe together.

Thus unfolded the scene we just witnessed.

“Sis! Have you ever actually bathed someone before?!”

After Isabella had thoroughly scrubbed Illycia from head to toe, Illycia lay listlessly in the tub, staring blankly at the ceiling, looking utterly defeated.

Regaining her composure, Illycia sat up and glared at Isabella across the tub, her face flushed with indignation.

“Sis! Have you ever actually bathed someone before?!” she demanded, her voice tinged with anger.

Under Illycia’s questioning, Isabella scratched her head.

“Uh, no.”

“You…”

“Aiya, come on, sis! I just like you, okay? If someone else asked me to help them bathe, I’d refuse!” Isabella said, feigning hurt, then glanced at Illycia’s expression, as if afraid she might be angry.

Seeing this, Illycia couldn’t bring herself to say anything more, swallowing the words that had been on the tip of her tongue.

Isabella, sensing her advantage, immediately pressed closer to Illycia, causing the younger woman’s already slightly flushed cheeks to deepen in color.

Illycia could only raise a hand to block Isabella’s advance.

“Alright! I forgive you. Just don’t come any closer!”

Illycia was truly helpless against her older sister. How could someone so dignified in public act so differently when we’re alone? she wondered.

This thought inevitably reminded Illycia of Aria.

Aria was nothing like Isabella. She was genuinely consistent, both in public and private, speaking as if every word cost money. If she could avoid talking, she absolutely would.

“Fine, fine,” Isabella relented, stopping in front of Illycia.

“By the way, Illycia, what have you been doing with that dragon these past few days?”

Seeing they were alone, Isabella began probing about Illycia’s relationship with Aria.