Lott covered the girl who had returned to her original state with a thin quilt, and after Quenting heard Lott tell him what happened, he thought briefly for a moment.
"It's incredible. This child is actually the child of Black Dragon Sabetia..."
"I can't leave her there..." Lot ruffled the little girl's hair.
Count Quentin rubbed his chin, looked at Lot quietly and said, "She? You seem to treat her as a human being?"
After hearing this, Lot trembled all over and his pupils shrank.
Count Quentin twirled his hair and controlled his facial expression well. He asked again: "Before you sympathize with "her", should you also consider the people who lost their families because of "her"?
Woolen cloth?"
"I...that..." Lot turned his face slightly, as if he was a little in awe of Kunting like this.
"Huh, forgive me for the offence, Your Highness." Kunting spread his hands, relaxed his expression and said with a smile: "When you were a child, I often taught you this with branches. I brought in my old habits."
Lot blushed, he really felt like he was a child again just now.
"So, what are you going to do with this child?" Kunting walked up and looked at the cute little girl carefully.
"Anyway, I revealed Black Dragon Sabetia's location, and it was because of me that she lost her mother..." Lot frowned.
"Quinting, is there any way to raise this child as a human?" Lot couldn't make up his mind and raised his head to ask Kunting for help.
Kunting held his forehead helplessly and said to Lot: "Huh, okay, just think of this child as my illegitimate daughter."
Seeing the little girl open her eyes, and her slightly purple pupils were breathtaking, Kunting carefully picked up the child.
"Really?" Lot was startled and looked at Quenting, who was teasing the child.
"You are His Highness, and if it were me, even if there were more than a dozen illegitimate daughters, no one would suspect it." Kunting turned to Lot with a confident smile.
"...That's true." Lot expressed understanding.
"What's her name?" Kunting's name changed from it to her.
"Sacantido, um... this name is too Dragon, let's call it Salsa, Salsa Jones." Lott gave the child a new name.
"Hi, nice to meet you." Quentin Jones raised the girl above his head and said teasingly: "From today on, I am your father, Salsa."
"Ah?" Salsa happily hugged Quenting's arm and babbled in her mouth.
Lot looked at Quenting and Salsa with a smile. Time passed quickly, and in the blink of an eye, 12 years had passed.
"Miss! Wait!" In Noda's kingdom, a dignified maid chased another black-haired girl on the bright red carpet.
"Father!" The black-haired girl is Quenting's daughter, Salsa.
Kun Ting had just walked out of the back hall. He was looking at his growing hairline in the mirror and said sadly: "Hey, it's another centimeter taller."
"Father! Kardashian bullied me!" Salsa hid behind Quenting, hugged her father's waist tightly and stuck out her tongue at Kardashian.
"Kardashian, my Salsa got into trouble again?" Quenting seemed to be surprised, patting Salsa on the head and asked the maid.
"Hey, don't mention it. His Majesty was meeting guests at the palace, but the lady came over wearing the pajamas she was wearing." The maid Kardashian scratched her hair in distress.
"Today's palace is no longer what it used to be. Ambassadors and businessmen from other countries come in and out every day..." Kardashian rambled.
"Huh! I just want to see Lot." Salsa turned her head guiltily, but Quenting asked.
"Salsa, why don't you dress up? You don't want to take the etiquette class..."
Salsa pouted and retorted: "But those clothes are very uncomfortable to wear, and class is so boring..."
"But, if you continue like this, you will never be able to become an excellent adult." Kun Ting faintly raised the corners of his mouth, seeming to have a bad smile, and then he said: "His Majesty Lot is preparing for the princess.
Choose the right candidate..."
"What!?" Salsa was immediately attracted to her attention and looked at her father with wide eyes.
"Would it be okay even if His Majesty Lot marries someone else?" Quenting seemed to have grasped Salsa's thoughts.
"Wow, ah, ah, no!" Sure enough, Salsa squeezed tears from the corners of her eyes and said aggrievedly.
At this time, Quenting thought of a good reason for the disappearance of his hairline. He raised his index finger and said, "And if you are so naughty, I will worry about losing more hair."
Salsa stopped crying, looked at Kunting with a bulging face, and said: "...It doesn't matter..."
"Pfft." Kardashian couldn't hold it back and quickly led Salsa away under Quenting's sharp gaze.
A year later, inside the royal court of Antara
An extremely beautiful girl held up her skirt and spun around. The maid behind her secretly wiped her tears: "Miss, since you can do so well, why do you torture me?"
"How about it? Now that I am good enough, can I marry Lot?" Salsa said happily.
"Of course!" Kardashian said with a satisfied expression.
"I'm going to show it to Lot, he will definitely be shocked!" Salsa said with a smile on her face.
"Ah, not now, because there are important guests visiting, and His Majesty said no one can enter the palace." Kardashian quickly reminded Salsa.
"Guest? Who is it?"
...
In the palace at this moment
A young king sat on the throne of the Antara Kingdom, and in front of him stood a man with curly hair.
"You are the dragon slayer who hunted Dragon..." Lot held the throne under him with both hands, leaning forward slightly, as if he wanted to stand up out of surprise.
"Long time no see, King of Antara." The curly-haired man had a scar on his face from the top of his head to his ear, and his right eye turned purple.
"Are you hiding something from me?" This person was Doraisi, a terrifying dragon slayer whom he had worked with more than ten years ago.
Lot's face was a little pale. He didn't notice that a girl with black hair and purple eyes behind the screen was licking his face in confusion: "Well... what is Dragon?"
"What are these words, Doraisi? What do you mean I am hiding something..." Lot took good care of his face and said calmly to Doraisi: "I don't know where you heard it, but
There must be some misunderstanding..."
"Lot! What do you think of my skirt?" At this moment, a voice interrupted Lot who was speaking. Salsa came out from behind the screen and held up her skirt to show herself to Lot.
"Salsa, why are you here!?" Lott's expression was a little out of control, and he looked at the girl who appeared behind Doraisi in shock.
Doraisi seemed to feel something and turned around to look at the girl behind her.
"Wait, wait! That child just ran over accidentally!" Lot stood up and tried to stop Doraisi from approaching Salsa.
"Do you think you can hide everything?" Doraisi's purple pupils stared at Salsa.
"Her body is full of despair. This is a black flower, a flower of despair full of poison." Doraisi came to Salsa and looked at the girl condescendingly.
"What? What poison, what despair?" Lot stopped extending his hand, with a look of confusion on his face.
"Don't you know?" Doraisi glanced back at him, and then did not explain: "Forget it, it's not important anymore."
"Lot,...who are you, uncle?" Salsa was a little scared.
"You ask, who am I?" Doraisi suddenly raised the corners of her lips, touched the top of Salsa's head with her big hand and rubbed it twice.
"I specialize in hunting "people" like you."
A wave of resentment surged out of Doraisi's body, and Salsa trembled all over, as if she was frightened.
Salsa slowly lowered her head, only to see a dagger inserted deeply into her abdomen. Pain came immediately. The girl coughed twice, blood flowed from the corner of her mouth, and she slowly fell on the red carpet.