"Forget it! I'm done. Get up, I'll treat you to a meal." Raoul picked up Nidia in his arms and wiped her down with the bedsheets. Then, he grabbed the inconspicuous-looking brass oil lamp by the bed and rubbed it a few times, and dozens of spectral slaves emerged from it, cleaning the room like clockwork, as well as bringing in fresh sheets, trays of fruits, and roasted meat.
However, it seemed that the food was still not enough to console the dragonling from her sore bottom. Nidia was still choking back sobs.
Raoul tapped her on the nose. “Is food not enough to cheer you up? In that case, I shall allow you to touch the Star of Knowledge once. I shall have you know that I have never…” Before the black dragon could finish speaking, Nidia’s claws had already reached out to his forehead, an
