Too Late For Regret: My Dragon Lord

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the crown of Aidan's head. My hand was perfectly stead

I could hear the crack

wisting his lips. He was already picturing my agonizing death, waiting for the

ally dripping with venomous hatred, sile

own on the room. His amber eyes were narrowed, filled with arrogant scr

completely. In my domain,

irled the needle, then inserted the second, the third... the temp

g accuracy, a flawless display of medica

the tip of his finger, I gave it a gentle twist.

o

n-defying miracle occurre

nly went slack. His ragged, dying breaths inst

n his cheeks receded at a speed visible to the nake

st baffled the realm's greatest healer was com

roken. Just like that.

van shrieked, his voice cracking like a strangled r

orehead. When the cool temperature registered, a metaphorical bomb went off in his

n-healing arts! He had tried every divine herb and

boy in minutes using a few cheap hairpins?! His pride, his

peacefully sleeping son, her brain short-circuiting. The crushing reality of my succes

so violently they were just pinpricks. The supreme Drago

w?! How could this worthless, despised woman possess a mir

he had underestimated me burned his ego, yet a f

nd tucked them back into my hair. Then, I turned my co

was an ant. "Doctor. O

pig-liver red. His whole body shook uncontrollably. Break the

Thud. The most arrogant healer in the domain collapsed to his kn

of humiliation gutting his pride. "My skills are garbag

nderclap, a brutal slap across the face of ev

d. Then, I turned my sharp gaze to Caelus, locking onto h

me authority had been completely hijacked by me, yet he ha

bsolute submission to the magic. "I swore it in the name of the Drago

heir arrogance and brutally r

ened his eyes. The first thing he saw was me. And his

harine in a weak, terrified voice, "Mommy... it was her.