Too Late, My Dragon Lord Ex

tin'

olute. Collin stared at me, his golden eyes wide with disb

nt mind, he quickly rationalized my words as just ano

e me to the Conrad estate. My business with the Dragon Lord n

o the carriage, sitting directly across from me. At his cold co

laxed. I fixed my gaze coldly on the scenery flying past the wind

his your new game? Threatening me with the

as if he'd just told the world's greatest joke.

was notarized by a Dragon God Ritual and is protected by the highest laws of

n God Ritual also provides for the absolute legality of a 'Rejection Ritual.' As long as one par

ient draconic laws. After all, the old me-the foolish, love-struck me-only cared about the

tical mask of affection**. "Cristin, think about all these years of affection between

o the 'affection' where you comfortably enjoyed the massive financial support

fragile ego, and his voice rose again. "I only have a responsibility

. That exact same,

t, threatening to sha

e trembling slightly with pure, unadulterated anger. "Collin Flem

o who is responsible for me? Who is

rge of total exhaustion! You desperately needed my late father's wealth to keep your title! Do you have any idea how much of my family's liquid fortune I fool

eed us anymore, is that it? Your so-called 'life debt' is just the perfect

face. He seemed utterly shocked that I woul

facade so brutally, exposing the ugly truth that the great, arrogant Dragon Lo

single word to refute me. Because eve

my heart finally found an outlet, turning into a

nd made me the laughingstock of the entire aristocracy! For your 'be

g for your 'responsibility.' The heavy burden of the Fleming family is one th

r. He stared at me in shock, his eyes wid

from outside. "My Lord, Lady Cristin.

ance, I pushed open the heavy ca

ight in front of me. My heart twisted with a sudden, suff

hing out and trying to grab my arm, bu

talk!" His voice finally he

left to talk about. Get your three million gold coins ready, Collin. That is t