My Happy Dragon Life With Supernatural Girls-Chapter 78. An Angry Frost Demon Queen.

The Frost Demon Queen’s throne was silent as Isabella stared at her daughter in disbelief at what she had just heard.

The silence in the room wasn’t as calm as the same ceremonial silence seen during diplomacy, but instead, it was a suffocating kind of silence that pressed down on Astrid’s lungs, which made even her breathing feel like an act of defiance.

The chamber of the Frost Demon Queen’s throne room was carved entirely out of black ice and frost stone.

Its walls were high into the darkness above, and the pillars were shaped like frozen spires that lined up on both sides of the hall.

Several cold mists drifted lazily across the polished floor, and they curled around the feet of the little Frost Demon Princess standing alone at the center of the room.

This was none other than Astrid herself.

The fifteen-year-old demon princess stood still as she boldly stared at her mother after uttering what even she couldn’t believe she had said.

Astrid was dressed in her usual goth-styled dress, and her hands clenched tightly at her sides as she faced the throne.

Meanwhile, at the far end of the hall, which seemed to be elevated by several wide steps of pale blue ice, Isabella sat proudly as the undisputed Frost Demon Queen of her generation.

Her ten-foot-tall figure was draped in a similar goth-styled clothing just like her daughter’s dress, but the only difference was that Isabella’s dress seemed to be embroidered with frost-like patterns that shimmered beautifully on the Frost Demon Queen’s body.

Her large horns were in full display for Astrid to see, and Isabella’s crimson colored eyes stared intently at her daughter’s eyes, which somehow seemed not to be intimidated by those of her mother.

In one hand, Isabella was holding a crystal goblet filled with a pale liquid as she swigged the beverage gently before lifting her chin to ask once again.

"What did you just say?"

"I... don’t want to participate in the tournament." Astrid’s voice echoed across the large chamber, and for a moment, nothing happened.

Isabella did not react to what her daughter said.

She didn’t shout, and she didn’t move either.

Instead, she slowly raised her goblet to her lips before taking another sip of her drink, but still, her gaze didn’t leave that of her daughter.

And Isabella couldn’t believe what she was seeing right now.

Never before had her daughter spoken to her like this.

Never before had Astrid made a request like this.

In fact, never before had Astrid ever made a request, let alone a refusal.

And never, in all the years Isabella had ruled as queen and mother, had the young girl in front of her dared to look her directly in the eyes.

Isabella furrowed her brows, and her fingers tightened imperceptibly around the cup before she lowered her goblet.

"Alright, Astrid. Then tell me, what is it you wish to do instead of participating in the tournament?" Isabella asked, and Astrid swallowed a chunk of saliva.

The pressure in the room intensified, and Astrid’s heart pounded violently in her chest as she opened her mouth to speak.

And at that exact moment, a sudden gust of freezing wind swept through the throne room, allowing Astrid’s words to be swallowed by the wind, but since Isabella was sitting right in front of her daughter, she was able to hear everything Astrid had uttered, and her pupils contracted sharply.

The goblet she was now holding in her hand froze solid in an instant, then it cracked and exploded into countless razor-thin shards of ice that hovered in the air for a while before clattering harmlessly to the floor.

And then slowly and deliberately, Isabella rose from her throne to walk down the stairs.

Each step she took down the frozen stairs sent ripples of cold through the chamber, and the temperature of the room dropped even more; frost began to bloom along the walls of the room.

Noticing this, Astrid’s breath became hitched, and she instinctively took a step back as her towering mother stopped directly in front of her, looming like a glacier about to collapse.

Isabella leaned down slightly, and her shadow engulfed her daughter in a way that made the little princess a bit terrified.

But Astrid noticed her mother gently placing her hands on her hips as she opened her mouth to speak.

"Hmm, you’ve got some guts saying that to me, child. I guess the Gremory Household has been teaching you some unnecessary things; maybe it’s time for Mommy to re-educate you." Isabella said softly, and her lips curled into an unsettling smile as the throne room doors slammed shut behind Astrid with a thunderous BOOM.

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Several Months Later, the Dragon Queen’s capital city was now brimming with joy and excitement.

Across the wide streets of the city, caravans were being prepared, beasts were being saddled, and supplies were also being loaded and checked repeatedly.

Satyrs could also be seen laughing loudly as they hauled crates of weapons and provisions along the streets, while Centaurs also trotted through the streets bearing banners and armors with House Gremory’s insignia on them, as the merchants shouted excitedly about the coming journey.

Nearby, a group of young satyrs leaned against a stone railing with their tails swishing with excitement.

"Oh my devi, oh my devi, oh my devi!!! I can’t believe it’s finally happening." A young female Satyr said excitedly.

"Right? It still feels like a dream to see that the tournament will finally be happening."

"Hey, guys, I heard a rumor." A male satyr whispered, and another asked in a whisper.

"What rumor?"

"I heard His Highness might not even participate in the tournament."

"That’s nonsense."

"Yeah, that’s all a load of crap."

"I second that because I refuse to be fooled by all that phony-baloney talk about His Highness."

"Yo, dude." A male demon held his friend by the shoulder, causing his friend to glance at him. "Did you seriously believe His Highness wouldn’t participate in the tournament?"

"Yeah?"

"Then, you’re tripping, bro."

"Yeah, he’s tripping." Others agreed with a nod.

"Whatever, I just thought I should tell you guys that’s all." The male Satyr shoved his friend’s hand away before straightening up his shirt.

"Well, His Highness is definitely participating in the tournament."

"Yeah, he will. After all, He’s the Dragon Queen’s son."

"Exactly, there’s no way he stays behind when the whole continent will be watching him."

"That’s so true." Everyone nodded their heads in agreement with their arms crossed across their chest, and elsewhere, a pair of centaur parents stood proudly in front of their son, helping him to adjust his armor straps.

"Oh my devi!! My son looks so cute."

"Indeed, but don’t you mean our son?"

"Hehehehe~ our little demon is all grown up now."

"I’m so proud of you."

"As you should be, my honey."

"I hope you impress our Queen."

"Me too, son, but remember, just being seen by her is a huge honor, okay?"

Their son nodded in understanding, and all three hugged each other as though they wouldn’t be seeing each other for years to come.

But not too far from where these three currently were, a small group of demons whispered excitedly with their eyes all gleaming in happiness.

"Did you hear?"

"Hear what?"

"I heard a Frost Demon carriage was seen flying over the capital a month ago."

"Oh my Devi... I heard that too."

"Its the princess, right?"

"I think so. After all, who else would it be?"

"Yeah, it has to be Princess Astrid Belphegor, and she got invited, personally, to the Dragon Queen’s castle."

"Wow, what an honor."

"Indeed, but it seems future alliances are already forming slowly underneath our very noses."

"Hm, do you think both His Highness and the princess would be getting married in the future?"

"Yeah, I think so."

"Hm, two future rulers with one having an affinity for fire magic while the other has an affinity for ice magic."

"I wonder what affinity their children would have."

"Yeah, I’m sure it would be both terrifying and beautiful.

"I can’t wait to see what the future has in store for us."

"Um, don’t you mean them?"

"Oh, yeah, you’re right. Oops."

Laughter rippled through the group. However, one of them wasn’t really smiling or laughing like the rest of the group.

"Who cares about their future marriage and future children right now. Marriage or not, what really matters is the tournament, and the tournament is going to decide everything."

"Yeah, you’re right."

"This tournament will finally settle the dispute of which kingdom on the continent is actually the greatest and strongest kingdom."

"Of course, it’s the Kingdom of House Gremory, and I’m sure they won’t disappoint us."

"I can’t wait to see the Dragon Prince fight."

"Me too."

"Me three!!"

"Me four!!!"

Everyone continued to share their opinions, but while they continued to do this, a certain group of trio succubi were lounging on a very soft and comfy cushion in a VIP booth of a special tavern.