The Red Dragon Just Wants To Do As It Pleases-Chapter 552: Extra: Love at First Sight (Requested by Patron You Su Fox)_2

In that case, it's still a prayer, no matter whom you pray to.

What's wrong with praying to Pafila?

It's not like you'll get struck by lightning.

But once Pafila seriously took on the role of priest for these Elf sailors, she realized she'd underestimated the issue...

Hearing the hurried footsteps behind her, Pafila turned around with a cold face and greeted weakly:

"You guys coming for confession again? How many times have I said..." She had emphasized multiple times that she was just a half-baked priest who knew some [Healing Techniques], not taking on counseling jobs.

Unless...

The Elf sailor promptly stuffed a Dewensen Silver Coin into her hand, and Pafila immediately changed her tone:

"Alright, let's hear your confession."

"Priest Pafila, I have sinned..."

"Oh?" Pafila perked up her ears slightly in view of the silver coin.

"I woke up this morning to find I had a wet dream."

Pafila took a deep breath, and for the sake of the silver coin, she consoled him:

"That's a normal physiological phenomenon, the Gods wouldn't blame you for it."

"But last night, it seems I dreamed about you, Pafila..."

"..." Pafila resisted the urge to revert to her original form and sweep the blasphemous long-eared fellow into the sea with her tail, raising her hand to point at the azure ocean.

The Elf contemplated, suddenly enlightened, and rubbed his hands:

"Priest Pafila, you're saying... the pure waves will wash away my blasphemy against you?"

"I'm telling you to drop dead!!!" Feeling her tender heart was desecrated, Pafila nearly roared.

"Yes! Priest Pafila!!!" As if granted amnesty, the Elf sailor immediately leaped off the deck.

Though acquainted with the pride of this military chaplain, the familiar Elves knew that despite the harsh words, she wouldn't genuinely want him dead over such a minor offense.

"Priest Pafila, I have sinned..." Another Elf presented a silver coin.

"Speak, what sins are you confessing this time?"

"While we were bathing, a bathmate accidentally slipped."

"What about the Elf? I'll cast a [Healing Technique]..." Pafila paused, realizing something was amiss.

If it were merely a slip, then what sin was this Elf confessing?

Under Pafila's increasingly piercing gaze, the Elf nervously confessed:

"And then... we accidentally... slipped in..."

"...Accidentally? Aha!" Pafila suddenly laughed in a deep tone.

Then abruptly drew the Alchemy Crossbow from her waist and started shooting at the fleeing Elves' behinds:

"Good one, accidentally!!! Today, I, Pafila, shall cleanse these deranged pests for the Gods!"

Seeing the priest's righteous judgment about to befall one Elf after another, a limping Elf emerged from the cabin, promptly kneeling before Pafila, wailing:

"Priest Pafila! Stop, please stop!

"Actually, that slip was intentional on my part!!!

"I merely...

"I acted out of Jealousy, Jealousy that they only ogled at your rear end!!!"

"..." Thunderstruck, Pafila fell silent for three whole seconds.

Then immediately turned the crossbow towards this trickster.

But was swiftly halted with all might by the Elves. 𝘧𝓇𝑒𝑒𝑤ℯ𝑏𝓃𝘰𝑣ℯ𝘭.𝘤ℴ𝘮

Subsequently, pooling together the funds from half the ship's Elves, sufficient Dewensen Gold Coin penalty money was collected.

With the coin's intervention, Pafila forgave the wide-ranging XP Elves and performed an emergency rectal tightening assistant technique with [Holy Light Technique] for the Elf whose bleeding wouldn't stop.

Pafila dared swear to Bahamut.

This was absolutely not to make it easier for those damned Elves to blaspheme each other.

It simply was because the Elf's trauma was severe.

In this damp sea environment, if the injury kept worsening, the Elf would die.

Especially with potential clashes with the Drow imminent.

As part of the ship, Pafila knew the importance of prioritizing.

Finally subdued after a bombardment of gold coins, Pafila heard a relatively serious confession prayer.

At least this time, the subject wasn't coveting her beauty:

"Priest Pafila, I wish to confess to you and the Gods, I... might have fallen in love at first sight with a different race."

Suffering prolonged mental pollution from this bunch of perverted Elves, Pafila finally regarded the Elf before her with new interest:

"Oh? What kind of lady? Human or Naga?"

"Dragon."

"..." Pafila only felt her rear tense.

She knew this bunch of perverted Elves was up to no good!!!

"I've fallen in love with a Red Dragon at first sight."

"?" Pafila first paused.

Oh, so it's not someone spying her sneaking off naked for a night run on the sea in her true form.

"Red Dragon?" Finding it incredible, Pafila sized up the brave Elf before her.

With this frame, the entire Elf could crawl into the female Red Dragon's cloaca, yet the other party might not even feel it.

"Yes, her name is Pafila. She's a newly matured female Red Dragon, possessing a pair of beautiful horns, stunning fiery red scales, and a graceful, powerful outline..."

Residing as a Dragon too, Pafila could naturally conjure up the described charm in her mind, yet she felt more and more like her scales were standing up...

Were a Dragon to discover an Elf's beauty, it wouldn't surprise Pafila the least.