Leia’s smile was radiant. By all rights, there should have been some kind of trap waiting at a moment like this. Xuefei grew even more cautious, but once the topic of the Demon God King passed, that peculiar sensation vanished entirely…
Xuefei finally breathed a sigh of relief.
Leia was at Super Tier Layer 3, while she herself was probably around Layer 2.
…This was the Camiran Continent, home to the mightiest Dark Filth—bloodthirsty and lording over the world. In her presence, all the evils of creation were no different from a newborn babe, an unopened flower bud, or a mere seed. And she was only Super Tier Layer 1.
Yet Xuefei was a Super Tier Layer 2 Evil Dragon Girl who had surpassed that!
The little loli before her was merely Soul Tier Layer 3. Back in her First Playthrough days, Xuefei wouldn’t have spared her a second glance.
After all, Xuefei was the one who had accomplished that miracle in her human days—reaching Soul Tier Layer 6 with nothing but a mortal body. Put another way, even an A-Rank World would be a cakewalk for her.
“Leia, now you know just how amazing I am, right?”
“Of course! Our Little Xuefei is a one-in-a-billion powerhouse. Oh, and it’s even more than that these days. Not only is your battle prowess off the charts, but you can pop out endless little evil dragons too.”
The mention of “little dragons” made Xuefei’s cheeks burn red.
Even ordinary evil dragons could grow into Super Tier Layer 1 powerhouses. That meant every one of her babies—the kind she’d cradle in her arms as they mewled for milk—could spawn an S-Rank world of conquest difficulty. Xuefei could already picture the overlords of those worlds beholding her suckling endlessly at “Mama’s” breast. She itched to hatch those little dragons right then and there.
At the same time, she instinctively rested a hand on her flat belly.
It felt so empty inside.
Ever since laying the dragon egg, an inexplicable void had gnawed at her.
She needed to clutch that egg… or fill the emptiness with something else.
Leia and Xuefei’s banter had apparently left the little girl Mira at the next table feeling ignored. Small hands with frilly cuffs planted on her slender hips, she bared her tigerish fangs and snapped:
“Hey! Are you even listening to me?!”
“I am, I am. So, who’s your mom? You look kinda familiar,” Xuefei said, tilting her head with big-sister gentleness. Her expression was so warm and tender that Mira almost glimpsed her own mother in it.
But…
That woman was infuriating—not even letting her go out to play!
Good thing she was cleverer. After school, she’d slipped away with some flimsy excuse. Right now, that dimwit probably thought she was just over at a classmate’s house!
The one downside? The butler had tailed her.
Still, after some back-and-forth, the butler had agreed not to rat her out to Mom. Which meant she could play out here as long as possible!
Hmph…
Who asked her to coop me up like a good little girl every single day? She’d snagged a gold award now—no way was she rotting at home!
“My mom?” Mira puffed up with pride, eyebrows arched high. There wasn’t a shred of guilt or remorse for ditching her mother. If anything, escaping her “control” filled her with smug triumph.
“She’s just some small-time loser. Nothing measures up to me, Mira! Know this—I’m a Soul Tier Layer 3 powerhouse already. Someday, I’ll become the Demon King. No… a king even stronger than her!”
“You mustn’t say such things, Miss,” the butler murmured, dipping her head low. The waitress had gone ghostly pale, but the butler had woes of her own she couldn’t voice—utterly clueless about the catastrophe her young charge might unleash.
The butler glanced around nervously, only relaxing once she’d confirmed no eavesdroppers lurked nearby.
Xuefei snickered.
If those words reached the Demon King—or the Dragon King—she’d be looking at decades in a cell at minimum. Defiant attitude? Straight to the execution block.
Talk about a reckless little loli. Sure, youthful bravado was one thing, but brazenly vowing to topple the Demon King? Way too insolent.
Unless…
Unless she had ties to the Demon King herself. Say, a distant kin to the Demon King’s own daughter. That would explain the talent.
But that head of pink hair? Hard not to link it to that bubbly girl… And if Xuefei wasn’t mistaken, she’d masked her looks somehow—illusion makeup, or hiding racial tells. Whatever. Xuefei couldn’t be bothered to call her out.
“Mira,” Xuefei said, keeping up her big-sister vibe as she faced the loli. The silver-haired girl’s solemn look brought a fleeting blush to Mira’s cheeks.
“Why not aim higher? Target the Dragon King. Seize your chance to surpass that evil dragon. What do you say?”
Xuefei dropped a bombshell with her words, causing even the two Iron Wing soldiers standing at the door to shudder, as if they had suffered a significant blow. If they could, they really wanted to leave this place, but as Mira’s guards, failing to perform their duties faithfully would absolutely result in them being fired by that guy—or even thrown into prison…
Leia’s gaze suddenly sharpened.
Good grief, Mira was spouting nonsense about the Demon King, and now you, Xuefei, are even questioning the Dragon King’s rule?
As expected.
Xuefei was seducing her, trying to get her pregnant, and then give birth to a squad of cute daughters.
“D-Dragon… Dragon King?!” Mira’s mouth fell open. Her little hands suddenly released from her waist as she shook her head vigorously. Her heart-shaped tail whipped back and forth, betraying her terrified state of mind.
“That thing… w-we’d better forget it… That’s Lady Dragon King. We can’t beat her.”
“Who says so?” Xuefei crossed one leg clad in white stockings over the other. “You need to have more confidence. The Dragon King and all that—put in some effort, and you can totally beat her~”
“No way…”
Mira knew that although she was very arrogant, she was definitely not stupid!
Who was the Dragon King?
She was the Demon King of Demon Kings, the nightmare of the Camiran Continent, the strongest one who made all Demon Kings willingly submit under her skirts!
It wasn’t that she couldn’t have rebellious thoughts, but there was no reason for such ideas to arise.
Moreover, Lady Dragon King even had a Dragon Consort whose strength far surpassed the Demon King’s! If possible, Mira wanted to idolize them rather than set them as goals to strive for. Making plans for unattainable dreams wasn’t the behavior of a future Demon King.
However, what she didn’t know was that Xuefei was simply trying to tease this little Dragon King fan.
Mira could never imagine that the Dark Filth King whom Xuefei looked down upon was the smiling big sister just a few steps away.
She wasn’t the least bit angry about Xuefei’s behavior. Instead, she began pondering whether Xuefei needed her to do something for her…
As expected of Xuefei.
But Leia still wanted Xuefei to say it to her face: she could always put a little dragon in Xuefei’s belly. She hadn’t done so last night purely out of consideration for Xuefei’s feelings.
Now it seemed there was no need to hold back at all!
“What a shame…”
Xuefei sighed, both at Leia’s indifferent reaction and at Mira’s lack of appreciation.
This little loli, however, shook her skirt and asked incredulously, “Does that mean… you two are close with the Dragon King?”
“Well…”
“Creak~”
Before she could answer, Xuefei was drawn by the sound of the door opening.
It wasn’t the deliberately restrained sound itself, but the enormous magic power emanating from that person. Preliminary judgment: no less than Soul Tier Layer 6—that is, Demon King level strength…
At this moment, Mira’s face turned ghastly pale. Her crimson little eyes mechanically turned toward the front door. Her thighs clamped together, her mouth twisted into a wavy line, and she trembled.
“Mira?”
The girl’s voice wavered between maturity and playfulness, yet carried obvious anxiety.
Xuefei recognized the owner of the voice before even seeing the waist-length red hair tied in two long braids.
It was a fox—or more precisely, a fox from the Fox Clan who had become a demon.
Her fluffy tail swayed left and right, her fuzzy fox ears blending seamlessly with her hair. Her gothic-style backless long dress bloomed like a red rose. Upon closer inspection, aside from the unhidden fox traits, she was essentially a grown-up version of Mira.
And Mira herself locked eyes with her in the next second.
“M-Mother… Lady Mother…”
Xuefei sighed.
As expected, it was her. No wonder she looked so familiar…
Demon King Mitrice.
It looks like you’ve been brought into the second playthrough too?
