Even If I'm Reborn as a Cute Dragon Girl, I Will Still Make a Harem-Chapter 100Book 6: : Questions

The black crystal shattered.

A fiery red figure, bloodied yet radiating supreme majesty, staggered forward.

The Dragon Queen raised her hand toward Gerald. From her mangled palm, boundless light erupted once more.

“DAMN IT!”

Gerald’s face went pale as he snapped around, using every ounce of strength left in him to shield his vital points.

At the same time, he whipped his head toward Lilith and roared, “What are you standing there for? Use the Black Crystal again! Stop her! Stop her!”

But someone moved faster.

In an instant, she appeared before Lilith. Without certainty of a fatal strike, she chose instead to pull the stunned girl into her arms.

The Dragon Queen gently stroked the girl’s head, breathing in her familiar, sweet scent. Her hand then tightened into a fist, and she tapped the girl lightly on the forehead.

“Lilith, how long do you plan to keep being so mischievous?” she asked softly.

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“It’s so dark.”

Wandering through endless darkness, Lilith sighed. “Did someone blind me? But who could possibly bear to poison someone as adorable, beautiful, and graceful as me?”

She scratched her head, thoroughly puzzled.

Because aside from being adorable, beautiful, and graceful, she remembered absolutely nothing else.

Ah, she did remember her name.

*Li… Lith. Hmm, what a lovely name!*

She grinned in delight.

It was at that moment that she noticed a light in the distance.

“Looks like I’m not blind after all. Thank goodness.”

Lilith patted her flat chest in relief.

If she really had gone blind, she wouldn’t be able to admire her own lovely, beautiful, dignified, and graceful self. The thought alone was terrifying.

“So yeah, I hate the dark. I can’t see anything in the dark,” she muttered to herself as she walked toward the faint light. 𝙛𝒓𝒆𝙚𝒘𝒆𝓫𝙣𝓸𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝒄𝒐𝓶

It looked close, but the more she walked, the farther it seemed.

She kept going for what felt like forever, drenched in sweat and panting, until she finally reached the source of the glow.

It was a streetlamp, hanging awkwardly from a utility pole plastered with old flyers.

Beneath it stood a massive cardboard box, nearly as tall as two of her stacked together.

A wobbly drawing of a door and two windows was sketched on it in black ink. It looked like a child’s doodle.

“Knock knock. Anyone home?” Lilith randomly asked, knocking on the painted door.

“Come in.”

With a creak, the crooked door actually swung open.

*Wait—it’s a real door?*

Lilith glanced around, rubbing her chin in thought. She still couldn’t figure out how such a shabbily drawn door, like something painted by someone with Parkinson’s, could open and close normally.

“What are you standing there for? Come in,” a lazy voice called from inside.

Lilith followed it in.

Amidst a mountain of discarded boxes, old books, soda bottles, and broken appliances lay a gaunt old man.

“Old Man…?”

The moment Lilith saw him, a flood of memories surged back, playing like a movie through her mind.

Old Man… No, he preferred being called Old Gentleman because he believed he was a man of elegance and wit—a misunderstood gentleman.

He was the most important person in the life of a boy named Tadashi.

When Tadashi was starving and wandering the streets, it was Old Gentleman who took him in.

He became the single most important piece in the boy’s short, uneventful life.

For a long time, Tadashi had no one else.

“Tsk, tsk, tsk… so you’ve finally taken this path after all?”

The old man lay atop his pile of junk, eyeing Lilith with a knowing grin.

“I knew you wouldn’t be able to resist. It was only a matter of time.”

“What do you mean?” Lilith blinked, genuinely confused.

“Because you couldn’t get enough of pretty girls, so you turned yourself into one, huh?”

The old man clapped his hands in sudden realization. “If you can’t solve the problem, just change the problem. You know what? That’s actually a pretty good solution.”

“Good my a̲s̲s̲! I had my reasons, okay!”

Lilith snatched a mineral water bottle from the ground and hurled it at him. Then she froze.

Wait, what was the reason she became like this again? It felt important, but she couldn’t remember.

*Ah, well. Forget it.*

The girl quickly brushed aside the bothersome thought.

The old man let the bottle hit him square in the face, wearing an exaggeratedly mocking expression.

“Oh you do? Looks like the surgery went great. Which hospital did it?”

“Get lost. I didn’t go to any hospital.”

“Not a hospital?” The old man gasped. “You mean you went to Thailand…? No wonder the results are this good. The pros there really know their stuff.”

“Forget it. I don’t feel like explaining.”

Lilith gave up, drained.

It had always been this way. No matter what, she could never win against this old man. Not once, right up to the very end.

“Oh, right. Where even am I?”

Lilith glanced around. “Why’s it so dark outside? There’s not a single star in the sky. And where did you even find such a huge cardboard box? Plus all this junk… How did you manage to haul so much with those twigs you call limbs?”

“You wanna know?” The old man sat up, a sly smile creeping across his face—one that sent a chill down Lilith’s spine. “Then you’ll have to answer my questions first.”

“…I knew it.” Lilith sighed in defeat. “Fine. Ask away. I’m in a hurry, though…”

She paused. Wait… Why was she in a hurry?

“First question.” The old man cleared his throat, then asked solemnly, “Lilith, are you happy?”

“Happy?” Lilith tilted her head, digging through her mind for an answer. But it was blank. Completely empty. Naturally, she couldn’t find this thing called happiness. “I guess… maybe…?”

“Maybe?”

“I don’t know.” She shook her head, baffled. “I don’t even know what happiness is.”

“Is that so?” The old man sighed softly. “Then, second question.”

“There’s a second one?!”

“What did you expect?” The old man grinned mischievously. “Did you really think I’d let you off that easy?”

“Tsk.” Lilith clicked her tongue, annoyed. “Fine, but this is the last one you get to ask.”

“No problem, no problem.” Rubbing his hands together, the old man leaned forward with a lecherous grin. “So… second question: have you achieved the goal you originally set for yourself?”

“Goal? What goal?”

“What other goal could there be? Obviously, to start your own harem!” The old man slapped his knee in excitement. “What else could be a real man’s ultimate dream in this world? Though you’re hardly a man anymore, knowing you, that must’ve been your life’s creed, right?”

“…Uh.”

“Right?!” He craned his neck toward her, smiling expectantly as he repeated, “Right?!”