Even If I'm Reborn as a Cute Dragon Girl, I Will Still Make a Harem-Chapter 49Book 6: : No Response

Black flames clung to the surface of the massive semi-dome barrier, spreading in a widening ring.

With a low sizzling noise, the black flames “gnawed” away the powerful barrier—meant to isolate the island from the rest of the world—slowly forming a circular hole in it.

It looked like the opening of an archway.

Lilith stepped toward it, and in that instant, the world before her shifted.

A vast island came into view.

“Dragon Island… I’m back!” Lilith raised her voice, announcing her return to the vast island. But there was no reply. “…Is no one really here?”

Floating high above, Lilith gazed down on the island.

From this height, the massive landmass resembled a dead leaf drifting on the sea.

Its jagged coastline was lined with cliffs and reefs, and a few patches of the beach were strangely covered in frost and snow, peppered with jagged ice crystals that jutted up like broken glass shards.

They were probably left by some idiot dragon who liked sunbathing on the beach.

But now, there was only silence, save for the sound of waves. It wasn’t just the beach. The whole of Dragon Island was enveloped in an eerie stillness. It was nothing like the “noisy chaos” she remembered.

For dragons, who were ruthless to their own kind, chaos and noise were part of their daily lives.

If Lilith had ever woken up to find the dragons acting like refined nobles, she would have assumed the apocalypse was near. But the dragons hadn’t become polite ladies and gentlemen. They had simply vanished.

Not a single one was in sight.

“Did everyone really leave?” Lilith murmured.

What was the point of fighting so hard to come back here?

No, it was not pointless.

Lilith’s eyes swept over the familiar landscape—it matched everything that was etched into her memory and carved deep into her bones. At the very least, she had proven one thing. It wasn’t her who was wrong. It was the world.

Dragons were real. They weren’t a figment of her imagination, or the result of tampered memories. The things she held dear in her deepest memories weren’t false. They were real.

“But why isn’t there a single dragon on Dragon Island?”

Lilith landed on the island she knew so well. It was still the same—overgrown with towering trees and thorny underbrush. But in the middle of that wild jungle were several maintained pathways, winding through the overgrowth. 𝒻𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝘯𝘰𝑣ℯ𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝘮

Dragons didn’t need paths because they could fly. They were massive and their scales made them impervious to poisonous vines or sharp thorns. So there was only one reason for so many paths to exist on Dragon Island: Princess Lilith—the one who could only exist in human form.

These paths had been meticulously maintained. Vines that normally grew like living serpents stopped at the edges of the stone walkways, as if held back by an invisible force.

The stones were flat and weathered, their surfaces carefully polished—just enough to stay even, but not so smooth as to become slippery, even in a torrential downpour.

Lilith followed the path. The sound of her leather shoes tapping against the stone echoed like percussion beats through the silence. She wasn’t masking her presence and she certainly made quite a huge commotion when she barged her way in here.

And yet… no dragons appeared.

Were they all gone?

No. That was a comforting lie, perhaps a way to soothe the sting of being denied entry. Lilith knew full well that not all dragons enjoyed wandering the world. There were some who never left this island.

One of them was the right-hand man of the queen, Akarin.

Fenice had once whispered to her in secret that Akarin had never left Dragon Island—at least, she had never seen him leave since the day she was born.

It seemed like Akarin had no interest in the outside world. He remained on this vast, unchanging island, fulfilling his duties with unwavering loyalty. That was why the other dragons gave him nicknames like “Old Geezer” and “Dragon Tomb”.

Lilith had asked him about it once. He only smiled, then left those who gave him the nicknames on the summit of Dragon Valley for a long time.

“Akarin, are you there?” Lilith yelled, but there was still no answer. “Oh, I see. You guys are playing hide and seek with me, huh?” she muttered, narrowing her eyes.

Then she huffed with mock menace. “Fine. You better hide really well, because if I find you, you’re dead meat. I’ll make sure you guys suffer under my new tickling torture!”

With that declaration, she strode deeper into Dragon Island.

At the heart of the island stood a towering peak, its summit hidden in the clouds and capped in snow all year round. Despite its size, it wasn’t called a mountain. It was called Dragon Valley.

That was because the mountain’s heart was hollowed out—like a crater left by a long-forgotten volcanic eruption.

Instead of filling with water, the interior had collapsed into a massive depression like a valley raised high above the ground. The inner walls of the valley were lined with caves. These oddly shaped and modified caves were the warm little homes of the dragons.

Lilith went into the Dragon Valley, picked a random cave and walked right in.

For dragons, home didn’t require a door. Instead, they relied on cruel and creative traps to welcome their “best friends” who came to visit.

But a few years ago, one specific restriction had been implemented in every trap: Any female under 40 kilograms and shorter than 1.4 meters would not trigger the mechanisms.

Since then, incidents of sweet-looking, (fake) lolis with manly hearts sneaking in to stab their neighbors in the butt at midnight had skyrocketed.

Even as recognition magic advanced and disguise techniques improved, that restriction was never lifted.

And now…

“Yup. Still hasn’t been lifted.” Lilith stepped inside, but no trap was triggered. But the caves were still empty.

“Huh… weird.” Lilith looked around and walked around the cave. She eventually found one problem—it was too empty. There was nothing in the cave. No furniture, no decorations, not even the faintest sign of life.

Although dragons didn’t need furniture, this cavern had nothing. Lilith couldn’t even find anything that sparkled in there. It was just too weird.

Maybe some dragon got tired of shiny things? Maybe they’ve fallen in love with contemporary grays?

Lilith looked at the thick dust covering the floor, then decided to move on to the next cave. It was also empty and dusty. This wasn’t a case of changed taste… It felt more like these caves had never been inhabited by dragons at all.