Even If I'm Reborn as a Cute Dragon Girl, I Will Still Make a Harem-Chapter 52Book 6: : Tombstone

“Ridiculous. Are you fake too?”

Frustrated for reasons she couldn’t quite name, Lilith slammed her fist against the Dragon Monolith. The golden surface shimmered faintly, easily absorbing the full impact of her blow.

Not a single speck of dust shook loose. The massive structure remained standing firmly, as if mocking her outburst.

“Even this stupid monolith dares to mock me now?”

Lilith’s eyes reddened with irritation. She raised her hand again.

A black flame surged forth, ready to devour everything in its path. With a single command from Lilith, it would instantly reduce the dragons’ greatest treasure to dust. But in the end, the flame halted, less than an inch from the monolith.

Lilith couldn’t bring herself to do it, because what was the point? Even if she vented all her anger, what would it change? It would make her seem even more laughable.

She lowered her hand in resignation, and the black flame died down in her palm.

Slowly, she descended back onto that lonely stretch of land.

“So this is what it means to know partial truth? It only raises more questions. Just one mystery after another… Always keeping me guessing. Is that supposed to be fun?” she muttered.

Lilith felt nothing but frustration, anger and confusion.

She turned and angrily shouted into the empty space ahead, “Why can’t you all just be direct? Am I really that fragile in your eyes?”

Her words hung in the air, until a helpless sigh finally answered her.

“Look behind you, Princess Lilith.”

“Huh?” It was an incredibly familiar voice. Lilith was sure she had heard it before, but she couldn’t recall who it belonged to. And the more she focused, the more voices she heard, overlapping each other.

She turned slowly toward the source. Behind her… There was no one.

Faint silhouettes surrounded her. Their faces were blurry, only vague outlines could be discerned.

“You guys…” Lilith spoke without thinking, the words escaping her lips. But the moment they did, something was stirred awake.

A breeze rose from nowhere, blowing through the desolate space. It swept over the grass, lifted the sand, and rustled the leaves. The phantoms began to fade. One by one, they scattered like dust on the wind.

“Farewell, Your Highness.”

The whisper was faint, but Lilith heard it clearly.

“Wait!”

Lilith reached out, trying to grab those phantoms. But the gentle wind turned violent. As if willed by something, grains of sand and blades of grass hit her face with precision, forcing her to instinctively shut her eyes.

*”Remember to eat well, even when you’re alone.”*

*”Don’t forget to eat your veggies. I think they taste awful too, but they’re good for your body.”*

*”Don’t hit people in the face again, it hurts real bad.”*

*”I’m sorry I always made you angry because of my stupidity.”*

*”Its sucks that I couldn’t make it in time to give you my gift.”*

*”There’s no need be afraid of anyone, Your Highness.”*

One by one, the faint voices reached her again. They no longer overlapped.

And with every voice, a face surfaced in her mind—faces that had once frustrated her, tested her patience… but had come to mean everything.

At last, the voices joined together once more, speaking in unison.

“Thank you for remembering us. Farewell, our eternal Highness.”1

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“Wait!” Lilith shouted, panic rising in her voice.

She forced her eyes open, but all she saw was the pure white sky above her head, and the trembling hand she had instinctively reached out to grab something that was no longer there.

Her fingers opened and closed… but caught only emptiness.

“Did I… fall asleep?”

She realized she was lying on the ground, and it felt like she had just woken from a dream.

“That… was a dream?”

But could dreams feel that real? She touched her face, and felt a stream of warm liquid running down her cheek. She cried.

She hadn’t even shed a single tear even when all her limbs had been torn apart, even when she had been impaled. Yet, here she was, crying over a dream.

“Huh? That’s strange… what was it about? Why can’t I remember?”

She tried to wipe her face, but the more she wiped, the wetter her cheeks were. It was as if all the tears she had never shed in her life had decided to pour out now, all at once.

“I can’t even remember the dream… so why does it hurt this much?”

A sadness deeper than anything she had known clutched her heart. It was the kind of pain one feels only when they’d lost something truly important. But what had she lost?

With her blurry vision, Lilith glanced down at the stone tablets beneath her feet.

She didn’t know why those tombstone-like things would be the first thing she looked at. It was almost as if they were attracting her.

It was at this moment, she saw the words inscribed on them.

*Huh? Words? Haven’t they all been blank before?*

Lilith quickly wiped her tears and scrambled forward.

Brushing away the dust covering the stone tablets, she saw the writing—deep crimson, like fresh blood. 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝒆𝒘𝙚𝓫𝙣𝙤𝒗𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢

*”Akarin.”*

It was carved plainly into the stone.

“What…?” She couldn’t believe her eyes. “Why… why is Akarin’s name here?” Her body began to tremble. “No… No. I must be seeing it wrong. It has to be a mistake…”

Desperate to prove herself wrong, Lilith shifted her gaze to the stone tablet beside it. She didn’t even need to brush off the dust. The large, blood-red letters stood out starkly against the stone.

*”Fenice.”*

Next.

*”Taylor.”*

Next.

*”Garett.”*

Next.

*”Dorland…”*

They were all familiar names. Each hit her like a dagger, stabbing into her soul. Lilith dragged herself weakly from one tablet to the next. There were about a thousand of them—the exact number of dragons she knew were still alive.

And every single stone tablet bore a name she recognized. Every single one… except for three. Queen Regalis, Gerald the Dragon Ancestor, and herself.

“What is this supposed to mean? Are they all dead?” Lilith clenched her fists tight and gritted her teeth, refusing to believe what she was seeing. “No… No! I just saw them not long ago!”

About a month ago, just before the second round of the Martial God Tournament, those idiots had thrown a festival for her to experience.

Sure, it had felt a little sudden, a little strange in hindsight… but it was just a month ago!

And now she was supposed to believe that that bunch of idiots—who were always causing her trouble, but who also truly treated her like family—were dead? Not only that, they had also been buried with their tombstones carved?

*This can’t be real!*