In the VIP room, Fafner lay quietly on the sofa…
His loosened collar revealed half of his snow-white neck, with faint blue veins shimmering in the moonlight. White legs, tinged with reddish blood, peeked out from the folds of his skirt, like a sleeping elf from a fairy tale.
Lilith prepared a sobering potion, and after about an hour, Fafner slowly awoke from the sofa.
“How long did I sleep? What time is it?”
“Around three-thirty, I suppose.”
Mil sat on the opposite sofa, arms crossed, with a fierce expression:
“Fafner, do you know? Because you haven't been in contact with men for so long, you've developed severe gender identity disorder! You're almost unable to distinguish between the same and opposite sexes.”
“H-how is that possible?!”
Fafner retorted. Other races might have this possibility, but the Dragon Race absolutely could not!
However, Mil pulled his collar down, revealing teeth marks on his shoulder:
“Do you know what you did after you got drunk? Look for yourself, they’re all your bites! What normal man would rub and bite like a kitten? If this continues, you’ll turn into a sissy!”
Lilith’s eyes widened suddenly, and she quietly tugged at Mil’s clothes, whispering:
“That’s not right…”
“You don’t understand!”
Fafner covered his throbbing head, recalling what had happened earlier, vaguely remembering being pulled into the VIP room…
Suddenly, his face flushed, his pupils began to tremble, and his cherry-blossom lips were bitten white by himself:
“W-why would I do something like that?”
Mil, with his arms crossed, scoffed and said righteously:
“Hmph… Unable to interact with males of the same age like a normal person; prolonged exposure to this has led to cognitive impairment. Think about it yourself, whose fault is this?”
Fafner, his face flushed, felt his heart tremble…
Clearly, this was the result of the incorrect upbringing by that maid at home;
For such a situation to occur now was simply a disgrace to the Dragon Race!
Looking at Fafner’s pained and tormented expression, Mil could feel his inner struggle;
Who wouldn't break down over something like this?
This feeling can be cherished as a memory, but the boy was actually me!
Mil sighed, shook his head, and said disdainfully:
“It’s also because I am broad-minded. If it were another man who did such disgusting things to me, I would have twisted his head off and kicked it like a ball long ago!”
“I’m sorry!”
Fafner, overwhelmed with shame, lowered his head, tightly clutching his pleated skirt, his jade-white knees slightly reddened;
He hadn't drunk much, and his memories slowly surfaced. Remembering his every action in the cabinet, he felt like dying…
“Now do you understand why Alice said those things?”
“Mil, please… please don’t tell Alice!”
Saying this, Fafner suddenly looked up, his large, watery eyes glistening with tears.
Lilith leaned against the enamel-painted glass window, chuckling, and Mil curved his lips:
“It’s alright, there’s still time… as long as you obey me from now on, understand?”
Fafner nodded earnestly, as if grasping at a life-saving straw;
His eyes, filled with fear, seemed to be constantly repeating: “Don’t be gay!”
Mil, having succeeded in his scheme, estimated the time was right and nodded, saying:
“Alright, it’s getting late today, you should head back. I will arrange tasks and formulate plans for you to become a normal young man!”
Afterward, he sent Fafner back.
After sending Fafner off, on their way back, Lilith suddenly asked:
“Who told you that the Dragon Race would have a princess?”
“That… I cannot tell you.”
“Then do you know… her name? Maybe I can help you look her up?”
Lilith’s eyes held a smile, Mil hesitated for a moment, but still shook his head:
“No need, she’s most likely not born yet.”
Mil knew the history of the Dragon Race like the back of his hand. After the Saint Dragon Kingdom was torn apart, the Dragon Race each took sides, and the hero who joined the Abyss…
Was the fated Abyss Dragon—Hervit Gulfjord.
When she was born, all the Dragon Race heirs born before her were treated as “failures” and disposed of.
So, Fafner will die sooner or later. It’s better if he dies by my hand, at least I’ll give him a quick death!
After returning home, there was no need to sleep. Mil wrote a letter to Ibon, the Black Magician of the Black Forest…
As the omniscient and omnipotent Demon God's Child, he had already found a suitable candidate for the dragon heart: the soon-to-be-adult Dragon Race Prince!
It’s just that Ibon didn’t have a tool like the succubus book, so he could only ask the Succubus Daughter to help deliver the letter.
Facts proved that human energy is limited…
After a hard night’s work, Mil fell into a state of lethargy the next day.
It would be great if he could find Meridiana, the Succubus Daughter.
Succubi can absorb men’s energy and also give energy to others in reverse. If he remembered correctly, this was a setting in the game…
In the Grand Cathedral, the Cardinal was still proclaiming the power of the Main God:
“…Our Main God is omniscient and omnipotent!”
“I have a question!”
In the crowd, someone suddenly raised his hand, with a mischievous smile, and the Cardinal showed a benevolent smile:
“Mil, please speak.”
“Can our Main God create a stone that even he himself cannot lift?”
Hearing this question, the surrounding people gasped and began to discuss animatedly;
But the Cardinal, sitting beneath the statue of the god, not only wasn’t embarrassed but let out a hearty laugh:
“Hahaha! As expected of Mil, you’ve discovered the crux of the problem! And this question is also very clever!”
After speaking, he nodded earnestly:
“The answer is yes!”
“Since there is a stone in the world that even he himself cannot lift, is he still omnipotent?”
Mil continued to press with ill intent, but the Cardinal, full of smiles, opened the thick holy scripture in his hand and said:
“Mil asks well! Our Main God cannot go against his own words, otherwise, the Abyss would have ceased to exist long ago.”
Saying this, he raised his hand and waved towards Mil, speaking in a resonant voice to the crowd:
“This brings us to what we will discuss next… But before that, let us first give a round of applause to Mil!”
In an instant, applause rained down, long and unceasing…
Mil sat dumbfounded in the crowd, smiling more terribly than crying.
From transmigrating until now, it’s not that things haven’t gone smoothly, but rather that nothing has gone as planned;
For this reason, subsequent actions must be even more cautious and meticulous!
To improve the quality of Fafner’s dragon heart, Mil had already set his sights on a task from the Adventurers' Association—
Reversing the underground palace of the dissolution cave, an ancient dragon ruin.
It would be best to bring Fafner along.