Please Bully Me, Miss Villainess!

Chapter 250 : The Clouds Part and the Mist Clears

—Whoosh!!

Just as Bebe was about to approach, a silver-white shadow rushed out from the thick mist by the pool like a hurricane, nearly—

"Waaah—Eh??"

Held up by her tail, the little one blinked blankly.

"Amazing... Bebe suddenly ran from there to here—"

"This is not a game!"

Elsa rebuked in a low voice.

She was also somewhat anxious.

If she hadn't been quick-witted and swiftly cast a spatial spell, this child would have been sent flying by the dragon's tail covered in hard scales. Although swift wind dragons aren't considered large magical beasts, an adult swift wind dragon is still dozens of times larger than a small child. Combined with those claws that could easily cut through rock and scales as sharp as blades, if she had been careless at all, her daughter would have lost her life.

"Uuu..."

However, a little scare did have some benefits. The little one finally behaved, no longer running around as if her feet had wheels, and hung back on Elsa's shoulder.

Before them, the silver swift wind dragon opened its mouth full of serrated teeth, hissing and exhaling. Its golden pupils contracted, fixating on the humans before it, its gaze full of hostility.

"Mama... this dragon seems very angry... Why?"

"...It probably misunderstood."

Although Elsa appeared very calm on the surface when answering her daughter's question, she felt her heart racing—

It really is it!

The silver-white scales, the shape of the slender tail and the spikes at its tip—and that sharp gaze when entering a combat state... It was undoubtedly the Sphinx she knew!

However... the current Sphinx didn't recognize her, and seemed to regard her as the culprit who had harmed it and its kin.

Elsa noticed that besides Sphinx, dozens of pairs of sharp vertical pupils with reflective gleams lit up in the surrounding mist.

This number... Not good... There were likely even more behind them.

Feeling the situation becoming thorny, to show she had no ill intent, Elsa took a step back with Bebe.

'If you simply retreat, the swift wind dragon will see it as cowardice and submission, giving it the impression that its master might not be as strong as itself. To prevent them from becoming overbearing later, during this process, you must firmly stare into its eyes—'

Recalling Yvonne's guidance,

While retreating, Elsa kept her gaze fixed on Sphinx's eyes.

This tactic indeed worked. Sphinx remained vigilantly in place, facing off against her at the increased distance.

"Sss-hwoah—"

Sphinx was undoubtedly the leader of this dragon pack. Seeing Elsa retreat, it let out a long call, and the dragons that had been lurking in the thick mist also stopped advancing.

"That's right... I'm not here to fight you or claim territory, nor do I want to harm your kin."

Elsa tried to make her voice as clear as possible, hoping to convey her meaning more distinctly.

Swift wind dragons tamed by humans can understand commands issued by their masters and even simple human language, but this might not be the case in their wild state.

Even if the exact meaning couldn't be conveyed, the emotions contained in language could be transmitted to some extent.

This was also humanity's greatest weapon.

Now, to make the dragon pack trust her, it seemed the only way was...

Elsa took out her spare knife, then rolled up her sleeve and extended her hand.

"Bebe, cover your eyes."

"Umm?"

Although very curious about what Mama was going to do next, Bebe still complied, obediently placing her little hands over her face.

What she was about to do wasn't something good for a child to see, after all. It might leave psychological trauma or cause nightmares.

Elsa pressed the tip of the dagger into her elbow.

The intense pain as the knife pierced her skin made her whole body tremble, but she still gritted her teeth and drew a line of blood.

The fresh blood quickly flowed down her arm, seeping into the soil.

Sphinx was also stunned, clearly not understanding what the human girl before it was trying to do.

She hadn't expected this special constitution of hers would come in handy again.

Recalling past events, Elsa felt somewhat emotional.

Then, she took a deep breath and extended her hand towards the cursed young dragon.

"Woah...!"

Bebe witnessed this miraculous scene through her parted fingers.

The curses surrounding the young dragon all left their weakened host, drilling into the wound on Elsa's hand.

"...It's done."

After absorbing all the black mist, Elsa finally used healing magic to smooth over the wound on her arm, leaving only a scar.

However, it would take about two or three months for the scar to fade and disappear completely.

Thinking of this, Elsa felt quite dejected.

Although this technique was very convenient, it carried this irreversible risk.

She had wanted to be clean and unblemished when she went to meet Yvonne... It wouldn't be good if she saw wounds on her body.

"Gu-hwoah..."

Under Sphinx's watchful gaze, the young dragon wobbled to its feet in the spring water.

It stretched its slender little neck, exploring its body left and right. Realizing its body had recovered, it began to run around unsteadily. It rushed to Sphinx, affectionately rubbing its little head against Sphinx's leg.

Sphinx also lowered its head gently, licking the little one's wet body.

"So it's a dragon mama and baby~"

Perched on her shoulder, Bebe was also captivated by the sight, letting out a small exclamation.

In her magical beast studies course, Elsa remembered reading this description in the magical beast encyclopedia:

Swift wind dragons are a matriarchal species, with the strongest alpha female dragon becoming the leader of the group. She also bears the responsibility of nurturing the offspring.

Sphinx is a mother dragon, so this little one is probably its offspring?

Just as Elsa was making this guess, an even more surprising scene unfolded: Several young dragons, bouncing like little deer, emerged from the gradually thinning mist. Each of them bore, to varying degrees, silver-white scales like Sphinx.

The young dragon she had just saved was the only one with silver-white scales covering its entire body, just like its mother.

However, there was a slightly different aspect—The round protrusions on top of the little one's head—where horns would grow in the near future, shimmered faintly with a golden hue.

This one's magical aptitude was clearly different from the others, several levels higher. Given time, it would surely become a swift wind dragon as excellent as its mother, or even surpass her.

The little dragons began to chase and play, biting each other's tails.

Watching this heartwarming scene, Elsa unconsciously revealed a gratified expression.

If Yvonne knew Sphinx had given birth to so many cubs, she would be overjoyed.

If only she were here...