Reincarnated Dragon Goes to the Academy!

Chapter 181 : The Demon King's Daughter.

Hasel and Lucas guided Vadim to the place where the hatchling eggs were.

"Oh. I like that one."

The egg Vadim chose was a smooth egg with black dots on a yellow background.

'Of all the eggs to choose, that one...'

That egg was an egg Lucas knew.

"Now, then, I'll be in your care. See you in a few days!"

"Yes. I understand."

As Vadim began to chant a spell, the mana of the earth vibrated.

'What on earth is this magic?'

The formula and mana operation of a magic he had never seen before.

'Is that possible if you live for tens of thousands of years?'

As if he had finished all the spells, Vadim's body began to grow fainter.

-Pssssst.

Vadim's soul disappeared as if it were being sucked into the egg.

"I'll take it and take care of it."

"Do so."

Now, when the egg hatched soon, he would be able to ask more things.

***

[Pamela. My Pamela. My faithful servant.]

Pamela, who was wandering through the dark forest, moved her steps aimlessly in the direction of the unknown voice.

[Pamela. My Pamela. You pitiful child.]

She had the illusion that that voice would soothe all her pain.

[Come here. My child.]

A warm voice. She had the illusion that her mother's voice, which had now faded from her memory, was just like this.

'I'm coming.'

No matter how much she moved her mouth, no voice came out. But she was not afraid. Because if she just found that voice, she would be fine.

[Right. This way. Come this way.]

How long had she walked, following the voice? Pamela trembled at the faint light she saw in front of her.

I've finally found it. My resting place.

[Pamela. Pitiful child.]

Tears welled up in her eyes.

'No!'

The halo of light began to be obscured by black beings.

[Pa... me, pit, child...]

As the voice began to cut off, Pamela began to run like crazy.

'Please! Please!'

She kept running, ignoring the vines that scratched and clawed at her body. I have to reach it today. I have to save that halo of light today.

"No!!!"

Just then, the voice that had not come out burst out, and she woke up from her sleep.

"Pamela. What's wrong? Did you have a bad dream?"

Cold sweat soaked her back. The same dream had been repeating for several days.

What on earth was this dream? When she heard the voice in her dream, it was so cozy that she never wanted to wake up.

So much so that when she woke up, she was so disappointed that she couldn't reach that halo of light.

It felt as if peace would come to her if she reached that halo of light.

"T-that is..."

As Liwol's hand touched her, her gasping breath began to subside. It was a touch that made her comfortable, but it was not as much as the voice she had heard in her dream.

"It's okay. It's okay."

Several days had already passed since she had been staying here, but they had said nothing, as if they had no intention of letting Pamela and Liwol leave this place.

"Liwol. Last night..."

"Ah, the moon was so beautiful yesterday. Since Pamela was sleeping soundly, I took a walk by myself."

"Ah."

But Liwol's behavior had become a little strange since he had come here. Although it was a strange place and strange people, Liwol treated everything familiarly.

"What's wrong?"

As Liwol's eyes narrowed slightly, Pamela quickly shook her head and answered.

"It's nothing."

"We have to eat."

Pamela nodded her head. Right. Since he's a person who likes to take walks.

"Ah. Liwol."

Liwol, who had been about to get up from the bed, looked back at Pamela.

"Thank you."

"Let's eat together soon."

Liwol, who had smiled faintly at Pamela's sudden words of thanks, left the room.

***

"Bring Pamela."

"Yes."

Yastan was a merciful monarch. He did not hesitate to make sacrifices for his clan, nor did he mercilessly execute criminals.

With a click, the door opened and Pamela came in.

"Did you rest well?"

As Yastan asked, raising the corner of his mouth, Pamela answered, her shoulders hunched and her body trembling as if she were seeing something scary.

"...Yes."

There was no exception for Pamela either. Yastan was planning to give a reward to Pamela, who had followed his words well.

"Since Pamela has followed my words well, I must give her a reward."

Pamela had no idea what he was talking about. That she had followed his words well? And it was also suspicious that he was asking her with respect, unlike last time.

Pamela unknowingly moved her body back and distanced herself from Yastan.

"Pamela. My faithful servant."

As Yastan spoke in a gentle voice, a thrill ran through Pamela's entire body. Her moving steps stopped abruptly, and she looked straight into Yastan's eyes.

'N-no way.'

The voice that had been like her lost mother's, which had kept appearing in her dreams.

"You pitiful child."

As Yastan whispered softly, tears began to well up in Pamela's eyes.

'The place where I belong.'

It felt as if she had returned to her mother's arms. What she had seen in her dream had become a reality and was unfolding before her eyes.

'I can finally reach it.'

Her heart was overwhelmed with the thought that she could now reach it.

The thing she had tried so hard to reach in her dream but couldn't.

"My pitiful child."

A white light burst out from Yastan's fingertips.

"Ah..."

It was the same as the ability he had bestowed on her, but for some reason, it was warmer.

"I will give you a new appearance."

Pamela bowed her head deeply as a sign of acceptance. He, who had been so scary until just a moment ago, now felt like a mother. No, would it have felt like this if her mother had become a god?

-Saaa...

As the white light enveloped her body, she felt dazed.

"How beautiful."

Looking down at her hands, her skin was no longer pure white, but a light ashen color, the same as the great Yastan in front of her.

"Heuk..."

To think that a mere mortal like her. Tears burst out at the thought of whether she was allowed to have the same skin color.

"Right. My pitiful child."

Yastan smiled with satisfaction as he looked at Pamela, who had knelt before him and had the same ashen skin and dark brown hair as him.

'It's all done.'

Now, whenever Pamela used her power, she would change to become closer to the appearance of a demon.

At this moment, when the work he had put so much effort into was completed, Yastan was happy.

"You will now be my faithful servant and a compass for the pitiful."

Yastan raised his hand and gently wiped away a single tear from Pamela's eye.

"From now on, your name is not Pamela, but Melanie, Melanie Ulfa. You are my daughter."

Pamela's pupils shook for a moment, and then she met Yastan's eyes directly and answered.

"Yes. Father."

"Right. Melanie. I am your father."

The weakest point of the small human in front of him. Yastan knew exactly what it was.

Now Pamela, with her new name, Melanie, would work faithfully for him.

***

Pamela, who had left Yastan's room, had a different gait.

Her shoulders, which had always been slightly hunched as if she were intimidated, were now confidently straightened, and her steps, which had been taken cautiously, were no longer cautious.

With each step, Pamela savored the feeling of being born anew.

Although her skin and hair color had soon returned to their original colors, she now had a benevolent and powerful father.

The demons, who had disappeared into history long ago. The day they would occupy the surface was not far off.

'If that happens, I'll be no different from an imperial princess.'

The things she had always watched from a distance and had only been envious of would now be in her hands.

The past days when she had been beaten just for looking at them with envious eyes from a distance flashed by.

'I, too, will be able to be envied now.'

She recalled the gaze of a certain noble lady who had looked down on her, elegantly waving her fan.

'I will rise to a higher position than you.'

The laughter of the ladies who had enjoyed their tea time, sitting in the garden, their beautiful dress hems fluttering, tickled her ears.

'That laughter will also be mine now.'

A smile appeared on her lips for no reason.

'He also said he would accept Pola.'

When she had asked the Demon King to help her find her younger sister, Yastan had immediately nodded his head and had answered like this.

'Do not worry. Your younger sister is also no different from my child.'

Hearing those words, she was relieved beyond measure.

'I am the Demon King's daughter.'

She slowly mulled over the story Yastan had told her a little while ago.

'The dragons are the enemy.'

The ones who had driven out her father and her pitiful kinsmen to the demon world. No matter how strong they were, they should not have done that.

'I need souls.'

For that, she needed souls. Very high-quality souls.

The various soul stones her now-father, Yastan, had shown her. Among them, the best was that of a human.

There were also some that had collected the souls of lowly monsters like orcs or goblins, but their quality was different from that of a human.

Of course, since the ones that boasted an even higher grade were those of elves or pixies, Pamela had asked if she could take their souls, but Yastan had said.

'But we cannot harm innocent races.'

Her father was a merciful person. To go the long way around, leaving behind even higher-quality souls! Ah, how benevolent.

Hearing those words, she nodded her head. The pitiful ones who had been persecuted by humans, just like the demons. It was not right to take the souls of such people.

'The more souls there are, the sooner the time to bring our kinsmen will be.'

Her kinsmen were no longer human.

'I have to collect human souls.'

***

Yastan, after Pamela had left the room, could not stop the laughter that kept leaking out.

"Keub!"

No matter how much he tried to hold it in, the laughter that kept bursting out.

"K-khahaha!"

In the end, Yastan threw his head back and laughed out loud.

He laughed so much that his stomach even hurt.

'A foolish thing.'

It was cute how she had been brainwashed by controlling her dreams for a few days, and had immediately called him father and acted as if she would give her life for him.

Even when he had called Pamela today, he had thought that it might be a little too early, but it was a delusion.

'Kinsmen?'

To think that a mere mortal would call the demons her kinsmen just because she had a similar skin and hair color for a moment. Even though she had no horns.

'How can she be so foolish.'

It was no exaggeration to say that Pamela was the most foolish human he had ever seen. Even when he had sent Liwol with the idea that had first flashed in his mind, he had had a 'no way' suspicion.

But now that things were going so smoothly, he felt foolish for having had such a suspicion.

Now Pamela, with her new name, Melanie, would go and collect human souls one by one.

'A foolish thing.'

When he had brought up the past story of the demons and had let out a few painful groans and had pretended to wipe away tears that hadn't even formed, he could see Pamela blazing as if she would annihilate all humans and dragons at once.

Humans were foolish. They were stupid and foolish.

"It's not long now. It's not long now."

It really wasn't long now.

If Pamela, his faithful daughter and the saintess of the humans, came forward, the souls would gather faster than ever before.

The humans would walk into the slaughterhouse with their own feet to offer their souls.

[End of Chapter]