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Even If I’m Reborn as a Cute Dragon Girl, I Will Still Make a Harem

Book 6: Chapter 15: All Her Might

Somewhere in the Great World…

In the heart of a magnificent building, a young girl—no older than seven or eight—floated in the air, her eyes closed as she performed a series of hand seals with both hands.

She sat cross-legged, her lavish robes flowing like a waterfall, accentuating her delicate frame.

Surrounding her were countless grids, densely packed into the shadows like an enormous beehive.

Within each grid lay a figure, their eyes tightly shut. The auras emanating from them varied greatly—the powerful ones had achieved Divine Realm, while even the weakest among them stood at the peak of Saint Realm. Any one of them could have ruled supreme in Lilith’s world.

Yet, many of the occupants in these grids or compartments were eerily silent.

A young girl slowly opened her eyes, revealing an expression devoid of the innocence expected of her apparent age. Instead, her gaze carried the weight of countless years that hinted at experiences far beyond her youthful appearance.

She fixed her eyes on the closest silhouette in a nearby compartment and spoke softly, her voice steeped in wisdom and age.

“Moen… Have you really thought through this already?”

Inside the compartment lay a middle-aged man with a handsome face. His aura radiated the unmistakable authority of a god, though his pale complexion and waning aura betrayed his weakened state. His eyes were lifeless and unfocused.

Instead of answering the girl’s question, Moen responded with one of his own. “Old hag… I take it many lives have already been sacrificed for this operation, haven’t they?”

The girl glanced at the surrounding lifeless figures but remained silent.

The middle-aged man named Moen seemed to understand her silence. “I see… I’ve already exposed the outside world’s aura. But the Queen of Dragons still hasn’t arrived… Could someone be stalling her?”

“You needn’t push yourself so far. You’ve already forced her to admit the truth on her own. That alone is great progress. You can withdraw for now and consult with me to plan long-term. We could gain even greater support next time,” the girl blurted.

“Heh… greater support…”

Moen sneered, his lips curling in disdain. “Would that truly happen? The Spirit Stones designed to detect that power have already sounded several alarms, yet what do those people do? They just sit back and watch.”

“That’s because… the Spirit Stones aren’t infallible,” the girl replied, sighing in resignation.

After the catastrophe nine million years ago, the Great World had been left scarred. The lingering trauma had given rise to a deeply ingrained fear, especially after the Deity Lord’s parting words—”Missing one”.

In order to pursue the “missing one,” Spirit Stones were deployed throughout the Great World to track down “that” entity.

Time and time again, Spirit Stones had sounded their alarms, sending groups of frantic investigators rushing over in hopes of capturing the missing one. Yet, each time, they returned empty-handed.

As a result, many began to doubt the reliability of these Spirit Stones.

Every gathering and every exploration consumed vast amounts of resources—both material and human

In addition, the frequent false alarms triggered by the Spirit Stones and the passage of nine million years eventually dulled the pain of those distant events. By now, almost no one believed in the warnings of the Spirit Stones anymore.

Some even went so far as to claim that the old Deity Lord’s final words were nothing more than a senile rambling on his deathbed.

However, as one of the five great Deity Lords, even in his advanced age, the old Deity Lord would never have dared to speak carelessly on such a critical matter. It was more likely that, during his final battle, the Old Deity Lord had uncovered some secrets.

Unfortunately, he was gone now.

Over the years, she, as his successor, continued to believe in his last words and persisted in pursuing the “missing one,” even though its existence seemed doubtful as she had returned empty-handed from countless missions.

“This time is different. That entity is definitely inside the Dragon Princess’ body!” Moen declared with unwavering conviction.

The girl let out a soft sigh. Yes, this time felt different—she was more certain than ever before. This wasn’t the time to abandon the pursuit, especially after so many sacrifices had been made.

Yet, her heart ached for the lives already lost.

She gazed at Moen once more, her expression solemn. “Moen, have you truly made up your mind?”

“I have. Please, old hag… no, Deity Lord, please grant me this chance!”

The girl closed her eyes. Despite the pained look on her face, she finally made her decision. She reached out and gently pressed her finger to Moen’s forehead.

Golden flames ignited across Moen’s body in an instant, burning fiercely.

Although the pain was unbearable, Moen forced a grin.

“Old hag… I’ll leave a few matters… to you.”

“Hn.”

“My statue… Remember to make it big… bigger than the old man’s… He’ll be so smug if he sees it from his grave…”

“Hn…”

“And… for now… my name is Three…”

“Well then, go ahead, Three. We’ll always remember you.”

The girl reached out and gently closed Moen’s eyes, which had remained open far too long.

“Just leave the rest to me,” she whispered.

Moen turned lifeless.

The girl rose to her feet and took a single step. That one step carried her across countless stars, bringing her to the edge of the dragons’ ancestral land.

If Moen had been so resolute, then she would not hesitate either. She wasn’t afraid of offending the Queen of Dragons—not anymore. No matter what, she had to stop this before it was too late.

“Huh?” The girl let out a quiet sound of surprise.

The Queen of Dragons wasn’t rushing to where Three was. Instead, she stood in the distance, silently observing the events unfolding.

Noticing the girl’s arrival, the Queen of Dragons merely lifted her indifferent gaze and locked eyes with her. But just as quickly, she looked away, showing no sign of concern that an unwelcome guest had arrived.

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On the battlefield of the small world, Ciel raised the golden sword in her hand, preparing to deliver her final blow. She was tired of dragging this out as it would only postpone her much-anticipated reunion with Lilith.

But first, she had to follow through with her promise—to cut off Three’s legs. Those who dared to harm Lilith would pay dearly. A tooth for a tooth, an eye for an eye.

Clang!

The resounding roar of her sword echoed across the heavens and earth. The golden sword flared brilliantly, its light overwhelming and unstoppable. With a decisive swing, Ciel unleashed an ethereal sword light that stretched across space, surging directly toward Three’s legs.

But just as the sword light approached, Three—who had been gazing up at the sky—suddenly lowered her head. Without flinching or moving, she watched indifferently as the sword light effortlessly penetrated her divine power barrier and severed her legs.

Both legs detached from her body, falling into the lake below with a splash. Blood sprayed violently, but Three’s demeanor remained unchanged.

Ciel’s instincts flared. Something felt amiss. Her intuition screamed at her that if she delayed even a moment longer, things would spiral out of control.

Without hesitation, she tightened her grip on the sword and swung it again with all her might. This time, she aimed directly at Three’s soul. If the blow connected, it would undoubtedly obliterate her, leaving no trace of her soul behind.