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Translated By Arcane Translations
Translator: Yuzio
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A magnificent hall, adorned with countless treasures from both the Demon Realm and the Human World.
The sheer abundance of wealth displayed here was a testament to the owner’s vast fortune.
However, even those who set foot in this chamber for the first time couldn’t spare a glance for the treasures.
For at the top of the towering staircase, there lay something far more captivating than mere material possessions.
A colossal dragon, resting its chin upon a gargantuan greatsword, planted firmly into the ground.
Both the dragon and the sword were immense.
No further explanation was needed.
The silver-white armor adorning its entire body was intricately engraved, and its horns, symbols of immense pride, soared skyward on either side of its head.
This extravagant space was occasionally punctuated by the dragon’s sharp remarks, yet no one dared to voice any displeasure.
This was her domain, a reflection of her will, and she was Regita, the master of the Dragonkin, the Sin of Greed.
“So… hmm…”
Regita fiddled with the greatsword’s hilt.
Her demeanor seemed carefree, yet the other dragons present knew better.
The calm before the storm was often the most deceptive.
“Did I hear correctly?”
“W-Well…”
Maligos stammered.
He had been the most recent to err, and thus was the prime target for Regita’s displeasure.
As beads of sweat dripped from his brow, Regita continued.
“My observations tell me Jekkiel and Christine are… enjoying themselves?”
“Y-Yes… It seems so…”
“It seems so?”
“N-No! It’s certain!”
Offering uncertain information to Regita was an unforgivable offense.
Maligos hastily corrected himself.
“It appears they’re letting their guard down, confident with the map in their possession. If we can decipher it before them…”
There was a reason Maligos was still alive.
He had memorized the two halves of the map he had glimpsed.
He had meticulously recreated those images and presented them to Regita, securing his temporary reprieve.
“No.”
Regita cut Maligos off.
“Once it’s in Vivian’s hands, deciphering it is a given. They’re only taking it easy because they can afford to. Don’t you agree, Maligos?”
“I-It seems so.”
Despite the seemingly casual tone of the conversation, Maligos trembled.
Regita’s demeanor was different, unsettling.
“And while they’re… busy, you still haven’t deciphered the map.”
Regita rose from her throne and stretched.
Even such a simple action exuded strength.
“We started on the wrong foot. Start rom the very beginning.”
Regita burst into laughter, a wide grin spreading across her face.
“An incompetent fool steps forward, fails miserably, and lacks the skill to even decipher the map…”
“Ah… Lady Regita, that…”
“It happens. I don’t choose my subordinates based solely on competence.”
Wearing a deceptively gentle smile, Regita descended the steps, one by one.
“But there’s something every dragon must possess. That’s how I judge my subordinates.”
“Y-Yes! Lady Regita!”
What was it?
Maligos frantically racked his brains.
He had been plotting to betray her, so naturally, he had no clue what she valued.
“Do you have no pride?”
“……Pardon?”
Regita’s smile remained, her voice deceptively soft.
But Maligos froze.
Regita was most dangerous when she appeared kind.
“Pride. Dignity. Two words that define a dragon. Are you telling me you lack those qualities?”
Regita continued, her words directed at the frozen dragon before her.
“When I spare a subordinate who has failed, it’s because they have shown remarkable pride, or because they still hold some value. That’s why I keep them around.”
“Y-Yes.”
Regita’s smile widened.
Maligos and his secretary, Neltarion, knew better.
Beneath that charming facade, a murderous intent was simmering.
Radiant Dragon Regita.
There was a reason she was called the Radiant Dragon.
“If you lost in deciphering the map, then you know what to do. Yet here you are, shamelessly reporting your failure.”
“There… There’s a reason! I am of Black Dragon lineage! I must survive to prove the value of my bloodline! A-Ah, that’s right! I’ll cut off an arm, a hand, as an offering of apology!”
“Will that suffice?” Regita retorted.
“You should die. You think an arm or a leg can settle this?”
Maligos was speechless.
Regita’s expression changed instantly, morphing into a cold mask of fury. It was a complete transformation.
“You claim to be of Black Dragon lineage? Then you should have won on that hill. Or at least shown some skill in deciphering the map.”
“But the opponent was a Sin…”
“Then you should have died after losing. You wouldn’t have the stain of a survivor clinging to you. Dragons don’t need that kind of stain. You fool.”
A vein throbbed on Regita’s forehead.
She stood before Maligos, their height difference stark.
“The value of the Black Dragon has already been proven. They’re an inferior breed.”
“I-I apologize.”
He had to survive.
No matter what, he had to survive.
Maligos prostrated himself, pressing his head to the floor.
“You amuse me, Maligos.”
“N-No… I’m terrified.”
“Then why didn’t you die back there? Were you not afraid to report to me?”
Clank—!
Regita extended her hand, and the colossal greatsword, resting atop the staircase, flew into her grasp.
“Maligos.”
He didn’t answer.
The prostrating dragon just trembled.
“Look around. See how many dragons are here?”
Maligos looked around.
High-ranking dragons stood frozen, their expressions a mix of fear and apprehension.
“I need to remind them all what dragon pride truly means.”
“L-Lady Regita…”
Crack—!
Regita casually placed the greatsword upon Maligos’s back.
Released from her grasp, the massive weapon, obeying gravity, plunged downward.
“AAAAARGH! Aaagh…”
Maligos screamed as his body was crushed beneath the immense weight, but his cries were cut short as his form was mangled beyond recognition.
He couldn’t withstand the sheer size and weight of the weapon.
Soon, all that remained was a pool of blood and the greatsword embedded in the ground.
“Everyone, clap.”
Regita smiled again.
“What are you waiting for? Clap.”
– Clap, clap, clap, clap, clap –
A dragon had just been killed before their eyes, yet no one hesitated to clap.
If they didn’t show their approval, they might have been next.
“Clean that up.”
She was referring to the greatsword, not the bloodstained floor.
Several dragons rushed forward, frantically polishing Regita’s weapon.
Removing it from the ground was impossible; they cleaned it as it stood, embedded in the earth.
“Lady Regita.”
“What?”
“What are your plans now?”
Neltarion, her secretary, asked.
Regita yawned.
“I’ll handle it personally. You lot are useless.”
The confidence, the arrogance of believing she could solve any problem by taking matters into her own hands.
And the overwhelming power that backed her up – that was Regita’s pride.
“Where will you go? To Vivian? Or the Vampire’s Castle?”
“No, no.”
Regita waved her hand dismissively.
There was no need to visit those places.
“Lepista’s Wand is in the human world. That’s where I’ll go. I’ll follow Jekkiel’s trail.”
“Understood.”
“Um… Lady Regita.”
“What is it?”
Regita frowned at Neltarion.
If it were anyone else but Neltarion, who had served as her secretary for years, their head would have rolled.
“Maligos was the last Black Dragon. Are you sure about this?”
“It doesn’t matter. Just have my armor prepped.”
“Yes.”
Neltarion bowed and retreated.
The other dragons, finally understanding their roles, scurried about, attending to their tasks.
And amidst the chaos…
“Maligos. Go fetch me some water.”
Regita muttered, then…
“Ah, right. I just killed him.”
She scratched her head.
Her gaze fell upon the ground where the greatsword was embedded.
“…Jekkiel.”
Soon, Jekkiel’s grave would look just like that.
And that thought… brought her immense pleasure.
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[Regita is a dommy mommy, without the mommy part. she just doms.]
