The whole world was dyed red.
The fading sunset illuminated a grisly sight. Flames burned throughout the city. Blood
splattered the walls and clogged the gutters. A massive magic circle hung in the sky,
eclipsing the tragedy below.
"This… This can't…" A young girl's voice echoed through the silence.
She had beautiful black hair and piercing golden eyes. And she couldn't have been
more than ten. Reflected in her eyes was her hometown, embroiled in a swathe of
flames. She stood atop a small observation platform, her long hair and kimono
swaying in the warm breeze.
She gripped the wooden guardrails so hard her knuckles went white. They creaked
ominously under the force of her grip.
That wasn't the strength a little girl should possess. But then, she wasn't any ordinary
girl. She was a member of the dragonman clan. And through her veins flowed royal
blood.
She had watched as the world's most beautiful capital, her hometown, was invaded
and razed to the ground. The city of verdant trees and crystal waters had been unable
to withstand such an overwhelming onslaught. Why did this have to happen? Until
recently, the different races had lived together in peace. There had been no
discrimination, no persecution.
She gazed, dumbfounded, as the flames raged through the city.
"Princess… it's not safe here. You must escape." The girl's attendant urged her to flee.
However, the young girl shook her head without taking her eyes off the city.
"Princess…"
"Venri. I am the princess of Klarus. My father, and my countrymen are still fighting
down there. Yet you would have me flee? If there is a place I should be… it is down
there."
She pointed to the battle still raging below. Her attendant, Venri, ran up to her.
"You mustn't, Princess!"
"I know. Even if I were to go, I would only be a hindrance. Never have I cursed my youth
and inexperience so."
A thin trail of blood ran down her mouth. She'd bit her lip so hard it bled. It took every
ounce of her willpower not to rush down and aid the army below.
Her country had been razed and her people slaughtered. Now, her family was on the
verge of being killed. And she was powerless to stop it. She hated her own weakness
more than she despised her enemies.
It was then that the person whose safety she feared for the most appeared.
"Tio, I told you to head inside the barrier!"
"Father!"
The girl's, Tio's father was a giant of a man. Massive scaled wings sprouted from either
side of his back. This was the man Tio respected more than anyone, the king of the
dragonmen, Kharga Klarus.
Kharga was in bad shape. His combat kimono, which was made out of monster hide
and sturdier than most armor, was tattered and filled with burn holes. His body was
crisscrossed with cuts and burns. The massive gash across his stomach was still
bleeding.
Kharga was the sturdiest black dragon in existence. On top of that, he was one of the
few skilled enough to be able to only partially transform himself. Even attacks capable
of pierce his kimono would still be stopped by his impenetrable scales.
His penchant for charging headfirst into the enemy lines while stopping everything
they threw at him had earned him the nickname "Mobile Fortress."
And so Tio was shocked speechless when she saw how wounded he was. Kharga
smiled bitterly and knelt down in front of his daughter.
"Tio. As you can see, we have lost. Though we tried everything we could, we were
unable to fight against the changing times. I am sorry I could not at least leave you
behind a home to live in."
"That, that cannot be. How could you say that, Father! For the dragonmen to perish at
the hands of something so insignificant… It cannot be! Tell me it can't!"
"We have become the enemies of the entire world… Tio, do you remember what I told
you? The one thing you can never do is avert your eyes from reality."
"Father."
That one word was filled with unimaginable pain and sorrow. Tio hugged her father,
heedless of the grime and blood that smeared onto her kimono.
It just couldn't be. Dragonmen were supposed to be the guardians of this world. They
had built a place where people of any nationality, any race were accepted. A place
where people helped each other and worked together. A place of peace. Every country,
every species, had been indebted to the dragonmen in some way.
And yet, in just a few years it had all fallen apart. In the span of a few seasons,
everything changed.
Dragonmen were monsters. Dragonmen were oppressing the different races.
Dragonmen were prone to going berserk. Dragonmen had turned against the gods.
Dragonmen were… heretics. How did it come to this? Tio thought.
Dragonmen's ability to transform certainly was fearsome. It was magic no other
creature, sentient or monster, possessed. But that was precisely why Dragonmen had
strove to be nobler than anyone else. To turn that fear into awe, and then into respect.
They had disciplined themselves rigorously. At all times they were ready to help
others, a paragon of bravery, and both the sword and the shield of all people.
As a result, they had managed to create a mortal paradise. Though it had taken
centuries, they had created a kingdom where all races were accepted. Not only that,
but they had created a global alliance, so that all people, everywhere, would help each
other in times of need.
—Guardians of the world. —Protectors of peace. —Kings among kings. That was how
the people had seen dragonmen.
But now those same people were killing her countrymen, spewing vile insults at them
as they destroyed her home.
It felt unreal, like a nightmare. Over the course of a few years, everyone had come to
despise and fear dragonmen. And now an alliance composed of every other race was
burning her city. She still couldn't believe it. This couldn't be real, it had to be a dream.
All she wanted was to wake up from this nightmare.
Wake up and go back to a world where her friends and family were still alive. Where
the lush trees and sparkling rivers of her hometown were still there. Where people
still lived happily together, regardless of race or nationality.
"Tio! Get a hold of yourself! The future of the Klarus dynasty rests with you!"
"Father…"
Her father's stern voice brought her back to reality. She wiped away her tears and
looked up at her father. She couldn't just cry forever, and wallowing in pleasant
daydreams would achieve nothing.
Kharga gazed down at her, his eyes full of love. Without a word, he swept Tio up into
a hug. He held her tight, savoring her warmth. As if this was the last time he would
ever get to hold his daughter. Tio coughed and tried to loosen his grip. It was tight
enough that she couldn't breathe.
But then she stopped. Over her father's shoulders, she had caught sight of Venri's
expression. And she could tell from the strength of her father's hug that something
was wrong. Suspicion welled up within her. Why had father left the battlefield to come
to her?
"As you can see, we have lost." She recalled her father's words. Though she was still
young, Tio was wise beyond her years. She put together all the puzzle pieces, then
came to a bone-chilling realization. She realized what her father meant to do, and
stared at him in shock.
"Father… this cannot be true. Please, tell me it's not."
"Heh. You really are sharp. I guess you inherited both Orna's looks and brains."
His wry smile confirmed Tio's suspicions. It appeared this was, in fact, the last time
she would ever talk to him.
She didn't know how to put her thoughts into words, but she knew she had to say
something. But before she could, there was a thunderous roar and a massive
shockwave spread out from the capital's center. It was strong enough to shake even
the faraway observation platform Tio stood on. She unconsciously covered her face
and shrank back.
Silence followed in its wake. Tio and Kharga both looked grimly at the city.
"H-How could they…"
"...…"
Tio sounded almost hysterical.
There was nothing left at the site of the explosion. It was just an empty crater. But that
was not what Tio was referring to. One after another, pillars of wood started rising up
from the ashes. On each of them was a crucified dragonman.
One in particular caught her attention. No matter how far away she was, she'd never
be able to mistake that figure.
It was Orna, her mother. Her pale green hair and golden eyes made her recognizable
from even a mile away. Normally she was a gentle person, full of smiles. But when she
went into battle she turned into a gale. She tore through enemy ranks faster than the
wind, leaving trails of destruction in her wake. Tio loved her more than anyone.
And now she was staring at her crucified corpse. With how badly wounded her body
was, it was clear that she'd struggled until the very end. But now she was strung up as
an example of what happened to those who resist.
A cold, dark fire burned in Tio's eyes. Her jet-black mana usually looked more majestic
than fearsome, but right now the ripples of black that emanated from her body
resembled the very depths of hell. Anger and hatred welled up within her, and she
began transforming.
"Tio."
"Fa… ther."
Her body was covered in a raging whirlpool of mana, and she could barely speak
through her anger. Before she could give in to her rage, her father knelt down and
hugged her again.
Tio's golden eyes glowed with fury. Why aren't you trying to avenge her? Why aren't
you trying to kill these bastards who slaughtered her people? Why are you so calm
even though Mother was just killed? Her accusatory glare bore into Kharga.
Still hugging his daughter, Kharga spoke in a quiet but firm voice.
"We know not our purpose for being." Kharga silently urged his daughter to continue
the mantra. Her anger still burning, Tio repeated the words she was taught since birth.
"Is this body beast, or human? If there is meaning to everything in this world, then
where does our meaning lie?"
Kharga hugged Tio tighter and joined in the chant.
"For no matter how long we search, we can find no answer. And so whether we are
beast or human, we bare our souls and thus swear."
This was the vow with the world the dragonmen clan had made ages ago.
"Our eyes exist to pierce through falsehoods and see the truth."
Both father and daughter's voices melded together, forming a single whole. The
strength drained from Tio's body as she gradually calmed down.
"Our claws exist to tear down walls, and destroy the malice within." Kharga let go of
his daughter and gazed into her eyes. This was important. It was the last lesson he
would ever teach his daughter. The power of their words calmed Tio's anger, and she
slowly regained the solemnity dragonmen prided themselves on.
"Our fangs exist to bite through our weakness, our anger and our hate." More blood
dripped from Tio's mouth. She bit through her lip again to remind her of who she was.
"For when we forget our compassion, we are no more than beasts. But so long as we
wield the sword of reason—" Kharga lightly touched the blood on Tio's lips. The blood
she'd shed were the tears of her heart. Gently, Kharga wiped them away.
Tears welled up in Tio's eyes. But she didn't let them spill. Hatred and anger eroded
one's heart. To give in to such impulses was to be weak. She turned her negative
emotions into tears, but she didn't let them fall. To do so would be betraying her pride
as a dragonman.
Dragonmen were strong, kind, and above all, noble.
Now of all times, she couldn't forget those words. Not when her father was in front of
her. Not when her people, when her mother had fought to the death to defend their
pride as dragonmen.
Tio sucked in a deep breath, and nodded to her father. These were the words her
mother, her father, and all of her people had lived by. The words they'd taught her.
"We are dragonmen!" She shouted that at the top of her lungs. Kharga hugged his
daughter again. This time he knew it truly was the last time. However he had nothing
to worry about anymore. Tio had grown into a splendid woman.
"Tio, listen well."
"What is it, Father?"
She knew their time together was coming to an end. She desperately held back her
tears and looked up at her father resolutely.
"Our true enemy, this world's true enemy aren't the people attacking us right now."
"…Our true enemies are the 'gods' of the church, aren't they? They are the ones who
made this world so twisted."
"That's right. I did everything I could to destroy them, but… I wasn't fast enough.
Because of that, we dragonmen will perish here. We have no choice. You know why,
don't you?"
"I do. Because if we do not, the people of this world will remain twisted. The only way
to end this war is for our race to vanish."
Her heart sank as she spoke those words. Kharga nodded solemnly.
"The gods are not only powerful, but cunning as well. But they are not all-powerful.
And evil will never reign forever. One day, eventually, someone will appear who can
strike them down. Of that I am certain. Tio."
"Yes, Father?"
Kharga gave Tio his last order, both as a king and as a father.
"Live."
"But… Father. You said we—"
Her father had just impressed upon her how important it was that the dragonmen race
perish. Kharga smiled triumphantly. It was an expression Tio had rarely seen.
"I'm no fool. I knew with how powerful my enemy was that I would need a backup
plan. Dragonmen will indeed perish tonight… in the eyes of the world at least. Far from
the continent, I've created a hidden village. Along with a secret path the gods will
never discover. My father, along with a few chosen people area living there already.
Until the time finally comes that we can overthrow the gods, they will stay hidden
there."
"Grandfather's over there!? But Father, you said Grandfather had died… Ah, I
understand now."
Adul Klarus, the previous king, and Kharga had been aware of the enemy ever since
the world had begun to change. They had made sure to take various precautions in
case the worst happened. But most of them had been undone. At first glance it seemed
simple coincidence, but they soon realized that the gods' meddling was behind
everything. Soon after, Tio's grandfather, the strongest red dragonman alive,
supposedly died in battle against an unknown threat without even leaving a corpse
behind.
However in reality he had feigned his death, and headed to this hidden village. That
had been Kharga and Adul's final ploy, the last card they could play to make sure
dragonmen never truly vanished from the world. And by feigning his death, he made
sure no one would be looking for him.
Tio was glad her beloved grandfather was still alive, but at the same time sad because
she knew what this meant for her father.
"Father… you're not coming, are you?"
"I can't. I'm the current king. Without my death, this war will never end. And besides…"
"Besides?"
"I could never leave Orna all alone on the battlefield."
Tio smiled weakly at that. Kharga tenderly stroked her hair and spoke his parting
words.
"Tio, you are the pride and joy of Klarus line. You inherited my black scales, your
mother's wings, and your grandfather's fire breath. Live strong my daughter. You have
your own black flames, and the fierce flames of the Klarus family to protect you."
"I will. I promise, Father."
Having passed on his wife's dying message, Kharga handed Tio over to Venri and flew
off toward his final battlefield. Venri had been briefed on the plan ahead of time, and
led Tio down the secret path. Just before she vanished inside, Tio looked back for one
last time.
She saw a majestic black dragon tearing through the battlefield, his flaming breath so
powerful it sundered the earth below.
Throughout the battle, the dragonmen had taken great pains to avoid killing the
invaders. Though most of the world had turned against them, a few members of each
race had believed in the dragonmen, and stayed behind. Kharga and the few remaining
dragons fought only to give those people enough time to escape.
They refused to give the gods the satisfaction of watching people of the same race kill
each other. Even on the verge of annihilation, they protected their citizens. No matter
how painful their despair, they refused to give in to anger and hate.
Kharga's breath parted his enemies and his defiant roar rang out through the heavens.
It was a challenge to the gods sneering down from up high, a resolute cry that their
pride as dragonmen would never be sullied.
"Mmmgh." A faint groan could be heard from inside one of the rooms of an easternstyle wooden house. A beautiful young woman, the person who had emitted the
previous groan, rolled over in her sleep. Had anyone seen her in that moment, they
would have been instantly smitten.
Her disheveled black hair and exposed cleavage made her look bewitchingly
seductive. On top of that, her exposed legs and plump butt were sexy enough to blow
away any man's self-control.
She must have been seeing a nightmare, as her body was covered in sweat. However,
that only made her more alluring. A sheen of it covered her breasts and thighs, enticing
the viewer.
"Hmph. I have not had that dream in a long time. Five hundred years later and still I
see them in my dreams. It seems I have yet to truly grow up." Tio heaved a sigh as she
straightened out her crumpled clothes. Then, ignoring her gloomy thoughts, she threw
open the door. Sunlight flooded the room. A bright blast like that was powerful enough
to wash away even the worst nightmares.
Tio looked out at her village. In the past 500 years, it hadn't changed at all. Kharga had
chosen to put it on a bountiful island far off the continent's coast. The soil was wellsuited to farming, and the island was populated by wyverns and wild animals. The
dragonmen that had survived the tragedy and their offspring had lived peacefully here
for the past five centuries.
It was a far cry from her old home, but it was good enough to house the few hundred
dragonmen that lived here. Tio stepped onto her porch and heard a voice call out to
her.
"Good morning, princess. Were you having a nightmare?"
"Mm, good morning. It was a dream about the past. I have not had a dream like that in
ten years. Perhaps it was a message from my mother and father from the other world.
A reminder not to forget them."
Venri, who looked to be rather old now, gave Tio a concerned look. However, Tio just
winked playfully at her. Enough time had passed that she could joke about their deaths
now.
Venri smiled awkwardly. She had intended to comfort Tio, but it looked as though that
was unnecessary.
At first she had followed Tio around as her bodyguard, but now it was Tio who usually
looked after her. On top of that, Tio's strength had far surpassed her own. In both
physical and mental strength she was unparalleled. Only Adul, the village chief, could
hold a candle to her anymore.
Had the dragonmen kingdom not been destroyed, Tio probably would have gone
down in history as one of their greatest queens. That she never became one was one
of Venri's greatest regrets. She put such gloomy thoughts aside and changed the
subject.
"Would you like to have breakfast? I could get you something if you wish."
"Hmmm… Breakfast does sound good… Hm? Where's Grandfather? I do not sense his
presence in the house…"
"Ah, Kartos-sama called for him earlier this morning. He has yet to return."
"What? Old man Kar called for him? This early in the morning?"
Old man Kar, as Tio called him, was one of the village elders, and as old as Adul. He
had the rare job "Observer" and was skilled at detecting the flow of mana. Of course
even for someone like him it wasn't easy to track mana somewhere as far as the
mainland. Unless the usage of mana was so massive that its repercussions could be
felt even on the island, it drained months of mana to scry mana usage across the
continent. The scheduled scrying was only a month ago. Which means whatever old man
Kar sensed was massive enough that it could be felt even here. Tio felt a, not exactly
ominous premonition. It was more as if she could sense a change was coming. She said
goodbye to Venri and ran off to Kartos' house.
When she arrived, she saw a few of the other elders were also there. There was a
tension in the air, and Tio's heart began to race.
"You came too, Tio?"
"Indeed, Grandfather. I had this vague feeling that something was off. And judging
from everyone's expressions… something has happened on the continent?"
Adul smiled wryly and nodded at his granddaughter's astute deduction. He had a thick
mane of red hair and looked far too young to be called "grandfather" by anyone.
"It would seem the Holy Church, or rather the gods have summoned forth some truly
odd guests. Quite a few of them too. One of them possesses a great strength. According
to Kartos' divination, he holds the job, 'Hero.'"
"Hero…"
Divination was one of Kartos' job's skills. It allowed him to discern the job of anyone
he specified. Tio narrowed her eyes and mulled the word over. Hero was a job she had
never heard of.
"This is a turn of events we cannot ignore. This must be investigated. I was thinking
we should send Aroyce out again to—"
"I will go."
Aroyce was skilled in covert action, and blended easily into crowds.
For better or worse, Tio stood out. Her looks were of course conspicuous, but she also
carried herself like royalty. Both her mannerisms and her speech were a dead
giveaway. She could hardly pass for an average citizen. Hence why others more suited
to the task had gone on previous scouting missions. Until now, Tio had been content
to hear their reports.
Until the time was right, the world was not to learn of their existence… That was the
village's most important rule. If the humans ever learned dragonmen still lived, they
wouldn't rest until the clan was wiped out for good. For all those reasons, it was
unwise for Tio to go to the mainland.
Though the kingdom of Klarus was no more, the villagers still called Tio "princess."
Tio understood very well her influence in the town. Which was why she had taken the
law very seriously. For her comrades, her parents, and the world, she couldn't let the
dragonmen be destroyed. She hadn't left, despite how much the village had bored her.
And yet, now she stated that she wanted to go. The elders all stared at Tio in shock.
"…Tio. Do you realize what you just said?"
"Yes, Grandfather. I understand all of the risks. But I still wish to be the one to go. Let
me handle this investigation."
"Why do you wish to go so badly? Why not let someone more suited to the task handle
it?"
"I have this feeling. Grandfather, this development is going to change the world.
Something inside me is telling me I have to go. If you try to stop me, I will force my
way through. I absolutely have to see this through."
"...…"
It was rare for Tio to be this stubborn. The elders were still staring at Tio in shock, but
for a different reason this time. There was a fierce determination burning in her eyes.
Adul met her gaze, and after a long staring contest, shrugged. He nodded his assent.
"Very well. You may go, Tio. See the world for yourself. However, make sure not to
draw the gods' attention. And as the law states, you will go alone. Do you understand?"
"Completely… Thank you, Grandfather."
The other elders voiced their opposition, but Adul talked them down. In the end, they
agreed to let Tio go.
The next morning. The sun had yet to rise. Tio was standing atop a cliff in the corner
of the island.
The news that she would be going on the investigation this time had spread like
wildfire. Starting with Venri, a procession of people had come to voice their protests.
But in the end they were unable to change her mind, and she started packing for the
trip.
The island was a fair distance from the mainland. Most dragonmen had to exhaust
their entire mana supply to reach the continent. Even Tio, who had more mana than
most, would have a hard time making the trip. The flight took nearly a whole day,
which was why Tio had decided to leave early in the morning.
The entire village had come to see her off.
"P-Princess. Are you sure you won't change your mind? If anything happened to you…"
"She's right! At least take some guards with you!"
"Yeah, take me! I'll protect you even if it costs me my life!"
Even now Venri hoped against hope that she might be able to convince Tio. Aroyce,
the village's veteran scout, offered to join Tio despite knowing the rules. Some of the
other young men also offered to come along, blushing at their own boldness. Many of
the other villagers tried to convince her not to go as well.
All of them cared deeply for her well-being. She was loved by the entire village.
"I understand your feelings. And I apologize for causing you such worry. But just this
one, I am afraid I must have my way."
Her determined voice quieted the protests. Tio cast her gaze over the villagers. She
looked them in the eye, challenging them to test her resolve.
"Venri. I know just how much you care about me. You have been by my side even longer
than Grandfather has. You are like another mother to me. I beg of you, please let me
have your blessing before I depart."
"Prin… cess…"
Tears leaked from Venri's eyes. No words could have made her happier.
"Aroyce. Look after my grandfather while I'm gone. Fufu, of all of my suitors you were
the strongest. I can count on you to handle things while I am gone, right?"
"How can you call me strong when I haven't even been able to scratch your scales even
once? However, I could never refuse the woman I love… You never did play fair."
Aroyce couldn't bring himself to refuse after Tio smiled at him. Especially since she
was trusting him to look after things.
Despite being over five hundred years old, Tio had never slept with a man. Most
dragonmen were married long before they reached her age. However, no one had been
able to clear Tio's requirements. In order to become her husband, a prospective suitor
had to— "I-I'll beat you one day, Princess! And then I'll finally… You have to stay safe,
for me!" prove they were stronger than her by beating her in a fight. It was a simple
enough requirement, but one that was nearly impossible to fulfill. For Tio's strength
had surpassed even Adul's. Ever since the day she'd watched her parents die, Tio had
devoted herself to training. At some point she'd grown so strong no one else could
match her.
All of the young men who wished to wed Tio, including Ristan who was barely more
than a boy, tearfully tried to stop her from going.
Tio was strong, kind, and noble. On top of that, she was beautiful and wise. Over the
centuries every young dragonman had tried to win her hand in marriage. But none of
them had managed to so much as scratch her scales. Tio was so tough that she had
long since forgotten how pain felt.
"Seriously, what a bunch of hopeless men. I appreciate your concern, but… words can
no longer stop me. Feelings alone are not enough. Strength alone can achieve nothing.
You need both, or you can never hope to change my mind. I am going. And if you wish
to stop me then prove you have the strength to drag me back. Maybe someday… one
of you will be able to do manage that. Fufufu." Tio chuckled and brushed off the men
who were trying to stop her. After being told all that, there was nothing they could say
back.
"My comrades. My beloved people. Watch me." Everyone's gaze focused on Tio. She
addressed the village with all the solemnity and majesty of a real queen.
"I do not know what awaits me on the continent. Nor do I know what the future holds.
However, the winds of change are blowing. Something big is happening. And I know
that I must confront this change directly. But fear not. Believe in me. Believe in your
princess." —In the strongest dragonman alive, Tio Klarus. Everyone unconsciously
took a step back. The force of her determination had cowed the crowd. No one uttered
any more words of complaint. As one, they villagers bowed their heads. They had
decided to put their trust in Tio.
Her eyes full of tenderness, Tio nodded to the crowd. She waved one last time to Adul,
transformed into a jet-black dragon, and leaped off the cliff.
Sandwiched by the white clouds and sparkling ocean, Tio cut through the wind. She
was finally on her way to an unfamiliar land.
Nothing had changed for the past five hundred years. As her father had commanded
the day he died, she had stayed alive. However, she was done with just living. Like her
parents had done before her, Tio was ready to stake her life for a cause. That was the
kind of life Tio Klarus wanted to live.
She could feel that something was changing. The dream she'd had the other day must
have been a sign.
Her gaze pointed forward, Tio said with conviction,
"Something is going to change… I can feel it."
"I can feel it, Maaaaster~"
"Quit moaning all the damn time, you pervert!"
Hajime held Tio up with his artificial limb. Every time he squeezed her face, she
writhed in pleasure. They had stopped in a small town for dinner, but their meal was
all but forgotten. The other customers were edging away from Hajime, while Yue and
Shea had already moved to a different table. They were doing their best to pretend
they didn't know Hajime.
Twitching, Tio feebly tapped on Hajime's arm. He would have let go at that point, but
when he saw what she was holding in her hand, he started squeezing even harder. A
vein pulsed in his forehead as he slowly put more force into his grip.
"No moooooooore! I'm dyiing! The ecstasy is killing meeeeeeeeee!"
"If you don't want to die, how about letting go of that thing in your hand?"
"Nnngh. This is a misunderstanding. I swear I'm not lying. Please believe me."
In her hand was a pair of Hajime's underwear. When she'd gone to wipe her mouth
during dinner she'd pulled that out of her pocket by mistake. He gave her a piercing
glare and snatched his underwear back from Tio's hand.
Released from his iron grip, she fell limply to the floor.
"Th-That was wonderful… Haah… Haah," she panted, a vulgar smile on her face.
"Alright, so what's your excuse for pulling this out of your pocket during dinner of all
times? Well, you perverted dragon lady?"
"P-Perverted dragon lady… For me, the proud daughter of the Klarus line to be called
a perverted dragon lady. Haah Haah. And that scornful gaze… Excuse me, Master. But
may I change my panties?"
There was a metallic clunk as Hajime pointed one of his artifacts at Tio. "Three, two…"
he started counting down. Tio hurriedly starting explaining herself.
"This is a misunderstanding! I happened to find your underwear lying on the floor of
your room and thought to return it to you! However…"
"However, what?" Hajime lowered his weapon. So far, Tio had a surprisingly valid
reason for carrying his underwear around.
"I realized depending on how I used it, I could get you to punish me—"
Hajime snapped. Tio was unaware of the sudden change and was cupping her flushed
cheeks and preparing her next words.
"Oh, Master, what kind of embarrassing things are you making me say?"
"Hm? What is it, Master? Your expression suddenly turned kind—" His expression
certainly did look gentle. Then, without warning, Hajime pulled Tio forward so she
was on all fours. Confused, Tio looked up at him as he circled around to her back.
"So in the end, you're just a pervert."
He pulled out Donner and fired a full round into her ass.
"Ahiiiiiiiiiiiii! My arse! Oh my arse! Thank you so much, Master!" Sadly all that earned
Hajime was Tio's gratitude. She really was tough. There was no lasting damage on her
butt.
Thanks to their antics, the group was kicked out of the restaurant. For some reason,
Yue and Shea both gave him exasperated stares as they left. Depressed, Hajime
dragged Tio behind him as they looked for somewhere else to eat.
For most of the journey she was just panting heavily, scaring off nearby passerby.
However for a few seconds, she looked up at Hajime with a serious expression on her
face and muttered,
"Grandfather, everyone. I do not think I can return anymore… Haah… Haah…"
Whether she meant to her village, or to being the princess everyone knew, only she
knew.
It's possible she may have meant something else entirely.