Chapter 3: Is the Little Dragon Girl About to Be Discovered?!

After sensing that something was wrong, Soran immediately looked down…

Two small, exquisite feet were stepping on slippers that were much larger than they were…

But Soran only took one look before quickly closing her eyes, as if she had seen something she shouldn’t have…

Because she usually slept naked, and this time was no different.

Since she wasn’t wearing any clothes, her eyes had naturally caught everything in that one glance. “A dream, this must be a dream!”

Soran covered her face with her hands, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment.

Were these things a grown man like her should be looking at?! This was… this was too humiliating.

To have a dream where she turned into a little girl—and even saw things she shouldn’t—how was a pure Human Sword Saint supposed to handle this?

The basic prerequisite for being a Sword Saint was to forget about women. Yes, forget women.

Women were a distraction, and children were even worse!!!

Soran abandoned her plan to get a drink of water.

Stepping in the oversized slippers, she hurried back to the bedside, turned off the light, and shrunk back into bed, pulling the quilt tightly over herself.

Hurry and fall asleep, hurry and fall asleep.

Once I’m asleep, the dream will end.

And when I wake up, my brain will forget what I dreamed last night.

So as long as I sleep, all this guilt will vanish.

I never saw those things. I am still the strongest Human Sword Saint of the Human Race.

Soran thought this to herself, her eyes squeezed shut, hoping for a quick slumber.

A Dragon Cub’s sleep quality is excellent; if she wanted to sleep, she could fall into it very quickly.

About a minute later, Soran was drifting off.

At that moment, something soft, somewhat like a small pillow or a stuffed cotton doll, gently brushed against Soran’s cheek.

“…”

Soran waved her hand dismissively, trying to brush the annoying thing away.

“…”

The annoying thing came back.

Soran instinctively tried to keep shooing away the thing disturbing her sleep, but the object was relentless.

Every time it was pushed away, it returned.

“Are you trying to be annoying?!”

Soran shouted impatiently from under the covers.

Disturbing someone’s sleep was something only very, very bad people did.

Who was being so bored as to mess with my sleep?

!

Huh?!

Who?!

…Was that a little girl’s voice just now?

But there was no one else here?

Strange, could I have misheard?

How terrifying. Things tonight were so weird, it was getting creepy!

To confirm, Soran nervously lifted her head.

There was a pillow in front of her, and on the pillow, there was a… tail?

The tail seemed to feel Soran’s gaze and quickly leaned in, rubbing hard against her face.

Soran was dazed.

This wasn’t right!

Various signs indicated that something had happened—something had really happened.

Her pupils trembled uncontrollably.

She slowly crawled out of bed and tip-toed out the door, heading to the bathroom.

She switched on the Magic Lamp and stood before the long floor-length mirror…

The entire movement was fluid, without a single trace of hesitation.

Except… the mirror no longer held the image of a Human Sword Saint.

It clearly showed a bewildered, adorable little dragon girl who looked like she had just been born.

“This is a dream, right?”

After all, having just finished challenging the Evil Dragon, it was far too surreal to turn into a Dragon Cub on the very first night back home.

Moreover… looking closely, the little girl in the mirror was only about 1.45 meters tall.

Her pupils were heterochromatic—one red and one purple. Long white hair flowed down to her waist, and two cute, rounded dragon horns sat upon her head.

A dragon tail swayed behind her, looking just like… a childhood version of that Evil Dragon?

This was too fake. Or perhaps, the Evil Dragon was dissatisfied with being killed by me and deliberately invaded my dreams to spite me.

But… did the Evil Dragon really die?

I wasn’t sure, but I really didn’t want to have this dream anymore!

The dignified Human Sword Saint dreaming of becoming a little dragon girl—how ridiculous.

Soran steeled her heart and gave her supple arm a hard pinch, hoping to wake up quickly.

“Ow!”

It hurt.

It hurt a lot.

???

Aren’t you supposed to not feel pain in dreams?

Does that mean…

!

!!

!!!

This isn’t a dream at all!

Soran, the Human Sword Saint, had really turned into a little dragon girl…

She stared at the mirror in disbelief…

Oh no! If this is really me, then why am I not wearing any clothes?! Wahhh~

Soran rushed back to her room, slammed the door shut, and rummaged through her wardrobe for some clothes from when she was a child, throwing them on haphazardly.

The requirement was simple: as long as they covered her, it was fine.

After this incident, Soran would likely never dare to sleep naked again.

Having finished this, Soran sat back on the bed.

Now she could start thinking about what exactly was going on.

“What is there left to think about?! The fact that I’ve become a little dragon girl is happening to my own body. Thinking about it won’t help!”

The moment she spoke her thoughts aloud, Soran immediately covered her mouth.

Wahhh~

Why did my voice become so soft and sweet?

It didn’t sound intimidating at all.

Wahhh~

Soran’s pathetic tears began to flow.

The dragon tail tried to help wipe them away, but Soran slapped it aside.

“Don’t bother me! I’m very upset right now! It’s all your fault! Wahhh~”

Rejected, the dragon tail went limp on the bed as if it had died.

“If Dad sees me like this, how am I supposed to explain it…” Her head was throbbing.

“Wahhh~”

This matter must absolutely not be known by others.

The Human Race had never conducted any in-depth research on the Dragon Race.

As for a human turning into a dragon, it was unheard of.

Therefore, the chances of finding a way to change back among the Human Race weren’t just near zero—they were zero.

Suddenly, a thought popped into Soran’s head.

The Evil Dragon might be dead, or she might not be, but there was a high probability she was still alive.

If she wasn’t dead… could I find her and demand an explanation? Maybe she could change me back?

Yes, only the Dragon Race could pull off a stunt like turning a person into a dragon.

There must be a way if I find her.

I’ve already traveled the path to find the Evil Dragon once, so I still remember it.

What I need to do now is avoid everyone else on the way.

As long as I’m not discovered and can sneak into the forest outside the city, no one will ever know that the Human Sword Saint they are so proud of has turned into a little dragon girl.

Soran grabbed her dragon tail from the bed to wipe her tears dry.

No time like the present.

Just as she sat up to prepare supplies for the long journey, the voice she least wanted to hear drifted from outside the door.

“Soran, is that you?”

!

Why is Dad awake?!

Soran quickly shrunk back into the quilt, wrapping herself up and pretending to be asleep.

Don’t get caught, don’t get caught…

“Leaving the light on in the middle of the night… Magic Power is expensive for the Human Race, you know.”

With a click, Sodlan turned off the light.

“Soran?”

Dad, don’t come into my room! Please! Please!

But whatever one fears most is bound to happen.

Sodlan had already turned the doorknob and pushed the door open…