Surviving the Reverse Harem

27 – Change

After the party, I took a leisurely walk in the garden.

Walking through this peaceful garden alone, I sometimes seemed to forget that I was living in a world that was about to perish.

“What should I buy?”

Sitting on a wooden chair, I thought about the gift I would give Yver next month.

Yesterday, I thought about rare jewels and family treasures, but they seemed shabby compared to the gifts of the rich men of Irelle.

I don’t know what the meaning of my gift as a nominal fiance to Irelle, who already has everything from the numerous gifts offensive in the first place.

It was difficult to choose a gift for a female protagonist in a reverse harem.

While I was immersed in thoughts, magical energy suddenly enveloped the garden. The insects that had been singing at the overwhelming presence silenced the sound, and the cool wind ran away.

“Here you are.”

After the flow of magical power stopped, Sally, a girl with green hair, approached with a smile. She smelled of fresh grass from her.

I felt various types of mana through the senses I gained from manga.

Each of these brilliant manas were like priceless precious jewels. I politely greeted the existence that sucks mana just by existing.

“Greetings again. I’m Robert from Alberga. It’s an honor to meet you.”

“You recognized me right away at the party. Have you met any other dragons?”

“No. Sally is the first.”

“Hmm, even sensitive people wouldn’t think it was a dragon. You’re quick-witted. I like it.”

Dragon exists.

However, not only ordinary people, but also those outstanding enough to go down in history, have met dragons.

Dragons are demigods. And as perfect as its strength, it has no interest in other races, including humans.

Therefore, it was difficult for ordinary people to think of dragons polymorphing into humans.

She wouldn’t have known if I hadn’t remembered the story of a dragon named Sally that I had heard in her previous life.

Seliod the Watcher. She is the only dragon who is interested in humans and has a bad taste in making bets and stuffing lost humans.

“It was fun to see people live. Do you know the anecdote about the first king of the empire and the dragon?”

“Yes. I know.”

“Whether it’s joy, anger, or frustration, it doesn’t matter what kind it is. If you can awaken my emotions after I’ve been numb for countless years, I’ll grant you one wish.”

The first king of the empire remembered the failed bet and questioned the dragon.

“Are there any humans who have succeeded?”

“Not only humans, but not all races of Middle-earth. Do you still want to bet with me?”

I closed my eyes for a moment and nodded after thinking.

“I will.”

“You know when you fail, right?”

“I know.”

“Okay. Originally, I was going to leave an alter ego, but you said you have a fiancé? I’ll do it as a pet.”

The creature created by gathering the transcendent density of magic was a squirrel.

A squirrel that looks like a craftsman carved a moon stitch by stitch came to me.

Unrealistically cute squirrel’s eyes were flowing with strange magic.

“This squirrel will watch your life.”

The dragon disappeared along with the strong wind.

The moment the dragon approached me with interest, I had no choice. To humans, dragons are a natural disaster.

“It’s a wish…”

I don’t know what kind of emotions the dragon might think of when it sees me, but I have a reason to approach Irelle more actively.

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I was lost in my thoughts about what happened yesterday when I heard the sound of footsteps approaching me.

“Do you have a minute?”

“Yes, Baron Chekeman.”

Baron Chekeman approached with a pretentious smile and started talking to me, and at some point people gathered around me.

“It’s a bit sudden, but can we do some light sparring for a while?”

It was familiar.

Since rumors spread that I was a hero, there were people everywhere who challenged me to fight in order to raise their honor.

Normally, those who came to sparring with me were defeated and retreated by those who followed me like Vigel, but this time the opponent was different.

Chekemin, the one who led the nobles and applied for sparring against me, was a nobleman’s knight.

“Yes.”

Chekemin was a former member of the Imperial Knights and was a skilled man who even escorted the imperial family. When he was in the Knights Order, among the rank and file knights, there were few knights who could deal with Chekemin.

Although he is retired now, he has become stronger through rigorous training, so he should be able to deal with a young kid called a warrior lightly.

Now, what does this situation mean?

Pang! Phut! A sword that bursts through the air and extends.

‘I didn’t react properly…’

Some of the sword’s path was unexpected, and crucially, it was too fast than expected.

The next sword attack fired from the exact same position.

Che Kemin lowered his stance, straining his body. With a quick sword strike, Chekemin struggled to bring his sword and deflected it.

“Huh… The rumors were true.”

Chekemin’s eyes were extremely heavy.

Chang!!

The wind generated by the impact of the clash of flags shook the hair of the nobles watching.

After exchanging swords about twenty times, Che Kemin could not react at all to the sword that stopped in front of his eyes.

“Thank you for your hard work.”

“Huh…”

After the sparring, I shook hands with Che Kemin.

“It’s as rumored.”

“…..”

“What kind of education did you get to reach that level at this age… It’s amazing.”

“Thank you.”

I glanced at him as he returned to the nobles, then moved on to his inn.

This was also familiar.

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Kwajik!

Wilbert stretched out his arm and broke the window of his carriage. He dragged Irelle outside with his bloodstained arms.

His body was contorted from head to toe. He turned into a werewolf and howled at the moon.

“Ahhhhh.”

“Can’t we keep our hands off this filthy beast, Miss Irelle!!”

Among the fallen soldiers, one of Irelle’s men, a handsome bard, raised his sword.

Wilber approached and grabbed the man’s head.

“Ughhhhh!”

The man screamed. Wilbert lifted the man with his left hand and gave strength to his hand.

Pop!

With a dull sound, the man’s head exploded like an apple being crushed. Her head was shredded and white brains spilled on the floor.

“With this… Filthy body, Eriel…”

Wilber murmured incoherently and vigorously stepped on the man’s genitals with his head exploding.

– Thump thump

Wilber, who had been stepping on the ground until the shape of his penis disappeared, lifted up the fainting Irrel and ran into the forest.

Ir El had a dream: she met a man who was a bard who looked like a famous British actor. He became rapidly closer and mingled with a picnic.

She was lying with him in the carriage listening to his song when she heard a scream outside.

To assess the situation, the man I was lying with left the carriage.

When she turned her head, at her window, another of Irelle’s men, Suin Wilber, was watching her.

Irrel opened his heavy eyelids. Instead of her manly Wilbert face, her alien werewolf was looking down at her.

“Are you awake?”

“Why is that?”

“I told you the other day. Don’t date other men.”

“What do you care if I date another guy?”

Wilberg’s pupils constricted at Ireel’s words.

She

El said as her body trembled at the appearance of a wild beastman, which was different from what she had thought.

“Can you handle what you did?”

“Can you handle it?”

“I can handle it. Wouldn’t my men stay still if they knew I was gone?”

Wilbert laughed bitterly at Ireel’s words.

“Who are the men?”

“The Crown Prince, Heir of the Northern Grand Duke, Apprentice of the Archmage, Heir of the Black Dagger, Son of the Caravan, High Elf, Son of the Chancellor, Hero, Prince of the Realm, and Dragon.”

Irelle, who gained confidence while talking about men, looked straight into Wilbert’s eyes and said.

“Remove the spirit restraints and release me. Then I’ll spare your life.”

“I hate it.”

“You say you don’t like it? Can you handle it?”

Wilbert said while touching the round demon’s heart.

“Yes.”

“You can afford it?”

“Uh. Can you feel the Magi covering the cabin here?”

Irrel looked at Wilbert with a puzzled expression.

“Do you think my men won’t find me because of this madness?”

“Oddly enough, when Margi surrounds you. Other men aren’t looking for you. I was surprised when I first found out.”

“When Magi surrounds me, they won’t look for me?”

“As expected, you didn’t know. I’ll tell you slowly.”

Recalling the moment he first found out about this, Wilbert covered Irelle’s mouth with a cloth.

Creeping, creaking.

The bed screamed whenever Wilbert’s gigantic body moved. Looking down at Irrell, who screamed with his cloth-bound mouth, Wilber felt satisfied.

“No one’s going to find you. No one.”