Even If I’m Reborn as a Cute Dragon Girl, I Will Still Make a Harem Chapter 11: Perfect Sculpture

Mother was floating in midair with a red dress. In pair with her blazing red hair, it looked as though her entire being was on fire. She was so eye-catching even in the darkness of the night.

The mont mother appeared, those thousand pair of golden pupils extinguished imdiately. And the ones who already engaged in fights stopped in place like a TV show that’s been paused.

“Don’t you have anything to say, Akarin?”

Mother fixed her gaze on Akarin, who was trying hard to reduce his presence by hiding behind other dragons.

Akarin had tried to stay hidden as he moved away from them, but with that question from mother, the other dragons had imdiately set their eyes on him. So of those eyes literally shone like spotlights. Akarin was now lit up by these lights, the pitiful man looking just like a criminal surrounded by helicopters in police action movies.

Akarin smiled awkwardly and raised the roast at in his claw, “I am having my last al…”

“The festival hasn’t ended yet, what do you an by last al?”

“Is that so?” Akarin smacked his head and it actually produced a tallic noise, “Just look at my senile old brain. The festival is clearly still ongoing, yet I thought it was already over. It looks like my brain doesn’t function well anymore if I don’t give it a good smack. Old age is finally catching up to huh?”

Mother squinted her eyes and released a dangerous aura, “If you want to retire early, I can grant your wish…”

Akarin suddenly straightened his back and held up his head, “I suddenly feel like I can go on for another ten thousand years.”

“That’s good then,” mother reached out her hand, “Hand over the at.”1

Akarin flew up to the sky and handed over the roast at to mother.

“Hehe, so your majesty is hungry, you should’ve said that earlier. I actually fought over this at for my queen, but those blockheads just wouldn’t let up, they seriously need to be punished!”2

Mother completely ignored him and fixed her attention on the roast at with flushed cheeks, “Hehehe, it’s my daughter’s sculpture~ Although it has been cooked, but if I process it properly and then cast ti freeze magic on it, I will be able to preserve it for eternity. That way, even if my daughter left for whatever reason in the future, I can still use her sculpture to… hehehe…”

Oi oi, did you just say sothing outrageous? That’s a lump of at, it’s food and ant to be eaten! Quick, Akarin, you should advise your queen to eat it! Otherwise, your queen would only walk further down the dark path as a pervert!

Upon hearing these, Akarin imdiately said, “Your Majesty is right, how can such a masterpiece be eaten! We should process it properly and admire it at all tis.”

*Akarin, how could you be so shaless? Aren’t you a mighty dragon? The romance of all n! How can you bend to power? You should know that the sculpture looks exactly like without any skin. You could already label my mother as necrophilia with this. Are you really sure you want your queen to delve into such a strange direction? Careful that one day in the future mother might just get rid of you and make you into taxidermy mounts.3

However, Akarin was unaware of the future danger and continued to praise mother’s taste in artwork with a virtuous face.

Mother looked at the cooked sculpture with slight dissatisfaction, “It’s a pity that the head is missing…”

Then she looked towards my direction…

I imdiately sliced a lump of at with the knife and stuffed it into my mouth.

“Mmm, mmh (So good)”

Don’t joke with ! If we really reattach the head, I bet mother will leave the ten ters tall sculpture in the cave and test one set of clothes after another on the skinned while laughing creepily… just thinking about it gives the heebie-jeebies.

“Tsk!” Mother unhappily glanced at the sculpture head that’s been ssed up by , then she looked at the sculptor.

“Auguster Bastier, you sculpt a new head for .”

Reject it, you must reject it! Mother is going to do sothing bad to the work of art! This is a blasphe towards the masterpiece! As an artist, aren’t you supposed to struggle to the bitter end to preserve the goodness of the art?

The sculptor transford into a human and bowed with the right hand on his chest, “It is my honor to be at your service, my queen.”

How about your perseverance as an artist? Generally speaking, aren’t artists supposed to be more particular about their work the more they seek perfection? For you to agree so frankly, don’t you feel sorry for your work?

Alright, you know what? For a man… no, a dragon to salivate while looking at his work, he probably doesn’t give any ⓢⓗⓘⓣ about that.

He only cared if it tasted good or not.

At this very mont, I profoundly understood how very powerless I was. Even as ⓑⓔⓔⓟ— as I was in my previous life, I still couldn’t deal with the dragon queen with extre daughter complex…

Thus… I have… no choice but to endure…

Kek! She obviously just want the at herself!He’s such a smooth talker…sen.wikipedia/wiki/Taxidermy