Even If I’m Reborn as a Cute Dragon Girl, I Will Still Make a Harem Chapter 8: Birth Festival (2)

“A big applause to Atlas Beldo for bringing us such a moving performance,” Akarin used a handkerchief to wipe his eyes, “It’s really too touching. As expected of our race’s most outstanding musician.”

What do you an outstanding? From beginning to end, there’s only one “roar~”. Instead of an orchestra, it’s more like little dragons shouting inconsiderately. This kind of performance, I bet any creatures with an IQ of fifty or above can do it.

Furthermore, those accompanints didn’t even have a rehearsal, more than half of them had been knocked out in the middle of the orchestra, why are there no parents complaining?

Huh? Why is the spotlight swaying?

I turned my head to the side and found the brother pointing the spotlight at shedding tears and nodding in approval.

Upon noticing that I was looking at him again, the old chap suddenly leaned closer to whisper softly, “Did you see that just now princess? Ma lil boy is also in there, he sang so well.”1

How am I supposed to know which one is your boy? They all frigging sound the sa.

Perhaps he noticed my predicant, so he whispered again, “My son was the first to get knocked out.”

What the actual ⓕⓤⓒⓚ! So you are one of the parents that ought to be complaining! Your own son had been knocked out and you are feeling touched here. Be careful when you grow old, your child might send you to the nursing ho!

“Hm~ You Highness the princess, you need not worry. Ma child has a sturdy skull. Every ti I lectured him, I would be using a club to hit him. That kind of little stick is nothing to him.”

Ah… you just wait for your child to bury you alive after you grow old.

“The following program is brought to you by the greatest bard of our race, Kashington Jacky. Please enjoy the poem — [Dear Princess]”

The spotlight lit up against and shined on a middle-aged uncle with a handlebar mustache2. The uncle was holding a book in his hand and wore a monocle. He had the appearance of a gentleman.

It looks pretty authentic this ti. After all, you can’t just find any random groups of juvenile dragons to read a poem right? They probably might not even know how to read.

Jacky offered a humble bow to , then he took a deep breath and…

“Ah! Princess!

So powerful and bold!

With scales made out of black tal,

And fangs as sturdy as steel,

Your pectoral muscles are like two hills atop a plain,

Your abdominal muscles thick and strong.

Your roar!

Your bellow!

You have eyes that tore the vast skies!

And the most vicious face in the world!

Ah! Princess!

Please permit to sing loudly for you!

……

……”

S- such a nice poem… as if!

Are you blind? Can’t you see that I am standing right here?! Are you sure the thing you are writing about is ? Why do I feel like you are writing about a Demon King who’s going to destroy the world.

Where the hell do I have any pectoral or abdominal muscles, I don’t even have a pair of breasts you know?!

And what about the most vicious face? How can such a cute little creature like be vicious? Look, I can even act cute~

Could it be that I looked that way in your eyes?

Even the old ⓑⓔⓔⓟ— can’t complint such an explicit description.

“Give a hand of applause to the performance of our greatest bard. That was such a good poem, it exhibited all the strong points of our princess in great details. As expected of the greatest bard.”

I suddenly feel that… I have underestimated the species known as dragons too much. Their tastes are really a little too unique.

“Next, our race’s greatest sculptor, Augustus Bastier, will present his work, [The Miracle of Birth]. In order to complete this work, he entered the dangerous Sea of Origin several tis within half a day and completed it by using saint-level magic ten tis. His dedication is really touching… Alright, please welco Augustus Bastier!”

The spotlights gathered in one area and illuminated the ten-ter tall sculpture. However, as the sculpture was still covered by a red cloth, we couldn’t see it yet.

In front of the statue stood an old man in work clothes. He looked to be about fifty years old (in terms of human age).

The old man also bowed to , and said, “Princess, please enjoy this creation of my humble self.”

Then he imdiately pulled the red cloth.

After looking at the true identity of the sculpture, my brain crashed for no less than ten seconds. As the ⓑⓔⓔⓟ— of the ⓑⓔⓔⓟ—, I started to harbor doubts about all the crafts in my previous life.

Do not misunderstand, it is not that I am saying the sculpture is bad. In fact, the outer appearance is absolutely perfect. The sculpture is of my newborn self with the cloth mother used to cover . The sculpture is extrely realistic, even the folds of the cloth are carved perfectly. However…

“Ahhh! Mister Augustus Bastier’s work is still as peerless as always. He used the tendons of the deep-sea whale as raw materials to portray the cute appearance of our princess when she was just born…”

What the ⓕⓤⓒⓚ! It is actually carved out of flesh! I no longer have any power left to retort…

However, with a flesh sculpture that realistic, doesn’t it feel like looking at myself with skin peeled? This isn’t so kind of horror fiction you dumbass!

Not a typo, he has a bit of a strange /facial-hair-styles/mustache-styles/