# 033 The Demon Dragon King Apparently Comes from a Lair
# 033 The Demon Dragon King Apparently Comes from a Lair
In the beginning, there was light.
From the light, darkness was born, and from the struggle between light and darkness, chaos was born.
"You're familiar with the Creation Myth, right?"
"Yes."
"Then let's skip it."
To summarize the Creation Myth.
Light and darkness fought, and the light became the Twin Moon Goddesses.
The defeated darkness became the Heavenly Demon God.
Humanity, born in between, followed the gods matching their own inclinations, each believing in a different disposition.
The end.
There was no particular need to discuss complicated mythology.
What mattered was the location of the place I'd mentioned, the Church of the Heavenly Demon God.
"The primordial darkness became a Demon God, and the religion that believes in this Demon God is the Church of the Heavenly Demon God."
The Church of the Heavenly Demon God's naming followed the same principle as the Church of the Twin Moon Goddesses.
If the Church of the Twin Moon Goddesses believed in and followed the two goddesses represented by the two moons floating in the night sky, then the Church of the Heavenly Demon God worshipped the darkness that seemed to devour the moon.
Whether you believed in the Twin Moon Goddesses, or the Heavenly Demon God.
It was merely a difference in naming, depending on which god you believed in.
"Our destination is the Land of Darkness at the end of the western continent. Those folks over there are the best when it comes to handling dragon corpses."
"Um... are you okay with that?"
"A dragon handling a dragon corpse? No problem whatsoever. The dead are just dead. This is a matter concerning the essence of a dragon."
I pointed to my skin.
"The flesh is nothing more than a shell. Just as reptiles shed their skin, dragons merely shed their bodies. When a lifespan ends, the soul is reborn elsewhere, and the body the soul has vacated is just a cast-off husk."
"A husk...."
"It's different from the human perspective. Because when a dragon dies, it is reborn as a higher being."
So many humans asked about my use of dragon corpses that I could recite the answer naturally without even pulling out the notebook in my pocket.
"They say humans who die are reborn as humans, or reincarnate as lesser beings. But it's said that a dragon who has lived a sufficiently full life and dies may sometimes become a god."
"A god?"
"Yes. Becoming one of the many gods beneath the Twin Moon Goddesses or the Demon God."
Beneath the Twin Moon Goddesses and the Heavenly Demon God, countless gods existed.
Dragons were perhaps the race closest to ascending to the seat of divinity, and maybe being a dragon was simply a chance to enjoy the mortal world to one's heart's content before becoming a god.
"And the place where dragons are said to most commonly ascend to godhood is the Church of the Heavenly Demon God. It could be a little uncomfortable from a human perspective. Especially for you."
"......."
Sharia hung her head low.
"The Land of Darkness is practically the sanctuary of the Church of the Heavenly Demon God."
The Church of the Twin Moon Goddesses was light.
The Church of the Heavenly Demon God was darkness.
And to the Church of the Twin Moon Goddesses, the Church of the Heavenly Demon God was heresy.
They were akin to dark mages or the demonic races, people subjected to witch hunts.
A human was, first and foremost, a being standing on the side of light.
I was proposing that Sharia come with me to the land of heretics, and I was doing something that stimulated Sharia's trauma.
"It's natural for you, having been through that because your family was branded as heretics, to be uncomfortable with this. I admit, my consideration for you was greatly lacking in this regard."
The reason Sharia lost her family to the Church of the Twin Moon Goddesses' witch hunt was because they were falsely accused of being heretics who followed the Church of the Heavenly Demon God.
From a dragon's perspective, neither side mattered much—the Church of the Heavenly Demon God was actually closer—but from a human standpoint, it was, shall we say, a bit complicated.
"Sharia. Will you go to the Land of Darkness with me?"
"......."
She couldn't answer easily.
And this was also what made her a normal, ordinary human woman.
"Sharia, if it makes you uncomfortable, you don't have to follow. I can go alone. I had no intention of making you uncomfortable."
My reason for deliberately going to the Land of Darkness, the western end where the Church of the Heavenly Demon God was located, was entirely for Sharia's sake.
"I apologize. Forget what happened today."
Dragons rarely apologize.
But when it came to the words of a man seducing a woman, the story changed.
—Why on earth is he going this far for me?
A sense of wonder was bound to arise.
Especially if she was a clever child like Sharia, even more so.
"Um, Master. What is the specific reason you want to go to the Land of Darkness? About the dragon corpses... it would be good if you could tell me a bit more concretely."
"I plan to make you an outfit that matches your dress. From my scales."
I deliberately emphasized my words.
My scales.
"Huh...?"
"I intend to shed my scales and make an outfit for you."
Sharia's mouth dropped open in shock.
It seemed she had never expected that I, a dragon, would make her clothes, let alone by plucking my own scales.
"M-my clothes...?"
"Yes. Your clothes."
I had already sketched out the specific design for the outfit in my head, but when speaking aloud, I naturally had to conceal the truth.
"Going forward, we'll have to travel to many places together...."
I could only reveal what was permissible.
I fiddled with the shoulder strap of Sharia's dress, showing her what I was concerned about.
Exposure.
Her chest.
"It's a problem if you only wear that dress, you know."
We planned to travel to many places in the future.
Traveling all over the world, Sharia would have various experiences, and in various places, she would have various kinds of sex with me.
Someday, if she became my wife, she would stay inside my dungeon and spend a long time there.
But her operating inside the dungeon, in my lair, was a story for when she became a being beyond a Sword Master—and when I had decided to confront humans.
For the immediate present, I had to equip Sharia so she could adventure safely.
With gear that looked light on the outside, but in reality was a masterpiece that no attack could penetrate.
"Since you can't keep walking around in just a dress forever, I'm planning to make a robe for you to wear over it."
"Could that robe possibly be...."
"I'll make it from my own shed skin."
Giving a part of my dragon skin to the woman who would become my wife was no problem at all.
Even if I plucked a piece, it would quickly grow back in about a year, and my scales were countless anyway.
"There's an artisan in the Land of Darkness who refines scales into thread-fine strands and makes them into clothes. I'll ask him to touch up the dress you're wearing a little, too. It'll probably look prettier if he works on it than if I do it."
"Hmm...."
Look prettier.
At those words, Sharia started fidgeting with her fingers and gauging my reaction.
"Really?"
"Yes. And...."
I reached out into the empty air.
I pulled a plain black robe from a pocket dimension and draped it over Sharia's shoulders.
"It's fine to walk around like that inside my lair, but when we go outside, let's cover up with this."
"Ah."
Sharia lowered her head, then looked up at me with a sly smile.
"Is it because you dislike my body being revealed to others that much?"
"......."
If we were going back and forth as human to human, I would've deflected it roughly, but I was Sharia's master and a dragon.
"Of course. Since your body is only for me to see."
It was nothing strange for a dragon to display greedy possessiveness.
I had zero intention of making my woman's chest, my woman's legs, a spectacle for others.
Of course, there were cases like Lilith or others who strongly wanted to show off their figures to others, but even so, I did not want Sharia to directly expose her body, at least.
'A silhouette might be another matter.'
Still, I couldn't give up the desire to show off that this woman was my woman.
Sharia's robe was designed to thoroughly conceal physical exposure, yet reveal her body's form in detail through its silhouette.
So-called, a see-through robe.
And one more thing....
"Could it be that you're planning to make something else besides the robe?"
"......."
?
How did she know?
At Sharia's words, I felt genuine chills down my spine.
"While I was investigating the room in the villa, I found this...."
Slowly, Sharia grabbed the hem of her dress and lifted it forward.
Looking at her lower body, I reflexively gulped.
"The fact that it's all black... is that your taste, Master, or does this also contain parts of your body?"
"Well...."
Faced with Sharia's incredibly lewd black underwear, I simply couldn't help myself.
"How about we have sex first and then talk?"
* * *
At that moment.
In the Land of Darkness, the stronghold of the Church of the Heavenly Demon God, a strange rumor began to circulate.
"The Demon Dragon Lord Let's Sex has supposedly started to become active, you know?"
Approximately eight hundred years.
The Demon Dragon Lord who had been dormant for an immense time had begun his activities.
Upon hearing the news, the people of the Land of Darkness urgently began to gather information.
"The Demon Dragon Lord is appearing? Heh heh, there's going to be an uproar again about some princesses or count's daughters getting violated."
"Is that all? People who'll be exposed and killed by the Unicorn will come out. Those who usually go around boasting about their chastity—if they get caught by the Demon Dragon Lord, it's over."
"The Demon Dragon Lord is becoming the Rape Dragon, huh...."
Though a being of legend, the Demon Dragon Lord's infamy was sky-high.
And then.
"The Demon Dragon Lord...! I find no lack in confronting him! I'll wager my wife and settle this!"
"Why would you touch your wife?"
"I have a wife I haven't touched once since we married! Heh heh, even the Demon Dragon Lord wouldn't be able to get past this, right?"
"Ugh, crazy bastard."
The people of the Land of Darkness reacted differently from ordinary people elsewhere.
"So we might get to see the legendary Rape Parade...."
"Probably not? He's been quiet for eight hundred years, after all."
"Hey, think about him coming out to relieve everything that's been pent up for eight hundred years. It'll be chaos, absolute chaos."
"Hmm... is that so? Well, I'm not someone who'll get raped, so it doesn't matter to me! Haha."
"I suppose I should say I'm lucky to have been born male. Heh heh."
While there were those who feared the Demon Dragon Lord's activation, there were also those who were delighted by his appearance.
The Land of Darkness was teeming with people who rejoiced in the chaos the Demon Dragon Lord would bring to the world.
And then.
"......."
An alleyway.
A blonde, golden-eyed woman in a white priestess's robe shook her head with a bitter face at the people's words.
"A dragon coming to violate a princess, huh...."
The woman placed a hand on her own chest and gulped.
"...Nah, no way."
The woman, Leticia, quietly gripped her staff.
"......It, it won't be me... right. I am the Saintess of the Church of the Heavenly Demon God. Yeah...."
Leticia hoped and wished.
That the Demon Dragon Lord would please, please go somewhere else, not the Land of Darkness.
"...He won't come, will he?"
Leticia pulled down the hood of her priestess's robe, clasped her hands together, and prayed.
Please, let the Demon Dragon Lord not come here.