Heroine Hunts Heroines-Chapter 128

“Even if you can’t die, you scared me half to death!”

“Seriously, are you insane?”

The mother and daughter scolded me.

What’s the big deal? I was just running an experiment.

“Relax, I was just testing it. I was bored.”

“I already knew you were crazy, but seriously—where’s this Evil Dragon, anyway?”

Good question. Where could it be? Somewhere, no doubt.

Just as I briefly considered the dragon’s whereabouts, we reached the end of the corridor and entered a dome-like space.

The walls of the room shimmered faintly, seemingly emitting light on their own.

In the center of the room, a massive lizard with black scales lay sound asleep.

“Hmm, is that it?”

“It’s huge. Isn’t it on par with Hwangryong?”

Size-wise, it was certainly comparable to Hwangryong.

“Hwangryong gives off a snake-like vibe, but this one’s a proper Western-style dragon. Either way, you’ve got to strike first.”

Assuming it was on Hwangryong’s level, I’d need to assert dominance quickly and make it submit to me.

“But it’s sleeping. Are you sure about this?”

“Attack first, win first! Fire Punch!”

To establish dominance, I had to start strong.

I coated my fist in flames and delivered a punch square to the dragon’s face.

THWACK!

The impact was satisfying, so I threw a few more punches for good measure.

WHACK! BAM!

“Nice and solid.”

“Sometimes, I really want a divorce.”

“Did you even file a marriage certificate?”

Behind me, I could hear my wife and daughter plotting to abandon me.

“GRAAAAAH! Who dares disturb a sleeping dragon?”

The enormous dragon roared, twisting its massive body.

Now that it was awake, its sheer size became more apparent.

It rubbed its forehead with its front claws, almost endearingly.

Strangely enough, this dragon was the first creature to endure my punches without falling apart.

“This one’s tough. My punches are strong enough to make most people’s heads explode.”

“And yet here you are, traveling with an elf wench and a dragonkin harlot!”

“Oh, shut up!”

SMACK!

Still unaware of its place, I slapped the dragon across the face.

Its head jerked sideways as the blow landed.

“GRAAAHH!”

“Seriously? You think this thing could take on Hwangryong, Rachel? No way.”

Even if it wasn’t knocked out, a dragon this dazed from a few punches couldn’t possibly stand up to Hwangryong. Perhaps the elves had just been too weak to handle it.

“No, it’s really strong! It’s the one that nearly destroyed the Elven Kingdom. Look, it’s already getting back up after you hit it!”

She wasn’t wrong—the dragon had impressive resilience.

“How dare you mention another dragon in the presence of Magnute, the world’s greatest dragon? Who the hell are you?”

“Me? I’m Azidahaka, the Evil Dragon!”

I couldn’t lose the psychological battle.

This was going to be a showdown between an Evil Dragon and an Elder Dragon. Just thinking about it made my chest swell with anticipation.

“Wait, what did you just say? Azidahaka, the Evil Dragon?”

As I readied myself for a fight, the tone of the conversation suddenly changed.

The once-threatening Magnute now seemed hesitant.

“Yeah! Do you think you can beat me, Magnute or whatever your name is?”

Rather than responding with rage, Magnute sniffed the air around me, then stared at me as if realizing something.

“Ma… Maman?”

Unlike my battle-ready stance, Magnute’s expression softened, and he called me “Maman.”

What the hell?

“What nonsense is this?”

“Maman! I’ve missed you!”

His tone suddenly became joyful as the massive dragon grabbed me with his front claws and nuzzled his face against mine.

He even licked my chin, his saliva soaking me.

What the hell was this? Why was this fully grown dragon acting like this?

As I endured Magnute’s affectionate antics, Rachel grabbed me by the collar and shook me.

“Yoo Eun-ha, care to explain? What am I hearing right now? When exactly did you give birth to this massive thing?”

Rachel’s grip tightened, and beside her, Reyna glared at me.

Logically speaking, even if this massive creature had once been small, there was no way it could have come from my womb.

“No! I didn’t give birth to it! That’s impossible!”

“Mom, even if Eun-ha’s a bit… promiscuous, I don’t think she’d go that far. Besides, I’ve never seen her pregnant.”

Though Reyna came to my defense, I couldn’t help but feel strange about the insinuation.

Being labeled promiscuous stung a bit.

“Anyway, I’m not its Maman!”

“Maman!”

“Stop yelling in my ear! Why are you calling me Maman?”

Despite my strong denial, tears welled up in Magnute’s topaz-colored eyes.

What was I supposed to do with a crying dragon this big?

Reluctantly, I decided to listen to him.

“Maman, you gave birth to me and named me Magnute. I still remember how you hugged me with that tail you were hiding.”

A tail? How does he know about my tail?

Rachel grabbed my collar again.

“Eun-ha, you’re caught. He knows about your tail, so this has to be real. Are you seriously abandoning your own child? Look at his eyes—they’re the same as yours!”

“This is unfair! I swear on my dragon’s honor, I’ve never given birth to him!”

No matter how hard I thought, I couldn’t remember anything.

“Just admit it, Eun-ha. We won’t judge you for being a mom now.”

“Exactly. Abandoning a child is the worst thing a mother can do.”

Even Reyna was starting to doubt me. This betrayal stung.

“No, seriously, it’s not true.”

“Fine. Let’s leave that aside for now. The priority is convincing Magnute to join us, right?”

Reyna had a point. I needed to win Magnute over, whatever it took.

“Okay, so if he sees me as his Maman, I can use that to my advantage?”

“Exactly. Judging by how dim-witted he is, he was probably brainwashed in the future.”

For now, I couldn’t deny being his Maman.

Desperate times called for desperate measures, even if I had to borrow a dragon’s loyalty.

I approached Magnute with a gentle expression.

“Magnute, let’s say I’m your Maman. Would you help me out?”

“Do I have to leave here?”

“Yes.”

Obviously. What could I possibly want from this cramped space?

To my surprise, Magnute turned his head away.

“No, I don’t want to. It’s too much trouble.”

Where did this lazy dragon get off refusing me?

I walked around him and smacked his butt a few times.

SMACK! SMACK!

“You lazy shut-in lizard! How do you plan to live like this?”

“Humans and elves are all scared of me anyway. It’s comfortable here.”

I couldn’t believe my so-called “child” was a shut-in.

“Don’t worry. I’ll take you to my world and make you a hero. Follow me.”

“How?”

Magnute’s eyes sparkled like stars.

“If you defeat Hwangryong, you’ll become a hero to the humans.”

If he still refused, I’d just drag him along by force.

Honestly, if I could pummel him into submission, Hwangryong would be easy pickings. Still, it wasn’t worth taking unnecessary risks.

“Maman, will you stay by my side too?”

Magnute’s eyes gleamed with hope.

It pricked my conscience, but sacrifices had to be made to prevent war.

“Yes, I will. That world is my home, after all.”

“Okay, I’ll go!”

Seeing his massive body quiver with excitement made me feel slightly guilty, but at least he agreed.

Once the war was over, I wouldn’t mind letting him call me Maman.

***

Songdo

Whoosh! BOOM!

In the West Sea, 130 Raven jets were launching missiles to slow Hwangryong’s eastward advance.

While the term "delay" was used, it was more about reducing the dragon’s speed.

The only relief was that Hwangryong’s pace was slow, and the Hunter Air Force’s superior mobility ensured no casualties so far.

In Songdo, the heroines watching the battle between Hwangryong and the Ravens on TV let out a collective sigh.

“This isn’t going to work. Wouldn’t it have been better to use the mothership to stop Hwangryong from the air while the guild coalition dealt with the Chinese army?”

This sentiment was especially strong for Choi Si-woo, who had already experienced regression.

“We don’t even know how strong it is.”

“But still—”

“Besides, Eun-ha has the Akashic Record. If Eun-ha proposed this strategy, it’s proof that all those ‘efficient plans’ you’re imagining have already failed in the simulations.”

Lee Yoo-jung’s words made Choi Si-woo nod.

Right, the Akashic Record was in play.

“So, this is the path to victory?”

“That’s why this strategy was implemented.”

Han Suji tilted her head, skeptical. This method didn’t entirely seem like something Yoo Eun-ha would suggest.

At that moment, Ray appeared and landed on the table in the center of the heroines.

“Pyu-pyu!”

“Ray, we’re in the middle of an important discussion. Go back to Eun-ha’s room and sleep.”

“Pyuuiik!”

Frustrated at being ignored, Ray snorted and stormed out of the room.

“Oh dear, she’s upset.”

“She’s so different from Eun-ha—it’s kind of funny.”

“She’s adorable, though. That’s why we have to defend Songdo, at least for her sake.”

Resolving to protect even the smallest among them, the heroines steeled themselves.

Meanwhile, unaware of their thoughts, Ray wandered into Yoo Eun-ha’s room and stumbled upon a strange space.

It turned out to be a Magical Missile Control System room, hidden by Yoo Eun-ha.

“Pyu? Pyu! Pyu?”

Ray discovered a peculiar device resembling Yoo Eun-ha’s breast—but not quite.

Though it wasn’t an exact match, Ray decided it would suffice.

“Pyu!”

Approaching it, Ray pressed her head against the device.

[Beep! Magical Anti-Behemoth Missile System Activated. Welcome, Yoo Eun-ha.]

“Pyu?”

A strange female voice echoed through the control room, startling Ray.

In her panic, she began pressing buttons randomly.

RUMBLE!

Moments later, a sudden earthquake shook Songdo, startling all the residents.

***

Side: Park Yoon-cheol

“Damn it. We’re out of missiles.”

While the assault had slowed Hwangryong’s advance, at this rate, Seoul would soon fall within range of its breath attack.

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Once that happened, Seoul would be engulfed in flames.

For Park Yoon-cheol, who had spent the past few years living like a bum, it also meant the death of the girlfriend who had stuck by him through thick and thin.

“Well, if there are no teeth, we’ll make do with gums.”

If there were no missiles, then the only solution was to ram the fighter jets into it.

“Back in World War II, I thought the Japanese kamikaze attacks were the stupidest thing ever. Now I’m about to do it myself.”

[“What are you doing? Aren’t you retreating?”]

His former academy comrades tried to stop him, but now that he had steeled his resolve, he had to act.

“If you’re cowards who want to run, go ahead. Someone has to do this.”

By this point in the battle, the Ravens firing missiles were no longer visible—proof that their arsenal was depleted.

If even one second could be bought, any means were justified.

Thus, he made the decision to ram his Raven into Hwangryong.

Being a mana-powered fighter jet, it could at least deal some damage.

Park Yoon-cheol took out a photo of himself with his girlfriend, tears and snot streaming down his face. After a moment of sobbing, he wiped his face with his sleeve and steadied himself.

“I loved you, you bitch!”

With a cheap, melodramatic line, he accelerated his Raven toward Hwangryong like a moth to a flame.

BOOOOM!