Even a Cicada Becomes a Dragon If Reborn

the dragon is having marriage interviews and might have found his wife!

When the sun rose high in the sky, about ten females had gathered before my eyes.

Well, the ten candidates who had gathered for my cause all had different races, because excluding me dragons no longer existed in this world.

Various races had answered my call. It was a cerberus, a chimera, a lizardman, a harpy , a lamia, a garuda, a siren, an arachne, a pegasus and a huge frog . . .

. . . Nn?

If you looked carefully, weren’t all of them the creatures I had captured yesterday to feed on and then let go?

Well? I should have sung a song of courtship, so why did they appear in front of me again?

The one to answer my question was the aforementioned shrine priestess of the lizardman.

The reason.

Because I had let them go, their hearts had been struck by my great affection.

And even when back at their nest they couldn’t help but remember yesterday’s event.

Then, a familiar voice resounded in the sky, they noticed that it was a song of courtship and when they dreamed of the fortune of becoming the wife of a dragon they left their nest.

On the way they met similar companions who aimed for me and that was how they finally arrived here together.

. . . I see, did fear become affection when flipped?

For a female to give birth to a strong descendant, creatures instinctively sought a strong man. Yesterday’s event was enough to show them my power.

The awe of my power remained in them and when they listened to my song of courtship, did it changed into yearning of the same magnitude?

. . . Well, did the process even matter? What I should be thinking about now should be the ten females who had gathered before me.

It was because I must choose only one from among them.

I will not make the stupid thing called harem. Love couldn’t be sold in pieces. A couple, it was simply because a couple was two together were one.

To live together, sing together, eat together and sleep together.

Until death do us part, it was an oath that kept both tied together. It meant that they became a couple.

Though it was bad for them, I will only choose one person in this place.

And the others who weren’t fated to be with me, fate will someday tie them so someone somewhere.

Now, let’s start without hesitation and anxiety, the selection ceremony for the bride of the dragon.

I paid attention to the chimera first.

The chimera matched with me who was a dragon, it took great pride in its stout body, the manly golden mane of a lion flowed down its back, the body of a goat . . .

Mane?

No, if my knowledge I had inherited was correct, then a lion with a mane would be male.

The face of the chimera was died in shame at my question, it answered with gestures and although the lion’s head and the snake’s tail were of a male, the essential part of the goat’s body was female.

Fumu . . .

After I considered it for a while, I told her the words of the refusal. The chimera sadly went away deep into the forest.

To the back of the figure going away, my heart was pained with a stung.

Forgive me chimera. I had no confidence to love a creature as a mate that was 2/3 male.

From the bottom of my heart I prayed that someday she would find a chimera that was 2/3 female.

The next one my gaze set on was the cerberus. The cerberus came to my feet while breathing Hah Hah from her three mouths and then showed her belly with a flop, it was the same appearance of submission that was shown yesterday.

After I looked down on her sorry state, I solemnly told her the words of refusal.

The three heads of the cerberus cried “““Kuun“““ and she tottering left this place.

Cerberus this was not the end, however it was for both our sakes.

Marriage was neither control nor submission. The most important part in a happy married life was that the wife and husband had an equal relationship.

A sad howl could be heard from the black forest. Let’s sincerely pray that she would someday find a male that can treat her as an equal.

Now, my eyes set on the harpy who couldn’t raise a sound. Her body and wings trembled as she fearfully advanced in front of me.

After all, the instinctive fear of the creature known as dragon couldn’t be erased. Her eyes gradually became wet.

However her cheeks became slightly red and it seemed that she was tinged with the heat of goodwill.

Her wings restlessly moved PataPata and her mouth opened PakuPaku.

Then having remembered the situation of herself not being able to speak, she dropped her shoulders and looked down.

(. . . Fumu, how about this?)

I reached out my hand to her, put my index finger on her head and tried to talk to her without using words.

If I did it this way, she and I should be able to connect to each other with the voice of the heart.

The harpy didn’t hide the look of surprise and joy in the voice that reached me.

While being flustered she began to speak.

My big wings are very beautiful, she thought that I look very good when flying in the sky above the clouds, and my loud roar is very enviable.

It might have been because she had no experience in speaking the language so far. Her words were broken and didn’t get many points across, but I was able to understand more than enough of what her heart tried to convey so eagerly.

This loveable being really shook and moved my heart, but I desperately restrained it and conveyed to her the words of refusal.

The face of the harpy girl looked as it would begin to burst into tears at any moment, she shook her head left and right as if she was expecting this outcome from the beginning and blew out a small sigh. And she immediately tried to fly away from this place.

I stopped her to wait a little bit.

I put a finger on her head again and conveyed my heart’s words.

I think you are very desirable, it doesn’t matter to me that you can’t sing, however I have to say that for me you are ‘too small’.

After hearing the word too small, she wonderingly gazed at my body and got startled when she suddenly understood it, then covered her face with her hands and wings. From the gaps I could see that her cheeks were red like fire.

Even though she was much bigger than a cicada, her physique was on the same level as a human. There was no way for her to accept my sex organ which was bigger than her thin body.

To the woman who crouched down ashamed, in the end I once again conveyed my words.

“It is impossible to marry you, but we should be able to become friends. If you envy my wings you can ride on my back. On top of the clouds and if you wished for it I will take you close to the stratosphere.”

The harpy girl for the first time here showed me a lovely smile such as a young apple and flew away to the eastern sky while repeatedly bowing.

The existence called friend, through my previous life and this life I was finally able to make one and I couldn’t help letting my heart bounce.

The next one to come forward in front of me was the lamia.

The race called lamia, even by a dragon’s standard it had a satisfactory big body.

Moreover the body was flexible and a few ‘Impossibilities’ would work too.

It was an existence close to the dragon and originally I wanted to make her my bride by all means . . .

After all, the belly of the lamia swelled out.

Ah, don’t misunderstand it, I didn’t particular mind that the woman wasn’t a virgin and I have obsession on it.

It didn’t have anything to do with my past, but you should love every child as if they were your own.

But, however . . .

I tell the lamia. That “I can’t make someone who doesn’t love me my wife”.

The lamia showed a startled expression at my words and apologized while deeply bowing her head.

And she patted and stroked her stomach protectively and turned her back to me.

Even if she lost weight, it was a dignified back figure. I raised my voice to the leaving lamia in the distance.

(TL: Ah, I forgot to say, although food is sufficient I want to practice hunting a little. On the occasion let me deliver the prey to you tomorrow.)

The lamia looked back with a surprised expression and repeatedly bowed and apologized many times. And slowly returned to the spring in the north.

I then noticed.

Among the ten that gathered here, in fact only she had no feelings towards me.

Who she really loved was only one and that was only the child in her belly.

It was an extraordinary hardship for a pregnant lamia to live alone. In order to keep the child in her belly alive, she tried to entrust her body to me.

The meaning of those repeated apologies was just a confession that she wanted to be my wife because of her calculation.

I while seeing her departing figure thought that the child would be born in another several months.

It was her child, surely a strong child would be born.

Next to step forward before me was the lizardman shrine priestess.

I politely declined. Good-bye.

The lizardman shrine priestess clung to me, who immediately tried to look at the garuda next, and closely questioned why herself was useless.

Though there were various reasons, I first of all properly answered that the size would be different.

After she was a demi-human, so her size was a bit larger than a harpy or human. It won’t be able to accept me.

However, she looked up at me and spoke in a dignified manner.

The reason.

Even if it is not my frontal attack, there should be plenty other ways.

It wasn’t impossible to conceive a child with help of devising and ingenuity.

It was her long-cherished desire and didn’t matter even if her body broke in the middle of the act.

Furthermore, she could be eaten without hesitation when she has become broken.

. . . Indeed, there seemed to be things that couldn’t be understood at all even with the wisdom of a dragon.

I while being tormented by headaches, signaled the garuda with my eyes. I felt relieved when the garuda picked up the lizardman shrine priestess on both her shoulders and flew away to the western sky.

In the sky I still continued to hear the words of the lizardman shrine priestess.

I thought shrine priestess were something more neat, but was that just the selfish fantasy of men?

Or, with the believer of the religion that believes in the dragon, everyone had changed like that?

I only slightly had doubt in the existence of myself that she worshipped.

Well, because the garuda had disappeared too, only four remained.

First of all is the siren, because she is a demi-human too, she is after all still too small for me. However she answered me with full confidence.

“It is alright, because our sexual intercourse is the same as fishes.”

I had no desire to take up after her. I didn’t want such a sad married life.

(TLN: 私は彼女にお引取り願った not really sure about the first one.)

The next one was the arachne who had the lower body of a spider and the upper body of a woman.

. . . Right there it was, when I was a cicada, my wings were nearly taken by the spider web and spiders were no good because of the trauma from that time.

It couldn’t be done without lust.

So as not to hurt her I conveyed my apology with harmless words.

It was the pegasus that had come out subsequently. Although she was bigger than a demi-human, the male genital of a pegasus was at the same level as a horse and mine was of a dragon level.

It might somehow become unreasonable and she might not have the distorted preference like the lizardman on this matter.

I tell her to find a wonderful male from the horse race and the pegasus neighed highly only once and returned to the eastern sky.

. . . Well, although I had made various detours, to me actually, there seemed to have been only one choice from the beginning.

I stared at her, the only one left at this place.

She also stared at be bashfully.

And it sang that.