Even If I’m Reborn as a Cute Dragon Girl, I Will Still Make a Harem

To facilitate movement, the two changed positions, with Myre clinging tightly behind Loya, wrapping her arms around Loya’s neck like a serpent, while Loya supported Myre’s thighs and gave her a slight lift.

The wonderful sensation from her hands, back, and neck made Loya feel somewhat elated. This position allowed her to almost fully appreciate the beauty of a young girl.

“This way.” Myre pointed in a direction.

“Are you sure?” Clearing the unhealthy thoughts from her mind, Loya asked seriously, knowing that one wrong step in someone else’s domain could lead to disaster.

“Intuition.”

Myre closed her eyes as if sensing something, “My intuition is always accurate.”

“Alright, I’ll trust you this time, but after this, you have to talk to your brother about giving me a raise!”

With determination, Loya sped off in the direction Myre pointed to.

At that moment, a chilly breeze blew, and the increasingly sharp and grating voice of the fake Moore once again came from behind them.

The cold wind made Myre shiver; she had sweated a lot from the vigorous activity, causing her thin nightgown to stick uncomfortably to her skin. As the sweat evaporated, taking a lot of heat with it, Myre, already frail, felt the cold acutely.

So, she leaned even closer to the warm body in front of her.

Perhaps sensing the abnormality from behind, Loya redirected the flow of her battle-qi, wrapping it gently around Myre. The warmth it emitted made Myre feel much cozier.

“It’s warm, thank you.” Myre said softly.

“Hey, I have to earn my salary of fifteen silver coins a day!”

Loya said nonchalantly and then suddenly shouted, “Hold on tight!”

Myre hugged tighter as instructed. Loya then straightened up, using her left foot as a pivot, twisting her waist, and her right leg swept out like a steel whip towards the fake Moore not far behind them.

Myre tucked in her neck, hearing the whistling wind.

“What?”

The fake Moore seemed caught off guard by Loya’s counterattack, managing only to block with one hand in haste.

Crack—

A bone-chilling sound came from the fake Moore’s blocking left hand.

“Ahh!”

The fake Moore screamed shrilly, the terrifying green glow in his eyes flickering like a candle in the wind.

“Damn you! I’ll kill you! I’ll kill you!”

“Bye-bye now.”

Using the recoil to gain speed, Loya didn’t look back and made her escape.

“Damn, that was thrilling.”

Loya wasn’t afraid of the recent dangerous maneuver; instead, she was excited, shaking her head, “I’ve rarely played this big in my life.”

“You… are you okay?” Myre asked worriedly.

“I’m fine, I’m fine.” Loya patted her chest, boasting bravely, “Although my rank isn’t as high as that freak’s, when it comes to fighting, I’ve never been afraid of anyone.”

“Really?”

Myre didn’t say more, simply quietly enduring the noticeably abnormal jolting.

“Go upstairs.”

After traversing a corridor so lengthy it made one’s heart palpitate, the two arrived at a stairwell devoid of any light.

Stairs cascaded upwards, extending into the darkness where one could not see their hand in front of their face, like a ferocious beast with its gaping maw open, waiting for prey to willingly walk into its mouth.

“Are you sure?”

Looking at the dark, ominous stairway, Loya too seemed a bit apprehensive at the moment.

“Of course.”

Myre nodded, “My intuition tells me it’s upstairs.”

“If I had known, I wouldn’t have come downstairs.”

After receiving a definite answer, Loya’s expression changed uncertainly, but feeling the gradually approaching cold from behind, she ultimately gritted her teeth and plunged into the stairway.

“Damn it, let’s gamble. It’s better than waiting to die here!”

Entering the stairway led to an even longer stretch of darkness, a heavy darkness like a fog, capable of swallowing all senses.

Myre stared blankly ahead into the void. Here, whether one’s eyes were open or not no longer mattered.

“Eighteen steps… then turn left.”

“Three steps later, another eighteen steps… turn left again…”

Repeating this sequence several times, relying solely on Myre’s intuition, they astonishingly managed to navigate through the stairway successfully.

Fortunately, they encountered no further obstacles along the way.

“We’re here.” Myre gasped lightly, as if just sensing her intuition was a considerable burden for her.

“You’re not just relying on intuition; you’re like a human-shaped, self-propelled detector!”

Loya’s eyes sparkled with excitement, asking, “Is your intuition effective for finding gold and treasure too? How about we go treasure hunting after we escape? Trust me, with our combined strengths, we can make a fortune!”

“My intuition is mostly random,” Myre shook her head, “It only amplifies when I’m facing a threat. It can’t be used for treasure hunting.”

“Is that so, what a pity.” Loya pouted in disappointment.

After exiting the stairway and once again being greeted by light, they surveyed their surroundings.

“This is…”

Both Myre and Loya were somewhat surprised because…

“We’re back here?!”

Loya’s face was filled with confusion and disbelief. After all that running, they had somehow returned to their starting point, right in front of Myre’s room.

“Could we have been played?”

Loya looked around warily, “That b̲a̲s̲t̲a̲r̲d̲ is probably hiding somewhere, laughing at us.”

“No…”

But Myre suddenly fell into thought, “Perhaps my intuition was correct.”

“Why?”

“Because at the very beginning, the fake brother… he disguised himself as my brother to lure me out of the room. If I was already in his domain at that time, would he need to bother doing that?”

“Which means…”

Loya had an epiphany, “Your room is actually outside his domain!”

“Exactly!”

Clarifying the clues, Myre confidently stated, “That’s the entire domain’s weak point. An imperfect domain of someone below the saint realm who can’t freely alter and control it, that’s the difference between them and a true saint. But a domain is still a domain, beyond our capability to break. That’s why the fake brother was so eager to drive us away! As long as we don’t return to that room, no matter where we go, we can only scurry around within his grasp!”

Before she could finish…

“Kahahaha!”

A chill wind blew, and an increasingly grotesque figure emerged from the stairway behind them.

“Well done, girls.” The fake Moore approached with a sinister smile, his eerie green eyes fixating on them. “Forcing me to use my trump card!”

“Ha, whatever trump card you have, just bring it on. I’m not afraid.”

With the escape door right behind them, Loya once again spoke boldly.

“Heh, you little girl, I hope you can still talk tough after seeing this.”

The fake Moore reached into his bosom, searching for something. Loya frowned, subtly shifting towards the room, Myre clinging tightly behind her. Finally, the fake Moore pulled something out of his chest, no, several items.

“What…”

Upon seeing those items, Loya’s expression turned to one of utter shock, her steps freezing in place. Myre peeked from behind Loya, catching just a glimpse before those items frightened her into involuntarily opening her mouth wide.

“It’s actually… it’s actually…”

Shaking, Loya stuttered out the name of those items: