The Hero Who Became a Monster Girl Will Never Fall to Evil

Honey pudding.

Of course there wasn’t any ready-made at home. Saying there was some had only been bait to lure the fish.

Vieya sighed quietly to herself. In any case, she’d feed Aislin properly first and only then send her back. It was already this late, after all.

At the very least, she’d once promised that woman’s mother—staying to eat a meal together was no big deal.

And what a coincidence. Isabelle had said before that a qualified maid would never allow the kitchen to fall into the embarrassment of lacking ingredients. So, entirely on her own dime, she had prepared a whole stockpile—honey, cream, eggs, lemon peel, nothing was missing. The vast storage cellar was packed to the brim with all kinds of ingredients.

Two hundred million gold coins were finally being put to good use.

After settling her daughter, Vieya left the sitting room and went into the kitchen to tell Isabelle to prepare a dessert for after the meal.

“Master, dessert this late at night?” the maid asked doubtfully as she bustled about the kitchen.

“It’s fine. An elf’s body can take the abuse—let her do whatever. I don’t mind,” Vieya replied blandly. “As for Jasmine, just give her honey milk.”

After a pause, she added, “Make more honey pudding. If you don’t know how, I can call Aislin over to help you.”

“It’s fine, Master, I have a recipe. You can leave it all to me! Once dinner is ready, I’ll come inform you!” The maid blinked her sea-blue eyes, brimming with motivation, her entire fish full of energy and hope.

Who would have thought that just over a month ago, she had still been a Demon King covered in wounds, heart dead as ash, trapped in a cage waiting to be sold?

Vieya nodded and left the kitchen, not disturbing the maid any further. She headed for the cellar to help fetch the ingredients for the honey pudding.

On the way, Aislin saw her gathering ingredients and went over to help. Jasmine, unwilling to fall behind as her mom’s considerate little cotton jacket, gulped down her milk in two mouthfuls and dashed over as well.

“Mom! I’ll help you!”

“No, we’re just picking up some ingredients. We don’t need that many people.”

“Hehe, Mom, I’m here!”

“Don’t come in. Wait until we’re done.”

Jasmine stood at the cellar entrance, staring at the pitch-black opening below, dark like a deep well. freewёbn૦νeɭ.com

A cellar—a traditional underground storage facility, usually a circular or square pit expanded beneath the ground. Its main purpose was to store food or wine...

Come to think of it, she’d never been inside a cellar before.

After hesitating for a moment, Jasmine finally worked up her courage and jumped down.

Thud!

A dull impact.

“—Jasmine!”

“Ah! Mom, did I smash into you?!”

“Get off me! You’re blocking my eyes!”

“But Mom, I’m scared of the dark.”

“Jasmine, I’m counting to three...”

“Waaah...”

“One, two—”

“All right, all right, you two stop messing around. I’ve already got the honey and eggs. Don’t keep the maid waiting outside,” Aislin said.

“Hmph!”

With Vieya’s cold snort, the generous slime stopped nitpicking. The little incident passed quickly.

With a few extra hands helping, the maid’s cooking sped up significantly. Before long, a sumptuous dinner was carried to the table.

After the meal, Aislin wiped her mouth with a napkin and suddenly made a request to Vieya.

“Little Vieya, may I take a look at that egg? Um... I’m a bit curious.”

She paused, then added, “You’ve been looking for incubation materials everywhere # Nоvеlight # for so long, and I still haven’t even seen what the egg looks like. I’m really curious.”

“Of course, if it’s inconvenient, then forget it...”

“It’s fine.”

Vieya nodded. As long as she didn’t let slip that the egg was the reincarnation of a Great Demon King, everything was still under her control.

Besides, she was also a little curious about what kind of reaction Aislin and Flaviel would have upon meeting.

Judging by birthplace, elves were born beneath the World Tree, and evil dragons were also born beneath the World Tree. So calling them fellow townsfolk wasn’t really a stretch.

Maybe when fellow townsfolk met fellow townsfolk, their eyes would well up with tears?

Vieya led Aislin and Jasmine into the neighboring room—her bedroom.

Click.

The glow lamp was switched on, and orange light filled the entire room.

The instant the light came on, Aislin saw the enormous, plump egg resting on the bed—nearly 1.6 meters tall. Its entire body was silver-white like moonlight, yet on closer inspection, golden divine patterns like ripples of the sun flowed across the shell.

At a single glance, Aislin’s heart leapt into her throat, her face turning pale.

This was a dragon egg—not some mixed-blood pig-dragon as the slime had claimed, but a pure-blooded giant dragon of noble lineage.

Just the dragon egg alone was already terrifyingly large. She couldn’t imagine how massive the dragon would be once it hatched and reached adulthood.

It felt like it could swallow her bird-mother whole in one bite.

“Little Vieya, do you know...” Aislin suddenly spoke, her voice dry. “According to elven ancient records, the largest dragon egg on record was a black dragon’s egg—0.9 meters tall and 0.5 meters wide. Powerful black dragons can grow thousands of meters long once fully mature. But this egg of yours... when it grows up, I’m afraid...”

She didn’t say the rest, but Vieya already understood. freewёbnoνel.com

Flaviel’s true body was indeed very large, but probably not as exaggerated as Aislin imagined. Back then, she had seen the evil dragon’s true form—it definitely hadn’t been a thousand meters long.

“Maybe a bigger egg doesn’t necessarily mean it’ll grow bigger later.”

Vieya stepped forward and touched the smooth eggshell, then turned back to Aislin with a smug smile.

“Besides, no matter how big she gets, she’ll still just be my mount. I ride her during the day, ride her at night, ride her every day...”

Before she could finish speaking, the dragon egg that had been sitting steadily suddenly tilted and toppled over, aiming squarely at the slime whose tail was already about to wag.

“Watch out!” Aislin shouted.

Bang!

A pained grunt sounded.

The dragon egg crashed down, pinning the slime girl—only about 1.5 meters tall—firmly beneath it, leaving her unable to move. Beside them, the startled Aislin and Jasmine rushed over, trying to lift the egg.

With one effort, the dragon egg was raised easily.

But halfway up, it suddenly became heavy—

Bang!

Another slam!

Caught completely off guard, the slime girl was smashed until stars burst before her eyes. The next second, she lost consciousness!

“Waaah! Mom, what’s wrong! You bad egg!”

Jasmine’s eyes turned red as she panicked. She started punching and kicking the dragon egg, but it didn’t budge an inch!

Aislin realized brute force wouldn’t move it and sensed something was off. Just as she was about to use magic to shift the egg—

The dragon egg suddenly rolled away on its own.

“Mom! W–Mom, wake up, please...” Jasmine ignored the egg completely and threw herself down in front of the slime girl.

“I’m fine... cough.”

Shaken by her daughter, Vieya regained consciousness. She lay on the floor, staring blankly at the ceiling.

That evil dragon. Such a strong sense of revenge.

“Little Vieya, are you really okay? And that egg...” Aislin cast a wary glance at the plump egg, a trace of frustration flashing in her eyes.

How could she lose to that fat egg?

Perhaps sensing Aislin’s hostile gaze, the dragon egg rolling across the floor came to a stop.

Through the shell, Aislin suddenly felt a gaze fall on her—like one looking at an insect. She froze slightly.

Could it be that the egg already had awareness?