I Became a Cute Little Dragon Princess and Now She’s Obsessed with Me Chapter 105
Night had fallen, and the southern streets of Kaslania were alive with excitement.
Brilliant magical lights adorned countless grand stages. Street performers showcased their best acts, while the onlookers below, wine glasses in hand, cheered with delight—the entire atmosphere ablaze with enthusiasm.
As always, Mulin came to the southern street tonight.
Ever since her first encounter with Daphne here, she had developed the habit of coming to see magical performances daily.
Occasionally, she would even take the stage herself—without accepting any payment—to put on dazzling magical firework displays for the audience.
This was also why Isana referred to Mulin as an artist.
Because art comes from life, yet transcends it.
“Hm?”
But tonight, Mulin unexpectedly spotted a familiar figure passing by on the street.
A young girl with long ash-gray hair cascading like a waterfall.
She wore a soft-toned dress that night, her delicate and perfectly sculpted face bearing a heavy expression. Beneath her willow-like brows, those large red eyes weren’t focused on the lively surroundings but lowered in deep thought.
“Erika?”
Mulin called out instinctively. The other turned around upon hearing her name.
“Oh… Mulin.”
Blinking, Erika smiled. “You came to see the performance?”
“Mm, I come every day.”
Smiling, Mulin nodded at the girl before her. “But you, Erika—why are you here? Did you know Isana’s been looking for you?”
“Ah… I’m here for something important.”
As she spoke, Erika’s gaze shifted—rather suspiciously—from Mulin’s face to the snack in her hands.
It was dried beef jerky, a popular treat among those who came to enjoy magic performances—something to snack on while taking in the art. A simple pleasure.
Noticing Erika’s stare, Mulin gestured toward her bag of dried beef with a finger.
“You… want some of this?”
“N… slurp… I wasn’t thinking that.”
“Sorry—let me rephrase: Erika, would you like some?”
“Yes!”
“Pfft.”
Mulin stifled a laugh and generously handed half of her dried beef to Erika.
“Erika, you’re so easy to read. If I were Isana, winning your heart would only take a bag of snacks.”
As she stuffed the beef into her mouth, Erika mumbled with her cheeks full, “Don’f fay weird stuff, Mulin.”
“Alright, alright—enjoy. The show’s about to start.”
“Okay.”
After swallowing her food, Erika flashed her a dazzling smile, like a breeze on a warm night, sweet and gentle enough to clear away all gloom.
“Thanks for the jerky, Mulin.”
Before leaving, she winked. “And don’t tell Isana!”
“Got it…”
……
After parting ways with Mulin, Erika picked up her pace and jogged toward Bradley Street.
These past few days, she hadn’t gone to Wode Academy at all. Her days had been spent with Gladys—sometimes visiting the Northern Guard, other times training at home.
She had been learning to harness her half-dragon transformation powers, along with some combat techniques.
Erika was sharp—she picked things up quickly. Gladys’s teaching methods were rather old-fashioned (rewarding her with beef jerky when she did well), but they worked incredibly well.
Right now, Erika’s strength was far beyond what it had been.
And tonight, she had come to Bradley Street because she’d heard Veronica had awakened.
She needed Veronica’s help for something important.
“Oh~ It’s the little maid!”
Just as she stepped onto Bradley Street, the guards at the entrance called out in greeting.
After the incident with Dervick’s intrusion last time, security here had tightened significantly. What was once guarded by two soldiers had increased to ten…
Not that it would matter much if another intruder of Dervick’s level appeared.
“Here to see Miss Veronica today?”
“You guess.”
Shrugging, Erika replied playfully.
But the soldier, clearly uninterested in games, waved his hand impatiently.
He didn’t care what a little girl like Erika was doing. A quick reply was good enough.
Guess? Who wants to play guessing games with a brat like you?
Seeing she wasn’t being stopped, Erika sped up and ran inside.
However—Just after she entered, Erika suddenly halted.
She turned back to glance at the guard who had spoken to her. Under the night sky, her red eyes looked particularly striking.
“Uncle, I need to tell you something:
The main job of a guard isn’t just greeting people.”
“If I were a bad guy, you’d have failed your duty already.”
“If you keep this attitude up, your moment of carelessness could cost innocent lives.”
“???”
With that, Erika winked cheekily and dashed off, leaving the guards dumbfounded.
Did they hear that right?
No. No mistake.
They’d just been lectured by a little girl! ™
……
Arriving at the familiar Residence No. 88.
“Phew~”
Erika took a deep breath, patted her chest, straightened her dress, and reached out to knock.
But before she could knock—
Veronica’s voice called from inside.
“Come in, little Jasmine. The door isn’t locked.”
“Ah… okay.”
Adjusting her posture again, Erika pushed the door open and tiptoed inside.
But the moment she took one step forward, she paused—Then quickly stepped back out to remove her shoes before returning properly and walking in.
“Miss Sunflower…”
Even though she wasn’t wearing her little maid uniform today, Erika still placed her hands properly over her stomach and greeted softly.
“No need to be so formal, little Jasmine. I didn’t call you to work today. No matter how well-behaved you act, I won’t be paying you.”
“That’s not it… I’m not here for work today.”
“I figured.”
Smiling softly, Veronica sat in her wheelchair, eyes closed. Her elegant face looked ethereal under the moonlight.
“Go on, what brings you to me tonight?”
“It’s something important. It might… be a bit much to ask, but I hope you’ll say yes.”
“A bit much?”
Hearing that, Veronica smiled even wider.
“My dear little Jasmine—I still remember how you risked your life to protect me during that incident with the Holy Church traitor. I haven’t forgotten.”
“So whatever it is you’re asking for, I won’t think it’s too much. I’ll do everything I can to help you.”
“Really?”
“Really.” Veronica nodded gently. “Tell me, little Jasmine. What do you need from me?”
“I need… I need…”
Erika hesitated, head lowered, her voice stumbling. From time to time she peeked up to observe Veronica’s expression.
“What is it? Speak.”
“I need… your…”
Finally, Erika took a deep breath and mustered her courage.
“Miss Sunflower—I need your Artifact, the Ring of Devouring.
It’s very important to me!”
“……”
The room fell into dead silence.
So quiet—not even breathing could be heard…
Erika held her breath, tense and nervous.
The moonlight shone in through the window, casting a glow on Veronica’s face.
The once-smiling expression now looked solemn under the pale light.
Tap.
Suddenly.
Veronica lightly tapped the armrest of her wheelchair with her fingertip.
The sound made Erika flinch.
“Little Jasmine,”
Veronica’s voice came softly, her face turned toward Erika.
“You should know—The Ring of Devouring is a symbol of the Holy Church. It is a gift left behind by the Gods.”
“I know…”
“Then tell me—Why do you need it?”
Erika was startled by the sudden coldness in her voice. She stole a glance at Veronica and spoke in a tiny voice.
“Can I… not say?”
“No. You must tell me your reason.”
Veronica’s tone grew deeper. “Whether you get the Ring or not today, I need to know your intent.”
“I…”
“Speak. Tell me.”
……
Cornered by her demand, Erika hesitated.
“…Alright… I’ll tell you.”
She took a deep breath again, calming her nerves.
Finally—Erika told Veronica the purpose behind her request.