Chapter 90 Interlude꞉ Beware the Reverse Scale of the Evil Dragon!
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
The Evil Dragon Yaten’s ascension to the Divine Seat would have to wait until the chaos of the Seal Dragon Festival was resolved. The Shiryuin Clan, hailed as guardians of the nation, had sparked this turmoil with their reckless actions. Their folly unleashed the Void Dragon—a clone of the world-destroying Evil Dragon—whose rampage culminated in Yaten’s own revival.
The apocalyptic clash between two Evil Dragons had been witnessed across the world, plunging nations into disarray. Negotiations to determine humanity’s survival now demanded time, as dignitaries scrambled to unify their stance. From the Underground Temple, Yaten observed the situation and granted humanity a reprieve.
”I shall remain in the Underground Temple for one month, until the festival’s aftermath is settled,” Yaten declared.
Guided by a cunning born of her country-ruining beauty, Yaten deemed a month sufficient for humanity to reach consensus. Though her proclamation carried the arrogance of an Evil Dragon, the dignitaries received it with visible relief.
That a being capable of global calamity would offer a seat at the negotiation table was a mercy they felt indebted to. Bowing deeply, they retreated from the Underground Temple, bearing lavish tributes.
”Mercy has been granted,” Yaten intoned, her voice heavy with authority. “Do not return with answers that disappoint me.”
Her words, cold and imperious, struck fear into the dignitaries’ hearts. Her ravishing beauty only amplified the merciless edge of her expression, revealing her stark divide: warmth for family, indifference to all else.
The unspoken threat was clear—failure to meet her expectations would bring unrelenting consequences. Her icy gaze fell upon the tribute-bearers, who trembled yet worked diligently. A gentle tap on her shoulder broke her focus.
”My apologies,” Yaten said, her expression softening. “I was… unsettled by outsiders intruding here.”
With a deep sigh, she massaged her furrowed brow, her demeanor lightening. The oppressive weight of her presence lifted, and the tribute-bearers exhaled, as if freed from suffocation.
”Even if meant to appease me, this quantity of treasures is… troublesome,” Yaten muttered, eyeing the piled tributes with exasperation.
Legends spoke of Evil Dragons coveting such riches, but Yaten’s tastes had shifted over a millennium.
No longer the Femme Fatale adorned in opulent finery, she now craved practical goods as a mother—diapers, daily necessities, and treats for her children. Yet the dignitaries, unaware of her changed preferences, had flooded the temple with luxuries she would have coveted a thousand years ago.
”What we need is childcare supplies, right?” a Shiryuin clansman remarked.
”Indeed,” Yaten replied. “The Bloodline’s growth demands it.”
The grand hall of the Shiryuin estate overflowed with tributes—jewels and artworks so exquisite they could fill a museum. Dozens of bearers completed their deliveries, reporting to Yaten with trepidation.
Upon her nod of approval, they retreated with relieved sighs. Left behind were thousands of items, meticulously sorted but daunting in volume. Yaten’s heavy sigh betrayed her frustration at the task of managing them.
”Paintings and artifacts requiring preservation… what a hassle,” she said.
”We’ll need to hire help,” the clansman suggested. “Why not employ the displaced women of the Shiryuin Clan? It’s a chance to support them.”
”Hm. With so many pregnant women and infants, it’s a fitting reason to offer them protection and purpose,” Yaten agreed.
Though merciless to outsiders, Yaten harbored compassion for pregnant women and infants, her own motherhood fostering empathy.
She felt a protective instinct toward young lives, even those tied to the Shiryuin Clan—despite their thousand-year enmity. To her, allowing such lives to perish was unthinkable, a shift that softened the miasma of her innate draconic malice.
”The challenge is how the Shiryuin Clan will perceive my involvement, given I’m a root cause of their downfall,” Yaten mused.
The clan’s collapse stemmed directly from the Branch Family Heads’ mishandling, which had unleashed the Void Dragon. Yaten’s intervention had narrowly averted humanity’s extinction, but it also sealed the clan’s dissolution.
For the Shiryuin, her role was a bitter irony. Yet her judgment had tempered the vengeful impulses of other prestigious families, who saw her actions as justice without the risks of private retribution. Attacking the Shiryuin now would invite her wrath—a deterrent born of her infamous legacy.
”How can they trust an Evil Dragon’s goodwill?” Yaten asked rhetorically. “My reputation precedes me.”
”Even I’d say the Yaten of legend was… excessive,” the clansman admitted.
A millennium ago, Yaten’s tyranny had toppled nations and shaken continents.
To the Shiryuin, trusting her was unthinkable—her offer to protect their vulnerable might seem a cruel game. Convincing them otherwise would be no small feat.
”The Shiryuin are strong by birth, but pregnant women and infants can’t be exposed to malice,” Yaten said. “Their clan’s stigma makes them targets.”
For a thousand years, the Shiryuin had bred strength through spiritual and physical unions, their obsession forging a bloodline of superhuman ability. Every member inherited extraordinary power, destined to dominate by birthright alone.
The male members of the Shiryuin Clan had no cause for concern. Blessed with superior physiques, spiritual aptitude, and sharp intellect, they could fend for themselves.
But the women and children were another matter. The Bloodline Purification Rite had left most women pregnant or caring for young children, and even their exceptional lineage couldn’t fully protect them in such vulnerable states.
”Humans and Youma alike will never stop coveting the Shiryuin’s powerful Bloodline,” Yaten said, her voice low and edged with warning. “Their spiritual heritage is akin to royal blood. In the worst case, their wombs could be reduced to tools for breeding superior offspring.”
”The clan’s wealth hasn’t been seized,” the Shiryuin clansman added, “but who knows how much will remain after the Seal Dragon Festival’s fallout? If their homes are taken, the women will become even easier targets.”
”Even my decree as the Evil Dragon can’t restrain other prestigious families or Youma forever,” Yaten noted.
The Shiryuin Bloodline’s value was immense, capable of shaping a family’s prosperity. Some might seek to claim it through marriage, a peaceful means of integration.
But the greater fear was those who would resort to abduction or confinement—prestigious families or Youma desperate to produce exceptional heirs through the Shiryuin’s wombs. Such acts were inevitable, and they touched the very core of Yaten’s Reverse Scale.
”No act that tramples a mother’s bond with her child will be forgiven,” Yaten declared, her voice trembling with fury. “Not even if it involves the Shiryuin Clan, who once sealed me. There is a line that must never be crossed.”
The sacred bond between mother and child was Yaten’s ultimate Reverse Scale. The mere thought of women being treated as breeding tools ignited a primal rage within her.
Her golden eyes blazed, her breath grew ragged, and a thick miasma of draconic power surged around her. Though her form remained unchanged, her presence loomed like that of a towering giant, radiating majestic authority.
”It seems the time to put these tributes to use has come sooner than expected,” Yaten said, her tone resolute.
”You plan to provide financial aid to the Shiryuin women and children?” the clansman asked.
”For now,” Yaten replied. “But once I ascend to the Divine Seat, I will wield my authority to ensure a lasting resolution—no matter what it takes.”
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Edited by Kanaa-senpai.
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