Dragon Raja: Lu Mingfei finds a Freylian

"You know this identity?"

“Of course I know.” Morishita walked back to his desk and pulled a yellowed file from a drawer. “Three years ago, ‘Yoru,’ whose real name was Yabe Yoko, did indeed defect. But she didn’t live long; she was killed by the cleanup forces in Hokkaido two months later. I happened to be the coroner.”

He handed the file to Frillie.

There were several photos inside: a woman in her twenties, with black hair, delicate features, and a beauty mark near her left eye. The photos of the body showed multiple gunshot wounds, with the fatal blow to the heart.

"Have the Ghosts confirmed her death?"

“It’s confirmed. They even held a memorial service, just to show other potential traitors,” Morishita said. “So your ‘Night’ is a fake. It will be exposed as soon as it’s investigated.”

Frillie looked at the photo, lost in thought.

Then she asked, "How was the body disposed of?"

"Cremation, ashes scattered at sea. Why ask that?"

“Because if the body is cremated, no one can prove that I am not Yabe Yoko,” Frilian said. “I only need a reasonable reason for my resurrection. For example, that the one who died back then was just a substitute, and that the real Yoko had been hiding until she heard that her mentor was in danger, and then decided to show herself.”

Morishita stroked his chin: "This scenario is feasible. The internal factional struggles within the Oni Clan are intense, and executives often fake their deaths to escape. Moreover, Miho Yamazaki is well-liked within the organization, and many former members still remember her fondly. If you return under the guise of seeking revenge for your mentor, someone will be willing to accept you."

What preparations are needed?

“First, you need to prove you are Yoko,” Morishita said. “DNA verification can be faked. I have her blood sample archives and can help you forge a matching report. Fingerprints and iris scans can also be processed. But the most difficult part is dealing with some personal characteristics.”

"for example?"

"Yoko was a medical genius; she was proficient in anatomy and alchemy by the age of fifteen," Morishita said. "Moreover, she had unique habits; she liked to hum German folk songs while preparing medicine, and she would draw a snake symbol on her wrist before surgery. These details were known only to those close to her."

Frillie nodded: "I can learn."

"What about time?"

“Three days,” Frilian said. “During the seventy-two hours of treating Miho Yamazaki, you taught me everything about Yoko. Her expertise, her habits, her network of relationships.”

Morishita looked at her with a complicated expression: "Are you sure you want to do this? The Demon Clan isn't an amusement park. Once you go in, you might not come out."

“I have something I must do,” Frilian said, gazing out at the sea. “The ritual in the deep sea must be stopped. And to do that, I need intelligence, I need power, I need allies.”

"Even if those allies are monsters?"

“Sometimes, monsters are more reliable than humans,” Frilian said softly.

Morishita sighed and stood up.

“Alright. But before that, you need to change your appearance.” He opened the door to another secret room. “There’s a complete set of disguise equipment here. Yoko has black hair, a beauty mark under her eye, and is 165 centimeters tall, five centimeters shorter than you. We need to make some adjustments.”

“In addition,” he added, “you will need an introducer. The Ghost Clan does not accept people of unknown origin; a guarantor from a senior member is required.”

"Are there any suitable candidates?"

Morishita thought for a moment: "There is one. Poison Scorpion, captain of the third team of the Oni Clan's field operations department, a B+ rank hybrid. He was Yoko's ex-boyfriend. After Yoko died three years ago, he was depressed for a long time, but he couldn't believe she was really dead. If you can find him, he will be willing to help you."

"Where is he?"

“Shinjuku, an underground fighting arena called Sasori’s Nest,” Morishita said. “But be careful, Sasori has a terrible temper and hates deception the most. If he finds out you’re an imposter, he’ll tear you apart with his own hands.”

Frillie wrote down the address.

“There’s one more thing,” Morishita said. “If you want to climb high enough within the Oni Clan and obtain core intelligence, you need a pledge of allegiance. A gift of sufficient value to prove your worth and loyalty.”

"for example?"

Morishita walked to the window and looked towards Tokyo Bay. "For example, the complete plan for the Snake-Headed Eight Families' deep-sea operation."

Frillie remained silent.

She does have leverage, from Tachibana Masamune's plans to Erii's condition and the fate of the Trieste. But this information is too sensitive to be revealed all at once. She needs to calculate and lay the bait step by step.

"Understood, I have a way."

Morishita nodded and put on surgical gloves. The operating room door closed. Ken and Yamazaki waited outside, listening to the sounds of instruments and hushed conversations coming from inside.

Yamazaki looked at his mother in the resuscitation pod and clenched his fists. "Mr. Ken, do you think we can succeed?"

Ah Jian lit a cigarette and exhaled a puff of smoke.

“I don’t know,” he said honestly, “but that silver-haired woman reminded me of a story my grandmother told me.”

"What story?"

“It’s a story about a magician who has lived for hundreds of years, traveling among humans and collecting tombstones.” A-Jian smiled. “My grandmother is an Ainu from Hokkaido. She said that in those ancient legends, magicians weren’t bad people. They just witnessed too much life and death, so they became a little indifferent.”

He looked at the operating room door. "But if they decide to help someone, they'll definitely help them to the end."

Yamazaki nodded and looked at his mother. "I believe her."

The sunlight outside the window grew brighter and brighter.

Chapter 497 Playing Yoko - Frilline

Seventy-two hours. For an ordinary person, that's three days and three nights. For Frilian, it was a precise identity reconstruction down to the cellular level.

Frillie sat in a specially made chair, her eyes closed, feeling the slight stinging sensation of the needles tracing across her skin.

“Yoko’s beauty mark is 2 millimeters below the corner of her left eye, 1 millimeter in diameter, and dark brown.” Morishita, wearing a magnifying glass and holding a micron-sized tattoo needle, pierced the skin at the corner of her eye with special bio-ink. “This is a scar left from when she was cut by glass as a child. Later, she changed it into the shape of a beauty mark herself, saying that it makes it look more like a story.”

"Does it hurt?" Morishita asked.

“It’s tolerable,” Frilian replied calmly.

In reality, she was using magic to locally anesthetize the sensory nerves. This wasn't to reduce pain, but rather to control the skin tissue's reaction and prevent muscle spasms caused by pain from affecting the tattoo.

Two hours later, the beauty mark was completed.

Morishita handed her a mirror. In the mirror, a perfectly placed dark brown dot appeared below the corner of her left eye, subtly altering the overall look of her face. Her previously detached tranquility was now tinged with a touch of human melancholy.

“Next is your hair,” Morishita said, mixing the hair dye. “Yoko has pure black hair, but it’s slightly curly. Your silver hair needs to be bleached before dyeing, which will be quite damaging to your hair.”

"It's ok."

The hair dyeing process took three hours. When the last strand of hair was completely black, Frillie looked at herself in the mirror and almost didn't recognize herself.

Silver hair was her natural hair color, one of the few features that remained unchanged throughout her long life. Now, in the mirror is a young woman with black hair, emerald green eyes, and a beauty mark at the corner of her eye, Yabe Yoko, twenty-five years old, a medical genius, and a defector from the Oni Clan.

“There’s a five-centimeter height difference,” Morishita said, taking out several pairs of specially made insoles. “These shoes have built-in height-increasing insoles. Be careful when walking; it will take time to adjust to the new center of gravity.”

Frillie changed her shoes and walked around the room a few times. The insoles altered her gait, and she had to readjust her muscle memory.

“This is the most difficult part.” Morishita turned on the projector, and a large amount of data appeared on the wall. “Yoko’s professional knowledge system. Her main focus is hybrid genetics and alchemical medicine. These are all the papers she published between the ages of fifteen and twenty-two.”

The densely packed titles of the references scrolled by.

"Stability Analysis of Dragon Blood Gene Fragments," "Recessive Expression Patterns of Word Power Inheritance," "The Influence of Alchemical Drugs on the Nervous System of Hybrids..." Frilian quickly browsed through them. "Do I need to memorize all of them?"

“You don’t need to know everything, but you need to be proficient in the core concepts,” Morishita said. “The Oni Clan holds regular academic seminars, and if you are Yoko, you must be able to participate in those seminars and even offer unique insights.”

For the next 48 hours, Frilian entered a state of high-intensity study.

She possesses a photographic memory, one of the gifts bestowed upon her by her long life. But understanding these complex genetic sequences and alchemical reactions still requires time and focused attention.

Morishita took on the role of mentor. This former researcher at Kassel College, though eccentric, possessed exceptional professional skills. He not only explained the theory but also took Frillie into the clinic's laboratory, allowing her to operate various devices firsthand—gene sequencers, alchemical reactors, cell culture apparatus...

“Yoko’s specialty is dragon blood purification,” Morishita demonstrated an experiment. “Her efficiency in extracting high-purity dragon blood crystals from hybrid blood is much higher than the organization’s standard procedures. This is her unique technique and the reason why she was able to rise so quickly within the Oni Clan.”

Frillie observed each step meticulously. Her magical perception allowed her to "see" the flow of energy at a microscopic level, giving her an understanding of the alchemical process far beyond that of ordinary people.

"The key lies in temperature control. The active ingredients in dragon's blood are most stable at 62 degrees Celsius, but the conventional extraction temperature is set at 60 degrees Celsius for safety reasons."

Morishita looked at her in surprise: "How did you know? This data took Yoko three months to test."

“I can see,” Frillie explained simply.

By the sixtieth hour, Frilian was able to independently complete the entire dragon blood purification process, and the purity of the crystals produced even exceeded that of Yoko's sample preserved by Morishita.

"Incredible," Morishita murmured, examining the crystals. "You learned faster than she did."

“Twelve hours left,” Frilian glanced at the time. “Now teach me the hardest part: behavioral habits and interpersonal relationships.”

Morishita retrieved another set of data.

"Yoko's personality: On the surface, she is calm and rational, but in reality, she is very emotional, though she suppresses her emotions deeply. She has obsessive-compulsive tendencies; when preparing medicine, all bottles and jars must be arranged in alphabetical order according to their labels, and she counts surgical instruments three times before using them."

“Catchphrases: ‘Let me see,’ ‘The data doesn’t lie,’ ‘Try again.’”

"Network of relationships: Mentor Miho Yamazaki, already rescued; ex-boyfriend Scorpion, B+ level, captain of the third field team; friend 'Raven,' who has lost her memory; and several other researchers from the same period, but most of them were transferred from their original departments after Yoko's death."

Morishita paused for a moment: "Most importantly, there's Scorpion. They used to be lovers, but their breakup was very unpleasant. Yoko thought Scorpion was too violent, and Scorpion thought Yoko was too cold. But after Yoko died, Scorpion was the only one who insisted on investigating the cause of her death."

Do they get along well?

“It was contradictory,” Morishita recalled. “Poisonous Scorpion would fight the entire department to protect Yoko, but Yoko would get angry because he got hurt, saying he ‘didn’t value his own body.’ They often argued, but they would make up afterward.”

A classic case of love-hate relationship.

Frillie wrote down all the details.

The final six hours were dedicated to live-fire drills. Morishita played various roles—a member of the Oni Clan, a colleague, and an enemy—testing Frillie's reactions in different scenarios.

"Ye Zi, it's been three years. Where have you been?"

"Hide. The organization wants to kill me, so I have no choice but to fake my death."

Why are you back now?

"I heard my advisor is in danger. I can't just stand by and do nothing."

"How can you prove that you are really Yoko?"

"Do I need proof? Scorpion will recognize me."

"What if even a scorpion won't recognize you?"

“Then I will leave. But I believe he remembers this—”

Frillie extended her left wrist and drew a snake-shaped symbol on it with a special potion. This was Yoko and Scorpion's code, meaning "I'm back."

Morishita nodded: "Your reaction was acceptable. But remember, the real test comes after you see the scorpion. That man's intuition is as sharp as a wild animal's. He can smell even the slightest thing that's wrong with you."

Time's up, the seventy-second hour is over.

Frillie stood in front of the full-length mirror. The woman in the mirror had shoulder-length black hair, a beauty mark at the corner of her left eye, and wore a simple black shirt and trousers, with a white lab coat over it. Yoko was used to wearing a white lab coat at work, even when she wasn't conducting experiments.

She is 165 cm tall and weighs 52 kg. The snake and scalpel tattoos on her left shoulder are faintly visible under certain lighting. From her appearance to her temperament, and even her smallest behavioral habits, she is already "Yabe Yoko".

Except for the eyes.