Type-Moon: In Another World, I Became an Alien God

"I have my own reasons for the matter of defeating the evil dragon."

Besides, I didn't save people for them, and they aren't my people.

I want to save them, what does that have to do with them? And even if I kill them, what does that have to do with them?

I can perform a good deed in a single thought, or I can perform an evil deed in a single thought.

My insistence on doing good is simply because it is right and it brings me joy, nothing more.

Krimshild, I respect your heart that cares for the people, and I acknowledge you as an excellent member of the royal family.

So, let me offer you this advice: I have my own way of doing things, and you don't need to teach me that.

Yao tells the story of good and evil in a very simple and accessible way.

He thought this was normal.

However, this is not a concept applicable to humans, but rather to the way of doing things of the true ancestors and gods.

Yao is a decent person with humanity.

But before that, he was the true ancestor.

Human nature simply tilted his stance toward good, but that doesn't mean Yao would accept moral blackmail.

"That's...too domineering of you..."

Krimshild was left speechless by the rebuttal.

Her full, rounded peaks rose and fell with a powerful undulation, as if they might break free from the constraints of her armor at any moment.

Her idea wasn't actually wrong.

This exemplary princess hoped that Yao could show more compassion and pay more attention to the deceased.

She was pleading more than blaming.

It was precisely because Yao understood that Krimhild possessed pure goodness that he did not feel any aversion towards her.

Princesses who care so much about their people are rare, and princesses who bravely slay dragons for their people are even rarer.

If I had to give an evaluation, Yao actually had some admiration for her.

Of course, the premise is that you don't lecture him too much; he believed that a princess of a country wouldn't be that stupid.

"Overbearing... Heh... Maybe... It seems I've been influenced by that idiot to some extent..."

Yao thought of Zhu Yue once again.

If it were Yao who had met Zhu Yueqian, he might have made a choice that was more in line with human values.

Unfortunately, he was the true ancestor for too long.

I've been spending too much time with Zhu Yue.

I've grown accustomed to her capricious way of doing things, and all I ask for is a broad-minded and self-assured attitude.

From the very beginning, his campaign against the evil dragon was for his own benefit.

Saving humanity was just a side effect.

He did not aspire to be worshipped as a hero or savior by humankind; his greatest desire was simply to gain power.

Then, I traveled with Zhu Yue.

"Huh...huh..."

Krimshild had never been so angry.

To be so indifferent to a man.

At least she had the pride of a woman.

This devastating defeat has dealt a severe blow to Krimshild's pride.

She admitted that she couldn't theoretically argue with Yao.

They're not native to the Kingdom of Burgundy, so there's really no need for them to worry about the troubles of another country.

He never craved fame or fortune, and he never even ate a single grain of food from this country.

Therefore, there were no points to criticize.

Krimhildr is reasonable as a princess, but she is not so much as a woman.

Yao never even glanced at her from the very beginning.

This frustrated her greatly.

This was true in the palace, and it is true now.

"...Can you really defeat the evil dragon?"

Krimshild calmed herself down.

She asked the most important question at hand.

"Hmph, it's definitely going to die this time."

I prepared for this for a full six months. This time, even the gods would be doomed.

A sharp glint flashed in Yao's eyes.

Like a hunter waiting for his prey to fall into the cage, the confidence on his face was completely genuine.

Although it sounds like bragging.

They say even gods would perish, but Krimshild has never seen a god in her life.

She didn't believe Yao had seen it either.

However, looking at the dazzling light, she didn't know why she didn't want to deny it.

Is it a longing for a hero to defeat the evil dragon?

Or was it because Yao had rescued her from danger earlier?

Or perhaps his confidence was so dazzling that people genuinely believed he could defeat the evil dragon?

"You make it sound so good, but don't just disappear in the end. I still haven't seen any evidence that you can defeat the evil dragon."

"Hahaha, these kinds of trump cards are always kept hidden. Don't you even understand that, my lovely princess?"

"Ugh! You scoundrel! And who is your lovely princess anyway!"

Krimshild felt a surge of shame and indignation.

Today, she seemed to have lost her temper more than she had in the entire year; it was truly unbecoming of a princess.

Perhaps it was because the more I thought about it, the angrier I got.

Unable to vent her anger on Yao, Krimhild could only take out her greatsword and slash at the rocks to the side to vent her frustration.

"Stop! Don't move!"

Yao immediately rushed forward.

It was so fast that it was imperceptible to the naked eye.

In a daze, Krimshild's delicate body stiffened involuntarily, her sense of smell detecting a masculine aura.

Yao grabbed the hand that was swinging the sword.

He then forcefully pulled her into his arms, and the hand around her waist happened to grab her shapely buttocks.

"Ugh...!"

For a moment, Krimschild's brain short-circuited.

Her fair face turned bright red.

They were so intimate, like a couple snuggling together.

All of this happened so fast it was overwhelming; she had never been so close to another man before.

Chapter Thirty-Seven: Stupid Dragon, Don't Be So Shameless! [Seeking Flowers! Seeking Monthly Tickets!]

"Phew, thankfully I'm alright."

Yao's gaze did not fall on Krimshild.

He was looking at the land in front of him.

Keep in mind, he had just set this up, and Krimshild finished him off with a single sword strike.

"...Let go!"

The words were almost squeezed out through his teeth.

At this moment, Yao Cai noticed Krimshild's reaction and realized that he had overstepped his bounds.

After a few awkward seconds, he immediately let go.

Krimshild, now free, gasped for breath, like a red carp just returned to the water from the shore.

Her face was flushed red, and her gaze was burning with shame and indignation.

And look at that clenched-teeth expression.

No matter how shameless Yao was, he couldn't help it; he had indeed inadvertently offended the girl's innocence.

At that point, he couldn't explain it no matter what he did.

Krimhild didn't give Yao a chance to explain; she mounted her horse and rode down the mountain as if fleeing.

Can I say... it wasn't intentional?

Yao said this awkwardly.

Unfortunately, the girl had already run away from him.

It's such a pity.

However, there was nothing that could be done. Compared to letting Krimshild ruin the plan, the embarrassment was a minor matter.

"Now everything is ready."

Yao squatted down again to check.

If you look closely, the ground in front of you is more moist than the surrounding area, and it emits a faint, pungent, sweet fragrance.

Not only that, but there were also glass shards mixed in with the soil.

They radiate a colorful glow.

A dangerous aura enveloped the valley, accompanied by Yao's sinister laughter, which sounded like that of a villain.

This made the whole hill appear even more gloomy.

It's practically the perfect burial ground.

However, it is definitely not Yao's bones that are buried; the only thing that can be buried is the evil dragon Fafnir.

..............

Half a month has passed quietly.

The Kingdom of Burgundy remains shrouded in the shadow of the dragon's calamity, and there is still no hope in sight for the people.

Many people are already thinking about fleeing the country.

Unfortunately, this Burgundy kingdom is not the Burgundy of the post-Christian era.

The current Kingdom of Burgundy is an island nation at sea, and it is not easy for ordinary people to leave the island.

Today, something even more worrying happened.

The evil dragon Fafnir awakens once more.

It once again invaded the skies above the capital, its wings, which blotted out the sky, shrouding the people in shadow.

On the ground, the soldiers used catapults and giant crossbows.

They attempted to shoot the evil dragon down from the sky.

These devices were also equipped with magic specific to dragons, but they were still not very effective.