I became the slime toy of the evil dragon girl?

Chapter 124 Investigation of Chuunibyou

Communication is interrupted.

Ian looked up at Honeydew Town.

The tavern's lights stood out against the night sky, like a solitary lamp in the darkness.

Ian's tentacles gently pressed against the wall, and the magic within his body fluctuated slightly.

The pre-embedded [Radiance] meridians are activated.

Extremely subtle magical fluctuations emanated from within the wall, like ripples spreading across a calm surface of water.

Light shone through the wall surface, illuminating a small area around it, making the gray wall look like a huge, glowing jade in the darkness.

Multicolored lights intertwined to form a pattern of a giant dragon spreading its wings and roaring.

The boss saw this through his binoculars.

His mouth dropped open, and the binoculars slipped from his hand, falling onto the roof with a thud.

But he didn't bother to pick them up.

He stared intently at the glowing wall in the distance, his eyes wide and his heart pounding.

magic----

This wall even glows!

So damn cool, a whole package!

This is the most dramatic episode of the "Get Rich" series!

The boss scrambled down from the roof, rushed into his office, grabbed a pen and paper, and began writing a business plan.

The night was as dark as ink, and Honeydew Town slept in a deathly silence.

Only the second floor of Bingo Tavern was still lit, and the owner was hunched over the table, racking his brains over a crumpled business plan.

He scribbled and muttered to himself, "—Let's call the new wine 'Dragon's Fine Wine'! And this—"

He had no idea that, in the shadow of the eaves above him, a pair of silver eyes were coldly watching him.

Lilith Shadow.

At this moment, she is blending into the darkness in the most perfect way.

She knelt on one knee on the roof tiles of the tavern, leaning slightly forward, her silver hair dancing in the wind.

Although it seemed to be a windless night —

The shadow fairy's cloak draped naturally behind her, its edges blending into the night, making her appear like a true shadow.

"Hmph—" Lilith snorted inwardly, her silver eyes sweeping over the human below who was still scratching his head. "Foolish mortal, only knowing how to chase the glitter of gold coins, but unaware that the real undercurrents are already surging beneath your feet."

Her gaze drifted into the distance.

There, the Happy House construction site was just a blurry outline in the night, but Lilith could see more.

She knew that countless invisible tentacles would emerge from that area, like an invisible net being spread out.

That was Lord Ian's doing; it was the Mother of the Earth shaping her own domain.

"What immense power—" Lilith murmured to herself, her voice as soft as a night breeze rustling through roof tiles, "to tame chaotic magic and weave it into orderly threads—is this the destiny of those chosen by our Lord?"

She shook her head, pulling her thoughts back to the mission.

Tonight, her mission is reconnaissance.

The word "investigation" is too commonplace and lacks sophistication.

It should be ————

The Shadows dwell beneath the veil of eternal night, probing the filth hidden beneath the surface of prosperity!

What an epic mission description!

"This is the mission that belongs to the Shadow Blade!"

Lilith's spirits lifted, and her body transformed into a fainter shadow as she slid down from the rooftop, landing silently in the back alley of the tavern.

The ground was damp, accumulating rainwater from the day, and emitted a musty smell and the sour stench of garbage.

But for Lilith, there was something else mixed in with this flavor—

A faint, almost imperceptible, nauseating aura was truly displeasing to the fairy!

This is certainly not a smell you can actually detect, but rather a kind of magical foulness, like someone having severe diarrhea in a refreshing magical environment.

Lilith's silver eyes narrowed slightly.

She knew that aura.

The taste of the abyss.

"As expected—" Lilith sneered inwardly, "The minions of filth have already built their nest here."

She moved following that scent, gliding along the wall like a real shadow.

The back alley of the tavern was piled with empty barrels and rotting vegetable leaves, and a few rats were scurrying about in the corner.

They didn't even notice the slightest movement when Lilith passed by; the shadow fairies' stealth could even deceive the instincts of animals.

The atmosphere grew stronger.

Finally, Lilith stopped in front of a low wooden door.

The door was ajar, leading down a flight of stairs to the tavern's cellar.

But the foul smell didn't come from the cellar; the cellar only smelled of ale and pickles.

Instead, it seeped out from a more concealed hidden door next to the cellar, almost blending into the wall.

The hidden door was ajar, and a very faint, dark red light shone through the crack.

Lilith did not approach rashly.

She retreated into the shadows of the building opposite, her silver eyes fixed on the hidden door, her senses extending along the shadows like tendrils.

She heard a voice, a whisper formed by magical fluctuations.

"ceremony----"

"Sacrificial offerings"

"The Abyss—Calls Out—"

Intermittent babbling, interspersed with obscure chanting.

The voice was very soft, but Lilith could sense that the chant contained a twisted magic that was slowly corrupting the surrounding magic.

She sensed through the shadows that there were at least three enemies behind the door.

Their magical energy fluctuations were not strong, probably only at the third tier level.

There is no threat to Lilith now. Recently, Lilith has reached the peak of the fourth tier, probably because she was spurred on by the intense torture she suffered at the hands of the slime.

But the three men reeked of filth, which Lilith instinctively found repulsive.

Like a swarm of maggots wriggling on rotting flesh.

"Ants—" Lilith thought to herself, "but even ants, when gathered together, can gnaw at a giant tree."

She remembered the location, the characteristics of the aura, and the intermittent murmurs.

Then, she slowly backed away.

They decided to find a more secluded observation point: the attic of an abandoned house across the street, where there was a broken window facing the direction of a hidden door.

Lilith blended into the shadows of the attic, her silver eyes locking onto her target like a hawk's.

Time passed second by second.

The chanting behind the hidden door was intermittent, and the filthy magical fluctuations slowly intensified and weakened, like the heartbeat of some ugly creature.

Lilith waited patiently.

She was waiting for an opportunity, an opportunity to see the whole picture.

She wanted to see what these filthy things were plotting and how far their ritual had progressed.

This is the duty of the Shadow Familiar: to infiltrate, observe, record, and then present the intelligence to their lord.

What a glorious mission!

Lilith even began mentally rehearsing how she would phrase her report to Lord Ian later.

"Under the veil of eternal night, I glimpsed the lair of filth—"

"Its aura is exactly the same as the ominous presence that clung to Lady Vivian's dragon wings—"

"The shadows have recorded everything; awaiting my lord's judgment—"

perfect!

Just as Lilith was immersed in her fantasy of an epic report, the secret door suddenly moved.

Squeak—

The door was pushed open a crack.

A figure emerged.