I, Valon, am frantically searching for my mother.

What...what does that mean?

So, you can actually choose the race of a child?

Isn't it assumed that children follow their parents' example?!

Wayne felt himself swallowing hard as he spoke.

"This... how could this thing not be a dragon?"

"A dragon?"

Upon hearing this, Bella shook her head regretfully, a look of frustration mixed with a hint of mischief on her face.

"For now, I haven't found a suitable dragon egg or baby dragon..."

But Bella quickly rallied:

"But since His Majesty Wayne wants it, I'll find a way! I'll work even harder to find one! There will definitely be cubs His Majesty Wayne likes in the future..."

Wayne looked at Bella with increasing surprise.

No, what are you going to do, lady?

Did they find this child? Or does the Black Dragon like to raise offspring that aren't his own?

If that's the case, remember to send me your mom's picture later.

"Wait, Bella! That's not what I meant. Actually, I meant I could..."

However, Bella seemed to misunderstand Wayne's meaning. Seeing His Majesty Wayne suddenly speak, she timidly opened her mouth:

"Um... Your Majesty Wayne, please don't be angry."

Bella paused, looked at Wayne earnestly, and said:

"Your Majesty Wayne, may we use this as a substitute for now? I think it's quite cute, and I'm sure you'll like it!"

As she spoke, to Wayne's astonishment, Bella's enormous body began to struggle and grope in the mud.

The once calm swamp surface rippled violently because of her movements, stirring up the black silt and causing more and larger bubbles to rise.

Rotting aquatic plants and unidentified debris were turned to the surface, making the already sour smell even stronger.

If the original scent was fermented from a young girl's feet, then the current scent is like that of a mature woman.

A few seconds later.

Bella carefully scooped something out of the mud with her two paws.

The thing wasn't big, barely the size of Wayne's claw.

The overall appearance is an ominous mix of dark green and grayish-black, with the surface covered in pits and sticky pus slowly corroded by acidic swamps, and a few strands of what look like hair, hardened and stuck together on the surface.

The shape vaguely suggests that it is some kind of small mammal, but one of its hind legs is twisted unnaturally, and there is an empty hole where the eyes should be, while an eyeball hangs in the other place, seemingly about to fall off.

In an instant, a strong, nauseating, rotten, sweet-smelling odor filled Wayne's nostrils.

Yue!

Wayne's stomach churned violently; the intense visual and olfactory impact nearly made him vomit up the roast beef he had eaten a few days ago.

Wien, suppressing his nausea, pointed to the indescribable mass and asked:

"What...what...what is this?!"

"Eh, Your Majesty Wayne, can't you see it?"

Bella tilted her head, looked at Wayne, then at the thing she was carefully holding in her hands, and a natural, innocent expression appeared on her face.

"Of course it's a little bunny! Isn't it cute?"

"This...this is a little rabbit?"

Wayne looked incredulous; he genuinely couldn't understand how Bella had connected this thing with rabbits.

"Yes, now you can be a little bunny, or a little baby."

"Come on, baby, don't be afraid, now call me Daddy..."

As she spoke, a ghostly green light flashed deep within Bella's amber vertical pupils.

The next second—

"Click...crack..."

The rabbit carcass, already decayed and stiff, held in Bella's paws, suddenly twitched violently!

Beneath the pitted and uneven fur corroded by the acid, a faint, teeth-grinding sound of bones grinding could be heard.

The neck, which had been broken and drooping limply, twisted strangely at an angle, pointing the face, which still barely held a cloudy eyeball, toward Wayne.

The rabbit, or rather, something that was now unknown, made a sound like it was leaking air from its tattered throat, which exposed its white bones:

"Dad...Dad...Hehe...Mom...Mom..."

"Yue—!!!"

This time, Wayne really threw up. Although it was just a simple action, his discomfort with the undead creatures made him forget that Bella, the mother he hadn't yet won over, was right in front of him.

However, what Wayne didn't expect was that something even more terrifying was yet to come...

Perhaps startled by Wayne's violent reaction, Bella's innocent expression was instantly replaced by panic.

She was flustered and apologized incoherently:

"I'm so sorry! I'm so sorry, Your Majesty Wayne!"

"I didn't know... I didn't know you didn't like rabbits! I... I'll get rid of it right now! Immediately!"

While Wayne's head was still buzzing from gagging—

Bella looked at the undead rabbit in her paws, still unconsciously repeating "Papa...Mama..." in a whirring voice, and then...

It bit the other person's head!

A dark green, viscous, unidentified liquid, emitting a pungent, sour, and even stronger stench of decay, gushed out from the shattered rabbit skull, trickling down Bella's lips and dripping onto the scales and mud on her chest.

"Crunch...crunch..."

The remaining rabbits were covered in mud by Bella.

Black Dragon chewed while letting out a satisfied groan:

"Delicious! It's absolutely delicious! After soaking in the mud for so many days, the flavor seems even better! Your Majesty Wayne, would you like some?"

After finishing her meal, Bella seemed to suddenly remember something, and she froze, her timid and shy expression returning to her face.

She glanced cautiously at Wayne, who had finally managed to stop gagging and whose face was now an incredibly vivid expression, and apologized in a barely audible voice:

"I...I'm so sorry, Your Majesty...I...I was in such a rush, and I accidentally...I..."

Bella lowered her head, her tail flailing nervously in the mud.

"Um... I accidentally interrupted you... What were you trying to say to me just now?"

……

Every angel has a reason for having their wings broken, and every gloomy, landmine-wielding woman has her own gloomy reason.

Looking at Bella, whose mouth was still dripping with dark green residue, whose pale yellow, rotten rabbit fur was stuck to her, and whose eyes were innocent yet timid, Wayne's thoughts suddenly drifted back to the past.

That was back when Wayne was in the second year of junior high school in his previous life.

In his second year of junior high, Wayne was a well-regarded student. Under the guidance of Comrade Li Shufen, Wayne, who had not yet gone through the rebellious phase, was always a traditional model student.

He not only excels in his studies, but is also friendly to others. He greets teachers sweetly with "Hello, teacher," and maintains a superficially harmonious relationship with most of his classmates.

In the class at that time, the vast majority of students were quite normal. Even if there were a few troublemakers who were going through puberty early, they could behave themselves for a few days under the combined pressure of the teacher's stick and the parents' slaps.

At that time, the only student in the class who gave all the teachers a headache and who even seemed to have no idea how to deal with them was actually a female student.

She always had a gloomy face and rarely spoke, as if she carried a transparent dome that kept everyone at bay.

He always wears a thick, long coat, and it never changes.

Even in the sweltering summer, while other students wore short sleeves and shorts, she stubbornly wore that heavy long-sleeved and long-legged outfit.

Furthermore, the other person is unable to get along with almost any classmates and has no friends.

Her parents did come to the school a few times, but each time they communicated with the teacher, they looked tired, numb, and hesitant to speak.

Over time, even the teachers seemed to give up on correcting it.

Until one day, Wayne's class got a new homeroom teacher...