The journey of dragon transformation starting from Demon Slayer

"Well, that's probably the principle... So do you understand... Maitri... um..."

Her long white hair was spread messily on the tablecloth. The cute girl rested her arms on her arms and closed her eyes, breathing evenly from her pale pink mouth.

Seeing that the little girl couldn't bear to listen to the book and fell asleep on the table, Tazmi shook her head, stopped what she was doing, got up and carried her to the shabby bed, and placed her next to Alfia.

You are making it difficult for me, big brother!

Looking at the girl's defenseless sleeping face, Tazmi sighed helplessly.

Didn't he say before that he saved this child from certain death? It's not like Ah Di who will be resurrected in Orario in the future by pretending to be the hand of the elves, but he will take action himself.

There is nothing wrong with him being a hero who saves his sister, but for this reason, Maitria couldn't help but cling to him not long after she healed her injury. This is even more true after tasting his cooking. There was nothing he could do about it.

The reason for the matter was explained to her clearly, and the result became even more sticky.

Bell, can you take care of your mother?

However, before he could stand up, a death gaze shot directly from below him, as if it could kill a giant dragon, and the coldness in the heterochromatic pupils continued to overflow outwards.

"Huh? You're awake...how do you feel?"

"..."

A shadow suddenly passed by, and the extremely fast blow seemed to span the distance of space, making it difficult for ordinary people to distinguish it with the naked eye.

Snapped!

"You are so merciless..."

In an instant, she grabbed Alfiya's white arm and felt the opponent's strong strength. Tazmi twitched the corner of her mouth, and then slowly stood up from her bent position.

If he hadn't been strong enough just now, he would have been mercilessly slapped away in an instant. And it's the kind that can't be pulled out even if it's stuck in the wall.

He did understand why the other party was so extreme. It was just a psychological state of hating men. And there was indeed some ambiguity in their actions just now, as if he was preparing to step over Maitria's body to molest the other party.

Although he is big, he is not a pervert.

With this thought in mind, and bearing the opponent's gaze that could kill a giant dragon, he stood up and let go of his soft forearms.

"Instead of being hostile to me, you might as well take good care of your sister..."

Ignoring the other party's cold eyes, he complained and turned towards the temporary workbench.

He hasn't finished his work just now, so he must try to build a portable computer and play with it in these two days.

Hearing what Tazmi said, Alfia covered her chest with a blanket and slowly sat up from the shabby bed.

At this time, she was naked, and her gray hair was still so conspicuous. The white back reflects the alluring white light, and the majestic chest is freed from the restraints, shaking rhythmically twice under the blanket, and the graceful curves of the body make people's blood rush. Under the illumination of the magic stone lamp, her fair jade body was as white as if she had just taken a milk bath.

Alfia sat up slightly, her buttocks squeezed by gravity made people look at her and immediately salute as a sign of respect. It is no exaggeration to say that she is a hot stunner.

Not caring whether she was wearing any clothes, Alfia began to pay attention to everything in the room when she heard her sister.

The first thing that caught his eye was Metria sleeping soundly next to her, then the dilapidated and aging house and the man working on the workbench.

The space was old and familiar, the basement of the church she used to frequent.

Then, her sister...

Looking at Maitria's lovely sleeping face, Alfia slowly stroked her tender and elastic face with her other hand, and then frowned slightly.

"Metria? What on earth is going on?"

Without looking back, with magic power shining in her hands, Tazmi sketched a precise magic circle on the smooth crystal.

"Isn't your own memory very clear? I sent your spirit back to the time when you were just born..."

Hearing what the young man said, Alfia raised her head, with a hint of astonishment in her eyes.

"As for the Maitria next to you, she was the one who died while following you to defeat the black dragon."

The blue magic light flickered in the basement, covering up the light source of the magic stone lamp.

"Originally, she shouldn't have died in countless branches, but I felt very pitiful when I saw it, so I rescued her..." (Note: The protagonist cannot confirm the exact time of death of Bell's biological mother, otherwise she should be rescued... It’s the Maitria who gave birth to Bell, not the little lolita in front of me. The girl in front of me is related to the protagonist, so I saved her when I saw her while traveling in the timeline.)

As Tazmi spoke, she sketched a complex magic circle that was so exquisite that even the magician might not be able to understand it. The circular magic circle was filled with mysterious runes that emitted light. At this time, he perfectly embodied what it meant to do two things at once.

"Who made this child the mother of my apprentice?"

Shrugging her shoulders, Tazmi turned her back and gave the answer she was wondering about.

"apprentice?"

Hearing the name disciple, Alfia frowned again, and the countless confused memories in her mind made her head feel dizzy.

"That guy's name is Bear Crone! Oh, by the way, I haven't told you yet, have I?"

"I come from Orario seven years in the future, and my name is Tazmi."

"This is the second time we have met, 'descendant of the hero'..."

After that, Tazmi stopped talking and continued the work at hand in silence, giving Alfia, who was sitting on the bed in a daze, some time to wake up.

Living up to her reputation as a genius, Alfia understood everything from the words of the person in front of her in just a few moments.

He sent his spirit back to the past, and those episodes in Alfia's life were not just a revolving door.

She defeated the black dragon and achieved the heroic myth.

If she had any regrets, it was her sister Maitria.

"In other words, those things... are all true..."

Murmuring something in her mouth, Alfia closed her strange-colored eyes and sighed heavily from her mouth.

"My sister was saved and became a hero and attracted the attention of countless people. Shouldn't this be a good thing? Why is it that now she is sighing so sadly like an old lady..."

Snapped!

A wooden stick suddenly hit the back of Tazmi's head, making a crisp explosion and the fragile wood instantly turned into powder under the exaggerated force.

"..."

"Go find me some clothes..."

"Hey, woman, who do you think you are ordering..."

Snapped!

"I'm hungry, make me something to eat."

"..."

It's not very harmful, but it's extremely insulting!

Hard! The fist is hard!