Chapter 22: My Sweet Voice

Chapter 22: My Sweet Voice

This moment felt like that time when I was still a thirteen years old homeless kid. When we were wandering about aimlessly, we eventually ended up in a small temple in the middle of nowhere. We turned that temple into an interim base of operations for a period of time.

One bright afternoon, I was roused from my afternoon nap by a rumbling sound. In a daze, I opened my eyes to find the old gentleman flipping the worn-out pages of an old book while doing some kind of intense exercise with his other hand under the rag. He wore a really obsessed expression which I had never seen before.1

‘What are you doing...’ the me at that time asked.

Perhaps the old gentleman was too focused on reading, he was startled by me. His complexion changed from blue to red, then from red to blue. It seemed like something that meant a lot to him had been destroyed by me.2

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‘I was studying,’ he used the right hand which was hidden under the rag to adjust his non-existent glasses.

‘Is there any point for a wanderer like you to study?’ I asked.

The old gentleman squinted his eyes, which seemed to reflect light.

‘Even if you’re a wanderer, you still cannot be illiterate. Otherwise, how can you tell if the food has expired, or judge the size of a woman’s breasts from the bra they discarded?’

‘Oh,’ the young me replied with a lack of interest and went back to sleep.

If I could return to that time, I definitely would have pulled the rags covering his body and knelt in front of him to make him teach me the real meaning of studying.

Because only now had I realized just how important a lesson was he trying to impart upon me at that time: An illiterate... has no human rights.

The great ancestor’s blood contained his lifetime magical knowledge. As long as I could master them and some more, I would be able to sweep across this world, do whatever I pleased, start a harem, and step into the summit! Even the dream of ascending to godhood to reconstruct my body, press my OO against the two retarded goddesses and had them reincarnate as lizards wouldn’t be too far off.3

However... I couldn’t even recognize a single character that emerged in my brain...

This was just like spending ten dollars to buy a martial arts book, only to find yourself unable to go to school to study because you had spent the money on the martial arts book. You couldn’t read a single letter in the book, but when you turned around to ask the old man to refund the money so you could go to school and buy the book again at a later date, he was already gone without a trace.

It’s a path full of despair...

Damn it, don’t tell me I didn’t even earn a single cent from this?

I used my hand to push as hard as I could and finally opened a small gap between my face and the breast.

“I said I can’t breathe!”

“Oh my, would you just look at how excited I was. My bad~ don’t be angry, it’s mommy’s fault~” Mother rubbed my head while she apologized, she didn’t look apologetic at all.

“Wow! You can speak already your highness?” Akarin, who was flying around the Dragon Monument, suddenly poked his huge head over and asked.

I nodded.

Akarin’s dragon eye opened wide and said with a slight variation in pitch, “A- as expected of the princess! You can already speak after such a short time.”

After that, he looked up and shouted in a loud voice audible even tens of miles away, “The princess can speak!!!!”

Upon hearing that, the surrounding dragons crowded the area like vultures that caught the scent of rotting flesh.

Thousand-odd dragons surrounded me and blocked any lights from passing through. It was so crowded that some dragons couldn’t flap their wings, so they simply folded it and levitated in the sky.

So those pairs of wings were really there for show only.

“Princess, you really can speak already?”

“As expected of your highness, it has only been half a day. Tell you what, that little brat in my house took thirty years to learn how to speak.”

“That’s because your child is stupid, how can he be compared to our princess? Come, your highness, call me uncle...”

“You fool, how can you make the princess call you uncle? How cheeky. Your Highness~ you can call this humble servant a stupid dog~”

Hey hey, what’s with this celebratory feeling just from me being able to speak? And that one who asked me to call you a dog, you are an absolute M4 aren’t you? If the great ancestor knew there’s such a perverted M among the dragons, let’s see how he deals with you. Even I would feel embarrassed to let others know.

“Ah, why are you not calling, your highness~ Just once is good enough, let me experience the thrill of being insulted by the cute little princess’ poisonous tongue.”

Actually, let’s not wait for the great ancestor, I will personally kill you now!!

WHAT ARE YOU DOING IN FRONT OF A 13-YEAR-OLD KID!Yea... I bet his pride and honor has been shattered.I feel like she’s going the futanari routeIn case you don’t know what it means, M is short for “masochist”.