The Villain Is Destined to Die: But as the Creator, I know All Endings

Chapter 294: Spoiled Brat Needs a Lesson

"ROOOOOOAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRR—!!!!!"Right after Leon scolded the young Hatchling, it let out a rather angry growl right at his face.

Leon’s hair swept back due to the gust of warm breath coming from its mouth.

"How dare a human lecture a great being like me?!"

The voice echoed through the chamber, she sounded offended, like a child who had just been called out for doing something wrong, and refused to accept it.

’She is going to attack.’

Leon already knew this part.

In this hidden quest, the standard clear condition was to fight the Hatchling to the death, and take out his mana core outside this chamber.

That was what the game officially demanded for completion.

But in reality, it was nearly impossible to pull off.

No character in the Evana Quest was actually strong enough to defeat a dragon, hatchling or not.

Even Ethan would have been turned to ash in seconds.

So why did the developers add it?

It’s simple...

Because they thought it would be funny.

’Players would log in, find the quest, get cocky, attack the dragon, and die in two seconds.’

Leon remembered how the dev team in the office laughed about it during meetings.

He had been one of the people sitting at that meeting.

But even so, to win such a game, there had always been a second option.

’Why fight a dragon when you can gaslight it.’

This little Hatchling looked and acted all high and mighty, like she was the queen of the world.

That’s how her character was designed.

But in reality, her mind was just that of a twelve year old.

And if a twelve year old kid acted trashy and mannerless, then there was only one way to fix it.

Leon smirked.

He settled his hair down with one hand and let the smirk grow wider.

"You brought this upon yourself, brat."

Irene saw him slowly reach for his Moonblade and pull it out from its sheath.

"H-Huh? Hey? Leon, are we serious?!"

"Yep."

He stepped forward and pointed the tip of the Moonblade directly at the Hatchling’s snout.

"Attack me, with your strongest attack."

He was mocking her.

The dragon’s golden eyes narrowed.

"You are so full of yourself, human."

A low growl rumbled through her throat.

"Very well."

She raised her head proudly, and the silver ripples across her black scales shifted with the motion, and few of her scales stood up.

"I, the daughter of Lyvara, accept this challenge."

The Hatchling lowered her head down to Leon’s level.

She opened her mouth wide.

The blue flames rose up between her fangs, which caused the temperature inside the chamber to surge.

Leon held the Moonblade firm in his hand.

But in truth, he had no intention of using it.

Dragons were prideful beings.

They knew their own superiority, because they had ruled the upper skies of the world during the Calamity War centuries ago. They even stood beside Calamities and even challenged some of them.

But even with all that pride, dragons were still cautious of certain humans.

A real dragon would always assess before attacking.

But this Hatchling...

She had been locked inside this hidden chamber since the moment she hatched.

She had never seen the outside world, never witnessed a human do something impressive, and had never learned what kind of humans were actually dangerous.

All she knew was what she had heard from all the stories mentioned in old myths.

That she was a dragon, dragons were superior, and humans were beneath her.

So when Leon stood in front of her with his Moonblade pointed at her face, she did not see a threat.

Instead she saw an arrogant little ant who needed to be burned.

"Prepare to be burnt!"

The flames, which were dense enough to melt even steel, rushed out of her mouth.

Irene never moved from her place either, and stood right next to Leon. Because she had guessed what Leon was after.

A Dragon? A higher being?

Sure.... They were higher beings of this layer of reality.

But they were no match for beings who were higher beings of realities above the Mortal Domain.

"Sigh... "

Irene sighed in disbelief, as she saw Leon with one hand behind his back, holding the Elven Core.

The core shattered like a glass as it got fully absorbed.

"Don’t hold back, Rumi."

Leon muttered.

WHOOOOOSSSSSHHHHHHH—!!!

Blue flames spread all over the place, melting even the rocks and pillars which held this place.

A dragon’s breath meant a destruction level attack, which would have burned a whole city in seconds.

But the little hatchling is still weak.

The Hatchling closed her mouth.

"WHAT?!"

Her golden eyes widened in disbelief with the sight before her.

Leon was still standing in the same place with no expression at all.

It looked as if the fire did not affect him at all, even all his clothes were intact.

The young Hatchling stepped back.

"W-What are you? A human such as you withstood a dragon’s breath?"

Surely, she would have never imagined this to happen.

And more than so, she would have never even thought that the boy standing before her had a humanoid spirit residing inside him.

Leon had let Rumi consume the Elven Core.

Casting a barrier to block a dragon’s breath had been easy for her.

And a mere dragon brat was still a child in Rumi’s eyes.

Leon clicked his tongue.

"Is this all you can do?"

The Hatchling’s eyes widened.

"Pathetic. Your mother would be embarrassed if she saw what her daughter has been reduced to."

"Y-You—!"

The dragon roared in anger and once again threw her flames at him.

Again.

And again.

And again.

Until she could not throw anymore.

"Haaa... haaa..."

Her breath came out ragged, and her wings drooped slightly.

Leon tilted his head.

"What happened?"

He took a small step forward.

"Tired already? You have grown a lot weaker after all these centuries... sigh... this is... really—"

"---Pathetic."

Beside him, even Irene started to feel a little bad for the dragon.

The Hatchling lowered her head slightly, her golden eyes were still on Leon.

"You... you are no human."

"No human can stand a dragon’s breath."

Leon smirked.

’Gotcha.’

"You are right, I am no normal human. I am a messenger of Lady Lyvara herself. Didn’t I tell you?"

The Hatchling gritted her jaw.

She could not believe what she was hearing. But unlike last time, she could not deny it either.

This human had withstood her flames and even knew her mother by name.

This human spoke as if he had been sent personally by her.

Could her mother really have trained a human to this level?

If it was her mother... then maybe.

Yes...

Maybe she could.

Lyvara was a dragon of unmatched strength.

If anyone could shape a human into something capable of standing before a dragon’s breath without flinching, it would be her.

The Hatchling slowly bowed her head a little more.

Leon stepped forward.

"Now that you are done."

He raised the tip of his Moonblade and pointed it directly at her snout.

"It is now your turn to take my attack."

"...!!"

The Hatchling’s pupils contracted to thin slits.

"W–wait–!!"

But before she could do anything, or even raise her voice, Leon muttered.

"Hoshigami Style"

"Heaven’s Judgement."

He poured his Ice Affinity into the Moonblade, and let Rumi stabilize the mana channeling through it.

Mana flooded into his body, through his arteries to his veins and through every channel that connected to his mana core.

It was too much, far too much mana when combined with Rumi after she absorbed the Elven core.

Unstable mana pulsed through Leon’s body, reacting to his core and making it violent.

Leon’s core trembled at the brink of shattering and then, in the very instant before it broke, the core pushed back.

A counter force formed, which was redirected back into the Moonblade.

Then a faint white light bloomed from the edge of the blade, slowly stretching upward like a star unfolding inside the metal.

The throughput was on par with Lumina’s attack, producing power dense enough to rival Atomic Destruction itself.

The Hatchling’s wings stiffened.

She had never heard any human do this.

For the first time since she had hatched inside this chamber, she felt Fear.

Leon saw the Hatchling quiver as her huge body trembled.

’I think this much is enough.’

He called Rumi.

And before the attack reached her, Leon raised his blade upward toward the very ceiling.

KABOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMM—!!!!

A blinding white pillar erupted from the tip of the Moonblade, tearing straight upward through the ceiling and into the sky above.

It was so bright, and so cold that it made a hole thrice the size of the Hatchling herself in the roof of the chamber.

Clear light poured in from the sky above.

The clouds had been shoved aside in such a way that they formed a clean pattern, as if something incredibly strong had ripped right through them and kept going.

As Leon slowly sheathed his Moonblade, snowflakes started pouring down from the sky.

They drifted gently into the chamber.

Irene tilted her head and caught one of the flakes in her palm.

"Wow..."

She muttered, watching it melt slowly against her skin.

Leon looked at the hole above him.

’Hey, Rumi, didn’t you control the output? I told you to hold back.’

Rumi replied without missing a beat.

’No, this is better. The dragon is mannerless.’

’...oh whatever. This will teach the dragon brat some lessons.’

With that, Leon glanced back at the Hatchling.

"...."

The Hatchling was staring at the hole in the ceiling, at the sky above.

Then at Leon.

Then back at the hole.

Then back at Leon again.

Her enormous golden eyes started to shimmer.

"...."

"...."

"Whhaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa—!!!!"

"Huh?"

She started wailing.