Chapter 1516: Chapter 215 - Lucielle’s Pride (2)
"Well, I think you already understand the general idea, don’t you?" I asked. "About how I’m supposed to defeat the Seven Deadly Sins that are eventually going to come after me."
"Hmm... I see..." she murmured quietly. "So thou desirest to learn how to defeat them. Is that truly what thou seekest?"
She looked at me with those crimson eyes of hers.
It wasn’t an angry look. It wasn’t even particularly cold. If anything, it felt like she was looking at me the same way someone would look at a person who had just told a joke that wasn’t funny enough to deserve a laugh. There was amusement there somewhere, but there was also something else. Something that made me feel like she already knew where this conversation was going long before I had even opened my mouth.
"Indeed, such is the case," she said. "Yet thou hast already discerned the answer to that question, hast thou not?"
She smiled faintly.
"So it must be that way, then?" I said.
"Indeed, it would appear so," she said softly.
Honestly, I already knew what she meant.
This wasn’t some hidden truth that I had failed to realize. I understood perfectly well what method she was referring to. The problem was that understanding something and wanting to use it were two completely different things.
"If thou wert to assume thy Dragon Form," she said calmly, "then defeating them would not be difficult. In truth, thou wouldst likely have strength to spare afterward."
The Dragon Form she was referring to was the form she had granted me during my battle against Julius, and the same form I had used against the Great Darkness.
The Black Dragon Form itself.
At this point, it wasn’t some temporary power-up anymore. It was a form that I could access freely whenever I wanted.
Which was exactly why I avoided using it.
"I don’t want to use that form unless I absolutely have to," I said.
She tilted her head slightly.
"And why is that?" she asked with curiosity.
I let out a quiet breath.
"Because every time I use it, it feels like you’re coming back."
She didn’t respond immediately.
"You are the Great Black," I continued. "I’m not. I don’t want people looking at me and seeing you."
The words felt strange coming out of my mouth.
Lilith.
The Great Black herself.
The beginning of history itself.
The end of history itself.
One of the Great Ones who had shaped the world into what it was today.
A being whose existence was so absurdly large that entire civilizations had built their understanding of reality around her.
And then there was me.
If people started associating me with the Great Black, if they stopped seeing a distinction between me and her, then eventually I felt like I would lose something important.
Maybe my identity as myself.
Maybe even my very existence.
Either way, I didn’t want that.
Personally, I wanted to distance myself from Lilith as much as I possibly could.
"Fufufu..."
Lilith laughed softly to herself.
It wasn’t a mocking laugh. If anything, it sounded genuinely amused.
"Thou truly art an interesting boy," she said, looking directly at me.
Then, without warning, she slowly spread her legs.
"Come," she said with a smile. "Let us engage in something more enjoyable."
I blinked in complete confusion.
"What do you mean by that?"
"I desire to soothe thy mind for a time," she replied casually. "I had thought I might offer thee my affection. Wouldst thou not desire such a a thing?"
She smiled even wider.
"Or perhaps thou wouldst prefer that I do so... in another form?"
Her body shifted.
In an instant, she transformed into a busty woman.
Honestly, calling her "busty" felt like an understatement.
She looked like the kind of woman who could probably kill someone with those breasts if she put enough effort into it. I wasn’t entirely sure if that was physically possible, but with Lilith, I wasn’t willing to rule anything out.
Not going to lie, it definitely made me want to go and fuck her.
It had been a while since the last time we’d done it.
And that experience remained unforgettable.
Yes, that experience truly remained unforgettable.
It had been intense. Ridiculously intense. The kind of experience that stayed in your memory whether you wanted it to or not.
Still, there was something that had been bothering me.
Something I genuinely wanted to know.
"Did you really think of them as your daughters?" I asked.
She raised an eyebrow.
"The Sins," I clarified for her.
For a moment, she simply stared at me.
The seductive smile she had been wearing disappeared.
"Why dost thou ask such a question?" she asked quietly. "Art thou jealous?"
"I’m not."
I answered that question immediately.
"And even if you’re my creator, I don’t think of you as my mother."
"Fufufu..."
She laughed softly once again.
"It would seem that they felt similarly."
She leaned back slightly.
"Though I cared for them, they were never truly my daughters. Nor was I ever truly regarded as their mother."
She paused for a brief moment.
The smile on her face wasn’t seductive anymore.
If anything, it looked distant.
"Even so," she continued, "I did consider them my own. Whether they chose to think of me as their mother was never for me to decide."
I stayed quiet for a moment.
I knew that Lilith had taken care of them.
That much had never really been in question.
The problem was that I had never known what their relationship had actually been like. Whether they had been family, disciples, companions, or something else entirely.
I still didn’t know the answer.
But maybe now I understood a little more than before.
Slowly, she closed her legs again.
Just like that, it felt like my opportunity to fuck her had expired.
That wasn’t something I had seriously intended to do.
Probably, anyway, if I were being honest.
"If thou truly wishest to defeat them without relying upon thy Dragon Form," she said at last, "then there is but one method."
I straightened slightly.
For the first time since the conversation had started, I paid complete attention.
"What method could that be?"
She looked directly into my eyes.
Then she smiled quietly.
"Have sex with Lucielle."
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