Chapter 13 – The Evil Dragon Receives a Present from Her Son【Part 1】

It was that night. Ryuuji, with the help of his companion Sheila, had defeated a monster on his own.

In a first-floor room of their home… his mother, Karma, was asleep in bed.

She was sleeping on her back, her breathing soft and even.

phew… phew…

Ryuuji sat by his mother’s bedside, waiting for her to wake up.

“…”

a certain something clasped in her hand.

(…Mom, I wonder if you’ll like it.)

After all, Ryuuji didn’t know what kind of hobbies his mother had.

She was always in full-on “I love my son!” mode, so what could she possibly want besides something related to him?

Ryuuji had no idea.

That’s why he had asked for help from the elven Observer, headed to the marketplace, and bought something.

(…Mom.)

Lying on her back, his mother had a surprisingly innocent expression.

He didn’t know how old his mother actually was.

But in her human form, Karma could easily pass for nineteen or eighteen. If you weren’t careful, you might even mistake her for his older sister.

In fact, including her words and actions, Karma often came across as childish.

(…Well, her body wasn’t childish at all, though.)

With every breath, the two large, soft hills of her chest quivered…

jiggle… jiggle…

Her delicate lips, like flower buds, were slack, murmuring softly.

mnya… mnya…

A little while later, his mother, Karma, woke up.

“Ngh… Where…?”

With sleepy eyes, Karma sat up halfway. “Ah, found a Ryu-kun.”

she said, and with a

sproing!

she shot out of bed and threw her arms around her son.

Her oversized breasts smothered his face. (It’s suffocating. But it’s soft and comfortable. But I want her to let go.)

(…If Sheila saw this, I’d die of embarrassment.)

“Aah, my Son-ium levels are being replenished~…”

Karma hugged Ryuuji to her chest with all her might.

“What’s that?”

But it seemed his mother was holding back her strength, so even though the embrace was tight, it wasn’t painful.

“It’s a component that my body loses when I’m not touching my son. It gets replenished when I hug him tight like this. Squeeze.”

“I’ve never heard of that before…”

Ryuuji said, exasperated. (It’s probably just some nonsense she made up.)

“Putting that aside, Ryu-kun!”

Karma suddenly let go of Ryuuji.

pop

“We have to celebrate!”

She beamed a bright, innocent, child-like smile.

“It’s to commemorate the first time you defeated a monster on your own, Ryu-kun. Let’s register this as an anniversary, too. I’ll ask Hilda to make this a national holiday for the entire world.”

It looked like his mother was about to transform into her dragon form and fly off to the king’s castle that very instant.

“That’s enough! Stop, you’re being way too over-the-top!”

“Is that so…” Karma said, looking disappointed.

“Then let’s make a feast. What would you like? A Mother Steak?”

“What is that…?” he started to ask, but an image of a certain something flashed through his mind. (No, never mind, I don’t want to know…)

he trailed off.

Meanwhile, his mother stood up and headed to the living room.

She was probably going to prepare a meal.

(…I missed my chance to say she didn’t need to.)

Just as Ryuuji muttered that, it happened.

“What is thiiiiis?!”

His mother’s loud voice came from the living room.

Ryuuji stood up and went to the living room where his mother was.

There she was… his mother, staring intently at the living room table.

“Ryu-kun… this… this food… what is…?”

Karma looked at her son, her lips trembling.

tremble… tremble…

On the table sat an omelet.

…That said, it wasn’t a pretty, delicious-looking one like his mother would make.

It was a clumsy omelet, burnt in places.

“…I made it.”

At Ryuuji’s words, Karma’s eyes went wide.

“You made it…? You, Ryu-kun, without the All-Creation skill? How…?”

(I don’t think skills are the only way to cook, though.)

But to his mother, cooking wasn’t something you made, but something you produced, or something you transformed ingredients into.

“Sheila… taught me. She’s a good cook.”

After putting Karma to bed, Ryuuji had made dinner with Sheila’s help.

For whom?

For his mother, of course.

“Mom, you’re always talking about anniversaries for me, but you forget your own.”

“Hah? My… anniversary?”

Ryuuji nodded and approached his mother.

He took a box from his pocket and handed it to her.

“What is this…?”

With trembling hands, his mother took the box.

Karma looked at her son. And when she opened it… inside was,

“A necklace…?”

It was a silver chain necklace.

The design was simple, and the attached charm was inexpensive.

And yet… this was. It was something special.

“Ryu-kun, this is… how? Where did you get…?”