Regressor Instruction Manual (PART 2)

Chapter 258: There's No Bad Dragon in the World (6)

This was definitely a very embarrassing situation.

The human appearance of Tol To-ri, who was still angered, was definitely Dialugia's daughter.

Her head still had undergrown horns, and her small stature and large eyes were reminiscent of her mother's. It appeared that Tol To-ri's cuteness was now at its peak, one I wasn't able to see develop as I had not spent enough time with her.

Her hair was just down to her waist, and her skin was white like her mother's.

When she had first transformed, she had been utterly naked, but now she was, thankfully, wearing clothes that were similar to Dialugia's. I didn't know if Dialugia intended this or not, though. All I could see was how similar they were to each other.

Even their mannerisms were similar. The way Tol To-ri kept her mouth shut, her habit of touching the hair around her horns, the way she impatiently tapped her foot...

'She really looks like...'

Dialuria was definitely the spitting image of her mother. Of course, it appeared as if she herself didn't care, seeing as she was clinging onto me and ignoring Dialugia.

After a brief silence, a perplexed Dialugia spoke.

"Dialuria... What's going on? Why are you being like this?"

What was ridiculous was that Dialugia felt happier than anything else. Apparently, it was an unusual occurrence for a dragon to be able to transform this early on. I could see how proud she was of her daughter for being so advanced.

Of course, I couldn't blame her for thinking that way. What I didn't like, however, was how she openly showed how pleased she was.

The disciplinary period was going well as it was, but it was undeniable that the situation had taken an unexpected turn. However, I could admit that there were more positive points than there were negative ones.

Being able to actually communicate with Tol To-ri was one such positive point. However...

"..."

Her focus was entirely on me, having ignored Dialugia's question. At this, Dialugia spoke once more, the disappointment evident on her face.

"Dialugia, you have to pay attention to what your mother says."

Now I could see how Dialuria treated Dialugia while I was not present.

'She is really a saint.'

I couldn't understand how Dialugia could endure being treated like this, but I never did understand how maternal love worked in the first place.

"Dialuria, how are you feeling? C-Can you walk? Your magic power is also good... That's great. Mother wasn't able to do it like Dialuria until I was over 100 years old..."

I shook my head. The more Dialugia praised her, the more she would think of her mother as a pushover.

"I knew you were smart, but... you have higher magic power than kids of your age..."

'Don't praise her.'

"I didn't know you could speak right away... That's amazing. Can you tell your mom how you felt?"

She had evidently forgotten about yesterday's discussion, fawning over her child like this. I knew I had to intervene.

When I went to speak, Tol To-ri's attention eventually shifted to me.

Though I wasn't much of a leader, I still needed to act like an authoritarian.

"Luria."

"Yes, Dad!"