Even If I'm Reborn as a Cute Dragon Girl, I Will Still Make a Harem-Chapter 45Book 6: : Beyond The Map
Time flew by quickly. In the blink of an eye, two days had already passed.
Yet the scenery remained unchanged—boundless azure sea, endless blue sky.
Occasionally, a few waves rippled across the surface, but nothing broke the eternal monotony.
Lilith stood at the bow of the ship, scanning the horizon. Blue… There was nothing but blue. Not even a single bird in sight, let alone an island.
“Have we really arrived at our destination?” She frowned slightly and glanced back at Graybert.
“O-of course! You can question my character, but never my professionalism!” Graybert stammered, pounding his chest from behind the mast. Still haunted by the terrifying storm from two days ago, he preferred to keep his distance.
“After all my precise calculations, we’re not only inside the area you marked but in the center. On my honor as a former mathematician, I swear there’s no chance of a mistake!” he added.
“That whole ‘honor’ thing went out the window when you became a pirate, didn’t it?” Lilith muttered, rolling her eyes. She turned her gaze upward. “Stay here. I’m going to take a look from above.”
The moment she finished speaking, the breeze around her shifted sharply, whipping into a powerful updraft that launched her into the sky. She did not even seem to care that she was wearing a dress.
One sailor instinctively tilted his head to follow her ascent. His lips curled into an expectant grin, as if hoping to catch a glimpse of the mysterious paradise. However, he was sent flying by Graybert’s fist before he could blink.
“You little b̲a̲s̲t̲a̲r̲d̲! Are you trying to kill us all?!” Graybert stomped forward, jabbing a finger in the sailor’s nose as he continued berating him. “How dare you dare peek under the skirt of that humanoid T-Rex?! You want all our families to be mourning by sundown?!”
“I…” The sailor clutched his face, giving his captain a strange look.
Seeing the sailor’s defiance, Graybert almost gave the kid an interesting hands-on lesson in etiquette.
Back in the day, before turning to piracy, Graybert had been known as the most charming gentleman across ten villages! 𝘧𝓇ℯ𝑒𝓌𝑒𝑏𝓃𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘭.𝒸ℴ𝓂
“Use your damn eyes! That humanoid T-Rex does look cute, but do you really think you can afford to offend someone like her?!” he growled.
Graybert patted the sailor’s shoulder and said earnestly, “You were being completely disrespectful just now. Aren’t you afraid she’ll open that bloody maw of hers and swallow you whole?”
He shook his head, sighing like a disappointed mentor.
“You’ve got a lot to learn, kid. Now take me, for example. Even though I know that beneath that fragile, doll-like exterior lies a terrifying humanoid T-Rex—do you see me disrespecting her? Do I discriminate? Do I treat her any differently?”
He gestured dramatically. “No! That’s professionalism. Even if the client is a humanoid T-Rex, I maintain my professionalism! That’s why I’m the captain—and you’re still swabbing decks after ten years at sea. That’s the difference.”
Both Lilith and the sailor fell into silence.
*You stupid bearded man… I can still hear everything from up here!*
“Ugh.” Lilith let out an exasperated sigh. Even so, the corners of her lips curled into a faint smile.
*Never mind. I’ll deal with him once this is all over.*
Pushing aside the distraction, she refocused and accelerated her ascent.
The temperature plummeted, the air thinned, and the SS Behemoth far below shrank until it was no more than a speck of dust.
Lilith only stopped when frost began to form on her lashes. She exhaled, white breath billowing into the freezing air.
The view was breathtaking.
For two days now, ever since she had devoured the storm, the skies had remained perfectly clear. And now, even from this altitude, above where the clouds would normally gather, nothing obscured her vision.
The sea below stretched out like a blue mirror. From this height, she could even see the faint curvature of the horizon.
Even so… She couldn’t find a single blemish on this blue mirror.
There were no islands within a radius of ten thousand miles.
“Strange…” Lilith frowned.
Even if the area she had circled was wide, with her current altitude and vision, there was no way she wouldn’t have spotted Dragon Island—if it were within range.
“Did they make a mistake?” Lilith considered the possibility, then shook her head.
Graybert might be full of nonsense most of the time, but if there was one thing he didn’t lie about, it was his professionalism.
For a pirate with over ten years of seafaring experience—and a supposedly former mathematician (though highly questionable)—sailing into uncharted waters without any official routes or charts was already proof of his confidence.
And if he had patted his chest and sworn they’d reached the correct location… then they had. There was no second possibility. Unless, of course, he was lying to her.
Which meant—the error lay with…
Once again, Lilith pulled out the old map she had bought for a few copper coins. Graybert had used it as a rough reference, but returned it the next day, claiming it was now useless to him.
After all, they were navigating open ocean, and nautical charts were vastly different from the decorative world maps sold in marketplaces.
Still, the first point of reference for reaching this location had been the circle Lilith had drawn in the lower right corner of that map.
She recalled the original location of Dragon Island—before everything was rewritten—and compared it to the map again.
No matter how hard she tried to recall…
“There’s no mistake. Dragon Island should be here.”
The bottom right corner. Near the edge. She was sure of it.
So… could it be that Dragon Island was erased entirely by some overwhelming force? Come on. If someone were that powerful, would they really go to the trouble of wiping memories? Why not just show up and crush her with two fingers? Why go through all this effort?
Which meant…
“I’m missing something.”
Lilith narrowed her eyes, scanning the yellowed map again, searching for a discrepancy—anything that didn’t match her memory.
But… No one would memorize a map by choice—unless they were a geography teacher. Lilith, like most, only remembered a rough outline.
And the reason she remembered Dragon Island so clearly… Well, because it was Dragon Island. It was her home.
It was like in her previous life—she might not have known which country was the most powerful, but if her elders had told her at age three that her homeland looked like a giant rooster on the map, she’d still be able to find it, even on her first time seeing one.
“I can’t even find my own home now… How embarrassing.”
Suppressing the sadness welling up in her chest, Lilith pulled out the compass she’d taken from the ship and began comparing it to the map again, trying to confirm directions.
“This side is east… this one’s south… so this would be southeast. If we keep going in this direction, the chances of finding something should increase. But… if we go any farther, we’ll be off the edge of the map. Even the chart won’t help then,” she mumbled.
“Wait… beyond the map?”
A spark flashed through her mind.
Lilith froze. Then, without another word, she dropped like a stone from the sky—fast and silent, like a falling meteorite.
Down below, Graybert lay sprawled on the deck, sunbathing with a half-filled glass of cheap red wine in hand.
With the “humanoid T-Rex who hated the stench of alcohol” finally off the ship, he was savoring a rare moment of peace at sea.
*BOOM!*
A deafening crash shook the entire deck. Wood splintered in every direction.
His beloved SS Behemoth—meticulously cleaned every single day—now had a gaping hole in it.
His barely-touched glass of cheap red wine slipped from his hand and vanished into the wreckage with a mournful crash.
Graybert stared at the destruction, lips twitching. Before he could utter a word, a petite figure shot up from the hole in the deck.
In a flash, she was in front of him, slapping a yellowed map straight onto his face.
“Tell me—what’s beyond the map?”
