Oh no! After I Reincarnated, My Moms Became Son-cons!

“How can I get out of here? And how can I bring Dragon Mom along with me? First and foremost, though, I need to pinpoint my location and Mom’s before I can devise a plan,” I reasoned.

There was nobody in the cave. Camille and Irina kept their word and wouldn’t concoct some scheme to kill me after promising me freedom, apparently. Although the two of them had basically put the entire mountain – all their assets included – in my hands, I had no interest in the gold. If I couldn’t get out of there, all of the gold in the world was meaningless.

I followed the path to arrive at the stairs and then headed up. The number of decorations in the corridor upstairs had been reduced substantially. The rooms seemed to also be missing. There were only two or three rooms. It appeared that they were Irina and Camille’s bedrooms. I had no interest in Camille’s room. I only wanted to check Irina’s room. However, the rooms weren’t labelled; therefore, I had no idea which room belonged to Irina.

I gave the door to the room closest to me a push. The door didn’t open. It appeared to be locked. The doors were made from ordinary timber, but I was worried something would jump out and bite my hand.

I warily gave the room by the edge a try, but none of the doors opened. Ostensibly, Camille always kept the doors locked. I couldn’t open any door nor did I dare to smash them down. If I smashed them down and provoked Camille, I might lose my only hope at escape.

I stood in front of a door after having reached my wits’ end. I intended to thoroughly investigate the place and prepare for an escape, but the idea was shot down before it could take off. I couldn’t even open the doors, so there was no way of confirming Dragon Mom’s location. If I couldn’t confirm her location, I couldn’t rescue her.

I began to think: “How can I enter the rooms? I presume I need a key to unlock the doors here. I’ve seen the lock holes, but how do I find the keys? Logically speaking, Irina wouldn’t have anywhere to hide the key on her body, right? She’s naked, after all. Her so-called clothing is merely her scales. Can scales hide objects?”

I checked my own body. I sure couldn’t see it being possible for myself. My scales were attached to my flesh. Forget hiding things, trying to remove them hurt plenty. I still remembered the pain of ripping my scales off to revive Luna. It was as painful as ripping your fingernails out.

I tried thinking again: “In that case, where would Irina have hidden the keys? Could she have hid them in… No way. I rub her boobs into all different shapes every day, so there’s no way she could hide things in between them, which means that she can’t hide the keys on her, unless she swallowed them and spits them out when she needs them? I imagine regurgitating things isn’t very hard for dragons. In other words, Irina may indeed have the keys on her. I can’t open locks. Movies are fake. I definitely can’t open the locks with two tiny bits of wood.”