Shami seemed to have heard something extraordinary, and for a moment, he stood still, quietly in place, staring dazedly at the violet-haired girl whose cheeks were flushed with embarrassment.
In his understanding, a chameleon should refer to that ugly reptilian lizard full of bumps, right?
He absolutely couldn’t link such a strange crawling creature with the beautiful maiden before him! That kind of creature doesn’t even qualify as part of the Dragon Race, okay! Don’t think just because it has the word ’dragon’ in it, it can be associated with the Dragon Race!
"I knew it; sometimes knowing too much isn’t a good thing..."
Shami crouched dejectedly, unhappily cradling his head in his hands.
"Why do you look even more upset than I am, hey!"
After revealing her true identity, the ashamed and angry Elze realized someone was even more upset than she was.
"Because I don’t know if you count as an other-race maiden anymore, Elze! In your human form, you’re such a stunningly beautiful girl, but your true form is a lizard that even deep fetishists for other-race girls can’t accept!"
Shami gritted his teeth, so upset he pressed his hands to the ground.
"These are two entirely conflicting things! When touching your tail, just thinking about how it’s a lizard’s tail makes it impossible to put my hands on it!"
"Who suddenly wanted to touch my tail, anyway! Who’s the fetishist for other-race girls? Is it you?"
Elze immediately demanded of Shami, recalling the oracle of Fata, and suddenly realized that Shami was not just the Demon King but also a perverted Demon King.
"Oh right, the Demon King’s kink seems to be other-race girls, huh! So, were you after me because of my identity? Trying to pursue me?"
"Saying this doesn’t help anymore...you...you should just let me be alone for a while..."
Shami suddenly hid away in a corner.
"Hey, hey, hey, that just makes me even sadder!"
Elze realized the Demon King with a kink for other-race girls lost complete interest in her and inexplicably became even angrier.
She hurried to correct Shami’s perception.
"Did you confuse a chameleon with a color-changing lizard?"
Shami then slowly raised his head and looked over.
"Huh? Aren’t those the same species?"
The violet-haired girl’s cheeks blushed with embarrassment, her thin lips red with anger.
"Of course not!!! Although it has similar abilities as color-changing lizards, the chameleon is an actual sub-dragon dragon species."
Shami’s eyes regained their luster.
Reluctantly discussing such matters, the violet-haired girl nevertheless opened her small mouth to clarify for herself.
"Have you ever properly understood the Dragon Race...?"
"Only in name, and whatever should count as really basic knowledge."
The violet-haired girl let out a sigh.
"The Dragon Race is a vast group with many branches, among which the most pure-blooded dragon species is the Silver Dragon. In the process of reproducing due to different regions, changes over time, and many other factors, many different sub-species have been evolved."
"Among them, the chameleon is a very weak sub-species, much like the Spiky Earth Dragons tamed by humans in large cities to help transport goods, belonging to the lowest, most humble existence within the Dragon Race. However, unlike the Spiky Earth Dragons, chameleons are fewer in number, mostly surviving in the wild."
Shami listened intently as the level of resistance from the violet-haired girl slightly diminished.
"Let me go first; I’ll show you something."
The violet-haired girl signaled the tentacles that were entangling her.
Shami removed the two tentacles from the violet-haired girl’s upper body.
The violet-haired girl took out a book from her Storage Ring and tossed it in front of Shami.
"You take a look for yourself."
This was an ancient book about the Dragon Race, with gold inlaid around its cover, looking like it came from some great family’s collection room.
Shami flipped through the ancient book; the records about chameleons were sparse, but he gradually began to understand the difference between chameleons and color-changing lizards.
Although in the original world, they might be considered the same species, on this continent, chameleons and color-changing lizards are two completely different species.
One is a lizard, and the other is a genuine sub-dragon.
Although a sub-dragon, chameleons are those with almost no aggressiveness that need to hide from humans, an existence at the bottom of the food chain among sub-dragons, even less so than the Spiky Earth Dragons that had decent endurance to haul goods.
Because chameleons have the ability to change color according to their environment, many adventure parties hunt them for their scales to craft clothing with certain stealth effects.
Shami saw the pictures about chameleons in the ancient book, and they were very different from what he imagined. They hardly looked like crawling lizards, resembling more like very petite Western dragons, not even two meters tall, without wings. Unlike the crude and strong-looking dragons in other photographs, these even had a bit of dainty beauty.
The more he looked at the pictures, the more they seemed delicately handsome.
"So, you really are a dragon."
Shami moved in front of the violet-haired girl.
Elze bit her lip, admitting it.
Shami looked at the pictures of chameleons in the book, then at Elze.
"So this picture resembles your true form?"
The violet-haired girl softly replied, and when her eyes met Shami’s, she found a very bright smile already hanging on his face.
"That’s good... hehe... Dragon Race Maiden..."
"That smile is way too suspect! You’ve completely become a weirdo!"