If I Don't Show My Might, Do You Really Think I'm a Bottom?

"BOOM!"

A cannonball as thick as a thigh shot out from beneath Nightingale's crotch and slammed straight into the golden dragon's forehead.

The violent explosion and flames swept through the entire room, destroying all the carefully arranged furniture and decorations.

"Roar!"

As the smoke cleared, the golden dragon, its head split with spiderweb-like cracks, roared and charged out, continuing toward Vampire Girl.

"Still not dead?"

Nightingale opened her mouth and extended a section of large-caliber barrel.

She pressed her slightly protruding Adam's apple, and a thick bullet with a long, slender tip shot out, striking the golden dragon's injured head again.

"Crack!"

After a sound like shattering glass, the Five-Clawed Golden Dragon finally transformed into specks of Buddhist light unwillingly.

"If I don't show my might, do you really think I'm a bottom?"

Nightingale swallowed the barrel back and declared dominantly.

"Mm, Miss, your methods are remarkably like those of an old acquaintance of mine."

Rather than getting angry, the monk looked thoughtful.

"Did that old acquaintance of yours like wearing a black-and-red tailcoat, a sapphire brooch, white gloves, and slicking his hair back, with a habit of speaking in staccato?"

Nightingale raised an eyebrow.

"That's right. May I ask what relationship you have with my old acquaintance, Miss?"

the monk asked.

"That was my father."

"Good, good, good. What an unexpected connection."

The monk's face remained utterly expressionless, but a trace of amusement entered his voice.

"Back then, I saw that your honored father had an affinity with Buddha, so I wished to preach the Buddhist teachings to him and awaken his wisdom. Unfortunately, he was young and hot-blooded then. Not only did he fail to understand this poor monk's good intentions, he even turned guns and cannons on me."

"Afterward, your honored father drifted away, and he could