Reborn in Danmachi as a Dragon-Kin (Rewrite)

"Alright, you all remain seated while I go through the book," Draco instructed his family, his tone firm and authoritative. 

As he flipped open the first page, he couldn't help but feel a pang of concern. 

'Hopefully, they don't get into trouble by looking at anyone funny,' he thought, his brow furrowed slightly.

The guild was currently abuzz with activity, filled to the brim with adventurers, many of whom seemed to be mentally unstable. 

Draco had already observed a peculiar group, likely adventurers, simply standing by the door and watching the comings and goings. 

He reasoned that they were probably on the hunt for weaker prey to follow and potentially rob.

Draco couldn't help but feel that their unusual group, consisting of kids, might just be the kind of enticing meal these predators were seeking. 

He could sense several curious gazes upon them, but for now, he chose to ignore it. 

'Even without doing anything, trouble seems to be coming our way,' he mused, his expression darkening.

Tuning out the noise around him, Draco focused his attention on the book before him, intent on finding the information they needed. 

However, he was surprised to find that the book was not as organized as he had expected. 

The larger familia’s, both active and inactive were listed first, while the minor ones came up later in the pages.

As he scanned the pages, Draco took note of several intriguing familia’s, such as the Leto familia, who had been chased out of Orario by the Hera familia, the mysterious Set familia, and the Osiris familia. 

'If I remember correctly, Grandma Anita and Grandpa John were part of the Osiris familia,' he recalled, a faint sad smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

Delving deeper into the book, Draco soon stumbled upon information regarding the goddess Bahamut. 

According to the guild's records, she had been registered approximately four years ago. 

'Odd,' he thought, his brow furrowing once more. 

'Why then? Could it be...' He shook his head, deciding not to entertain any further speculations. 

'No, I should stop making weird assumptions. It might all just be a coincidence.' he concluded.

As he continued his research, Draco was troubled to discover that Bahamut had not yet created a familia during her entire stay in Orario. 

'If she hasn't created one in the past four years, what would make her do so now with us?' he pondered, his expression thoughtful.

A heavy sigh escaped his lips as he finally announced, "I found who we are looking for, let's go." he announced.

"You're finally done?" Michalis exclaimed, relief evident in his voice. 

It seemed he had been struggling to contain his boredom during Draco's research.

"Yes, we'll be leaving now. I just need to return this book," Draco replied, his gaze shifting towards the long line of people waiting.

'No way I'm joining that,' he thought, quickly deciding to bypass the queue and return the book directly to the booth.

However, just as he was about to approach the booth, a man stepped in his path. 

"Hey, where do you think you're going? The line is back there," the man said, his tone laced with irritation.

"Relax, I'm just returning this and leaving," Draco responded calmly, showing the book in his hand, hoping to diffuse the situation.

"Then wait your turn," the man insisted, his stance unyielding.

'Sigh, why do people have to act like this? Making a commotion over nothing,' Draco thought, his patience wearing thin.

The incident had drawn the attention of some people nearby, attention that Draco had been desperately trying to avoid. 

Glancing at the guild employee behind the booth, he silently pleaded for her intervention.

Fortunately, the employee quickly recognized the situation and gestured for Draco to come forward. 

Ignoring the disgruntled man, Draco turned and began walking towards the booth, wanting to resolve the matter and swiftly depart.

"And where do you think you're going?" the man said, reaching out to grab Draco's backpack.

Draco turned back and firmly grasped the man's hand before it reached his backpack. 

"Why do you have to be like this," Draco warned, his voice laced with a serious tone.

The commotion had drawn the attention of the onlookers, and a whisper rippled through the crowd. 

"What's going on? Is there going to be a fight?" someone murmured.

"Stupid, fighting in the guild," another person scoffed, shaking their head in disapproval.

"Anyone know the cloaked person?" someone asked, referring to Draco.

The man, undeterred, balled his other fist, ready to strike. 

"You think you can fight, huh?" he challenged, the onlookers fuelling his courage.

Draco, however, did not want to escalate the situation and draw more unwanted attention. 

He signaled to his family, Clair, Michalis, Eleni, Nikolaos, Dimitra, Vasileios, and Vasiliki, to refrain from intervening and leave the guild.

Assessing the man, Draco could tell that he was around the level of an advanced Level 1 adventurer at best. 

Draco did not want to waste his time in a mere fist fight, so he decided to use a different approach.

Channeling the power he had gained from mimicking the aura of the One-Eyed Black Dragon, Draco unleashed the full force of his Draconic Aura and directed it solely upon the man. 

This was a skill he had meticulously developed, allowing him to manifest his own unique draconic essence.

The man froze in place, overwhelmed by a strange sensation akin to slowly sinking into an icy, slimy pool, struggling to breathe as the pressure gradually constricted his lungs. 

Staring into Draco's cold, red reptilian eyes only seemed to intensify this unsettling experience.

Draco released the man's hand, watching as it fell limply to his side. 

The man dropped to his knees, clutching his throat as he succumbed to the illusion of drowning.

Without a word, Draco turned and approached the guild employee's booth. 

"Here, I will return at a later date," he said, handing over the book he had come to return.

The guild employee, visibly shaken by the display, hesitantly replied, "Uhm, thanks."

Draco then exited the guild building, where his family was waiting outside. 

No one dared to stop or confront him, as they were unsure of the nature of the ability he had used to incapacitate the man. 

The onlookers were wary, unwilling to engage with Draco until they understood the full extent of his powers and how to counter them.

"Draco nii, are you alright?" Vasiliki asked worriedly, grasping his hand.

"I'm fine, don't worry," Draco reassured her, giving her a gentle pat on the head. 

"Now, let's go meet a goddess." he said.

Glancing back, Draco could sense that several people were observing their group, their curiosity piqued by the recent incident.

‘Sigh, I don't like this at all,’ he thought to himself, leading his family towards their next destination.

According to the guild's records, the last recorded residence of the goddess Bahamut was located just one street away from the Hephaestus Familia's western shops. 

‘We can buy new dungeon gear on our way back,’ Draco mused.

The Hephaestus familia was well known within and outside the walls of Orario, renowned for their exceptional skills in smithing. 

But their prowess extended beyond the forge - they boasted a remarkable number of members who had attained levels 2 and 3, earning the title of "warrior smiths."

As Draco and his siblings made their way through the Hephaestus familia's domain, they were captivated by the array of impressive works on display. 

Vasileios eyes gleamed with excitement as he admired the intricate craftsmanship of a finely forged shield, while Michalis couldn't help but be drawn to the elegant curves of a masterfully crafted pair of daggers.

"Just look at the balance and precision of these blades," Michalis marvelled, wanting to go into the store and run his fingers along the edge of the daggers.

“Sigh, we will check out some shops on our way back, so hold yourself” Draco warned.

As they arrived at their destination, Draco could sense a peculiar draconic aura emanating from within the modest, unassuming house before them. 

It was not a wild, untamed aura like that of the One-Eyed Black Dragon, but rather a force that demanded respect and reverence. 

Intrigued, he decided to take a closer look, briefly surveying the property.

The house itself was small and unpretentious, with a yard that boasted a large, majestic tree at its center. 

What caught Draco's eye, however, was the curious structure that resembled a swing, suspended from one of the tree's branches.

"Curious," Draco murmured, his brow furrowed in contemplation. 

‘I wonder what sort of person Bahamut might be.’ he thought.

Gathering his nerves, Draco approached the door and knocked, feeling the impatience of his siblings behind him. 

After several attempts, a soft, yet slightly distressed voice called out.

"Kyaa!!, Tsubaki is that you?, Quickly, come help me" the voice yelled.

‘Tsubaki, as in the Hephaestus familia captain?’ he wondered, but decided to enter as he heard the sound of things falling.

Draco hesitantly opened the door and ushered his family to follow. 

As they stepped inside, they were greeted by a sight that left them truly astonished, for what lay before them was beyond their expectations.