Became an Evil Dragon

11 – 11. Bolg’s Lies (5)

Nineve asks if she can come visit me again.

The innocent little elf asked with a bright smile on her face, as if she hadn’t thought at all that her request would be denied. It wasn’t arrogance in the sense that I wouldn’t dare refuse her request, but an expression of innocence in the sense that playing with you and me is good, but I can’t refuse her.

I was about to reply that I could come without much thought, but suddenly another fact came to mind.

It’s not Nynaeve’s problem, it’s our problem.

Now that I’m full and have a good night’s sleep, I’m maintaining my sane mind, but as time goes by and I get hungry, will I be able to treat Nineveh kindly like I am now?

As time passes and the dragon’s thoughts slowly eat away at my mind, I become a monster who doesn’t care even if I kill people. I still don’t know how I would treat Nineveh at that time, but it was easy to predict that our relationship wouldn’t end very well.

“…you can come tomorrow. But keep in mind. Don’t come here when the moon is full.”

“hehehehe, then Nineveh will come tomorrow, come see the dragon the next day, and come see the dragon every day!”

While squeezing her long silver hair, which was soaked in water and clinging to her body with both hands, she spat out an answer without even listening to me.

Like wet puppies shivering all over and drying their wet bodies, Nineve twirled around, wringing out her hair.

Then, of course, I was in front of her, and the water droplets that popped up on Nineve’s body splattered violently.

It doesn’t matter if your body gets wet, but it feels a bit different after being beaten like this.

Looking at Nineveh, it was like a disobedient dog doing its own thing and splashing water at random, so all I could do was sigh.

“It’s not every day. this guy.”

Maybe if you leave him wet like this, he’ll catch a cold. I don’t know what the fairy’s body is like, but it was clear that a human would catch a cold.

Because unlike the dragon’s body, the human body was extremely fragile. I am especially worried because Nineveh is a young child.

I sigh softly and take a deep breath. This was a process that required delicate work.

Close your eyes and look inside.

There is a powerful heat flowing from the deepest part of my body as if surrounding my heart. At first glance, the heat was so hot and powerful that it seemed like lava was flowing instead of blood.

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I could control it freely.

When this heat is breathed in and exhaled, it becomes a flame breath that melts steel, and in an instant, it becomes a hellfire that burns and kills living things.

But what we need now is not a powerful breath that can set a castle on fire, nor a scorching fire that can annihilate creatures.

Warm air of the right temperature to dry a wet body.

Yes, just the wind with the heat of the dryer was enough. To dry Nineveh’s wet hair and clothes.

“Whoa.”

I exhaled softly so that the little boy in front would not fall over from my strong breath. The soft, hot air that came out of his mouth was directed at the fairy boy whose whole body was wet.

A giant bio-dryer service you won’t find easily in this fantasy world.

“Ababa bababa-!”

While enjoying this paradise-like service, it was easy to notice that the little fairy was delighted by making a strange sound, as if making an ah sound in front of an electric fan.

After a long wind of moderate temperature, neither too hot nor too cool, passed by, there was a fairy whose wet hair, body, and clothes were completely dry.

“wow!”

Nineve jumped out of her place as if in surprise, and was curious as she touched her clothes and hair. After waiting for the elf to calm down after being fussy for a while, I rebuked her in a stern tone.

A few rules to keep me and this elf on good terms.

“Nineveh, in other words, don’t come here when the moon starts to rise. It doesn’t matter if you come after the full moon has set. “Keep that in mind.”

As the moon begins to wax, hunger slowly begins to overtake me. And with huge appetites, violent thoughts always follow.

When I said it in a serious voice, Nineveh’s expression immediately turned sullen as he listened to me, perhaps because he thought I had told her not to come during the rest of the period after setting a period of time for her to come because I hated her.

“It’s not because I hate you. But abide by these rules. okay?”

“… Nineveh, okay. You don’t like playing with me.”

Only then did Nineve, who seemed to agree with my words, become very sullen, and the day passed like that.

“Yong, that’s bad. “Bad dragon.”

Watching her shabby appearance from behind, her shoulders drooping and trudging around with the crystal shard I gave her tightly in her hand, it hurt quite a bit, but that doesn’t mean that this rule can’t be ignored.

Not for me, but for Nineveh.

***

“A dragon that appears to be invincible is, in the end, just a creature. I mean, it’s not God at all.”

Bolg lowered his voice as if the two of them were talking secretly, and spoke in a private, almost whispered voice. It was a voice too small to be heard unless he was paying close attention, but not one among the many villagers who had gathered around him could not hear Bolg’s voice.

That’s because all the villagers gathered here had their ears and attention turned to Bolg, covering their mouths with both hands, in case they could even hear their own breathing.

“What is that weakness?”

As the candlelight inside the village chief’s house dances in the slight breeze, the shadows of dozens of villagers gathered there shake. Still, the village chief’s house was quiet. The interior is so quiet and quiet that it is hard to believe that so many people are gathered in such a small space.

“Little scales.”

Bolg lowered his stance and raised a finger with a meaningful smile.

“It’s a small inverted scale about the size of this finger.”

Bolg looked around at the villagers with a terrifying expression on his face as if his raised fingers were the scales of a dragon, then slowly turned his head and continued talking.

“It’s a dragon’s scale that easily deflects a blade made of steel or any wizard’s magic, but among those scales, there’s only one scale that’s as soft as human skin. A vital point that is so fragile and deadly that a child’s finger could squeeze it into it. If you can stab those inverted scales properly, no matter how powerful the dragon is, it will die in an instant.”

“And me and Lord Ardamir discovered the great red dragon’s weakness. The red dragon’s weakness was discovered when the evil dragon rose up to finish us off with a burst of hot breath. The dragon’s weak point was right in the very center of the ship. Sir Ardamir, who found it with a twinkling eye.”

Bolg pretended to pull something out of his arms. Then he stretched out his left arm forward to catch the air, and his right arm stretched out behind him as if he were shooting an invisible bow.

“In an instant, he took out his bow and shot an arrow at the dragon’s weak spot!”

Oh oh-!

Cheers erupted explosively. The shouts that came out simultaneously were the sounds of the villagers clenching their fists at the dramatic scene of the hero.

The villagers had already met the dragon in the morning, so they knew in their heads that there was absolutely no possibility that the red dragon would have been killed by Lord Ardamir’s arrow, but at this moment, the story of Bolg is so attractive that it makes you wonder, maybe. this was excellent

Everyone was looking at Bolg with twinkling eyes, anticipating the next story, but Bolg’s eyes were filled with grief and his head dropped to the floor.

“Unfortunately, however, the arrow missed just one inch, just this far, to the side. However, a weakness is a weakness. Hit by an arrow shot by Lord Ardamir with terrifying power near the vital spot, the dragon screamed and sent the flame breath it was about to spit out, not in front of us, but above us. I missed the chance to finish off the dragon, but in the end, Seung-gi came back to us!”

The villagers blushed and rejoiced that the hero did not die, but rather won the victory.

However, even among the excited crowd, there was one person who doubted Bolg’s story.

“lie. “It’s a lie.”

The person who instantly killed the festive atmosphere in the room was the leader of the village, the village headman, who had been directly cursed by the dragon during the day.

“If there really is a dragon’s weakness and you guys really discovered it, then why on earth couldn’t you defeat the dragon? Listening to the story, it seems that the blue young knight is a hero with terrifying power and skills that no one else in the kingdom has.”

Bolg shook his head with a smile, not at all taken aback by the sarcastic remarks made by the village chief who looked at Bolg with a distrustful look.

As if I was expecting something like this to happen.

“Hey, I’m not finished talking yet, so continue listening. Chief.”