Chapter 35 (1/2)

Translator: Luk2048

Editor: Ghost Ape

He was surrounded by an air of sorrow, looking completely like a fierce beast that had its claws and fangs removed.

”I am Doradora… I am Doradora…”

Without any sign of light in his eyes, the silver dragon was only repeating that sentence, as if he was talking in delirium. Even an amateur could tell he was in a dangerous mental condition. Most likely he'd break like gla.s.s with just one more push.

What the h.e.l.l. Did Rēko get so vexed with not being able to find Doradora, that she went and made a new sorrowful one appear?

I trembled as guilt flowed over me. Though the guilt wasn't enough to make me go and help him. Then, Ariante pulled out her sword.

”Hey, Doradora.”

”Mm, what's up? What is it you want me to do…”

”Not you, him. Don't just react naturally to someone calling Doradora.”

”Sorry, it slipped out.”

While seeing off Ariante, who was approaching the silver dragon, I stealthily distanced myself. It wasn't because I was frightened. I wanted to prevent Rēko from waking up here at any cost. Otherwise, she'd just deal the finis.h.i.+ng blow to his already paper-thin psyche.

Incidentally, Lady Saintess was lying low even farther away, covertly examining the situation from the tall gra.s.s' shade.

”I am… The Proud Dragon of Fierce Winds… My spirit won't ever yield…”

”Oi, one called 'Doradora'. I've no idea what you came back for, but if you treasure your life, you best return before the wolf wakes up. After all, I feel what happened to you is slightly regretful.”

”I am… I am…”

At that moment, he moved. The silver dragon brandished his right arm and flung his huge claws at Ariante.

The attack's wind pressure blew up a dust cloud, simultaneously resounding with a thunderous boom.

”Ariante!”

”Stay there!”

An immediate response came to my scream. Ariante caught the giant claws with just her left hand covered in armour, and a fierce compet.i.tion of nothing but physical strength unfolded.

”Can you see it, Rēvendia? His state is strange.”

”Yeah, I knew that from the start.”

”I don't mean that kind of strange. His spirit had been broken this much, I don't think he'd have tried to start a useless fight. It doesn't seem like he's just deranged.”

Once Ariante had finished speaking, she moved. She escaped the deadlock by fending off the claws' force by parrying them down to the ground, moreover she dashed in one breath up the dragon's arm right up to his face.

”Don't think badly of me.”

Just like that, she vehemently launched her armour-covered knee at the dragon's forehead. The dragon's tough skull and the armour's metal reverberated, causing an echo to resound, as if someone had struck a bell.

Before long the dragon's body had lurched and he flopped down without any strength onto the ground.

”I put him to sleep for now. We should bind him with iron chains or something while we can.”

”Woo amazing. You're really strong.”