Book 2: Chapter 120 (1/2)

“You know,” Tafel said, staring off into the distance. “I’ve always heard stories about Auntie, but now I realize just how true they were. Those were undead dragons she just summoned, right?”

Grimmy nodded. “They’re just husks though,” he said. “Their souls rejected her call and refused to come back. I vaguely remember her using a family of wyverns to fill each skeleton.”

Screams came from the distance along with the sounds of crashing trees and shattering rocks. Faint voices, which suspiciously sounded like a wife berating her husband, drifted over during the lulls of the battle. Less than five minutes later, the area fell silent—only sobs could be heard. Footsteps approached the group of dragons, phoenixes, and Vur from the trees, revealing Lindyss, who was dusting off her hands. On her head, Erin was sitting as still as a statue, her eyes wide open and red from not blinking for an extended period of time. Moments later, Kondra appeared behind Lindyss, her tails and wings dragging against the ground as she walked. Her silver head was lowered, but her eyes would glance at Lindyss every so often before staring at the ground again. All signs of possession were gone, but her body was shivering nonstop despite having no injuries.

“Mom?” Leila asked. “Are you alright?”

Kondra let out a whimpering sound in response. She placed her head on the ground and covered her eyes with her paws, her tails and wings curling up into a ball.

“Vur,” Lindyss said with a smile. She held out a quivering, black, jelly-like substance. “Eat this.”

Vur stared at the blob in Lindyss’ palm and swallowed. The blob was wriggling as if it were trying to run away. A shiver ran down Vur’s spine, and he raised his head to meet Lindyss’ gaze. “What is it?”

“A potato.”

“…”

Vur’s gaze returned to the “potato” in Lindyss’ hand. “No, it’s not.”

Lindyss took a step forward, causing Vur to take two steps back. “It’s a rare kind of potato.”

“D-dragons don’t eat potatoes,” Vur said, taking another step back as the blob in Lindyss’ hand let out a sobbing sound. Bubbles rose to the surface of the “potato” and burst with a popping noise, releasing streams of black gas.

Lindyss frowned and grasped the wisps of gas with her mana, forcing them back into the blob. She mushed the blob around until it was in the shape of a T-bone steak. All kinds of gases and fumes shot out of the substance during the process, permeating the air. “It’s steak.”

“I’m not hungry.” Vur gulped and hid behind Tafel before pinching his nose. The dragons and phoenixes were covering their noses as well, and Leo had directly fainted from the smell with froth coming out of his mouth. Tafel’s face paled, but she spread her arms out to the side and took a step forward.

“I, I won’t let you feed that to Vur,” Tafel said and wet her dry lips with her tongue.

“Why not?” Lindyss asked in a coy voice, raising an eyebrow. “You don’t trust me?”