Chapter 3 (1/2)

Chapter 3: A magnificent beginning

Synopsis: It's said that dragons love to h.o.a.rd treasure.

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Andy ordered his troops to clean up the battlefield and sort out the mess.

Everyone's eyes were on the dragon who flew in lazy circles above us before landing on the town square plaza, a few s.p.a.ces in front of me.

”Is this the powerful enemy you mentioned that frequently attacks you?” He tilted his head and slightly tilted one wing to point to Morgan's frozen troops.

I blinked for a moment before promptly responding, ”Yes.”

So it turned out that Fruys was actually listening to everything I had said back then.

He snorted out two puffs of air and said to me, ”This can't even be called a war.”

I looked at him, not understanding.

He said, ”This is merely a scuffle.”

A scuffle, that is, a skirmish between street gangs. I think that's what he meant.

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I expressed my grat.i.tude to Fruys, and then asked if there was anything I could do for him.

I initially thought that he would want nothing- after all, my tiny territory probably had nothing he would have considered valuable.

However, I was taken aback when he bluntly told me, ”I want treasure. Lots and lots of treasure.”

I almost thought I misheard.

In the end, I brought him to the lord's private storeroom- in theory, this place was owned by my mother. After my parents married, my father would sometimes go off to war. Every time he returned, he would bring back the three most valuable treasures he personally picked from the spoils of war to give to my mother. This was where she ended up putting all of them.

A pair of ice blue eyes narrowed slightly as they took in the collection of items inside.

”It's much better than I expected,” he finally decided, and then brazenly ordered me to leave.

I watched Fruys shrink his figure, then squeeze into the storeroom. Sighing slightly, I remained standing outside to wait for him.

The wandering bard once told me that dragons liked to kidnap beautiful princesses and h.o.a.rd mountains of gold and silver ordinary people could only dream about seeing. The dragons would crush anyone who dared challenge them until meeting their predestined hero.

I wondered silently to myself, ”Could it be that dragons needed to sleep nestled in gold for a good night's rest? Did Fruys intend to turn the storeroom into his personal sleeping nest?”

However, it was soon revealed that I was overthinking things.

After three hours with no signs of Fruys coming out, I could not resist opening the door to take a look.

Fruys, who had shrunk in half, was sleeping soundly on the floor, surrounded by scattered bits of black, yellow, and red metal. Save from him and the sc.r.a.ps, the storeroom was completely empty.

Included in the things that disappeared were the scratches and sc.r.a.pes on Fruy's body, and were now replaced by a layer of faint gloss covering his scales.

I didn't know if it was merely my imagination, but the color of his scales seemed slightly lighter in color.

At this moment, Fruys opened his eyes. I asked with difficulty, ”What happened to everything here?”

”I absorbed all of it,” he responded matter-of-factly. I honestly felt like I was struggling to breathe.

I hoped that my mom would spare me on the merits of our close bond.