Chapter 8 (1/2)

Synopsis: Fruys is once again a bright and beautiful dragon

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Fruys's recovery speed left me dumbfounded.

When I woke up the next morning, Fruys's terrifying wound had already become a scab, and then on the third day, he was back on his wings and could even leisurely take me out to fly.

I might have just wasted my time worrying about this guy.

Speaking of things to worry about, our spies received intel that the lords of the fiefs next to Lord Cavendish's territory were temporarily forming a coalition to annihilate me.

There had always been a delicate balance of power between the three fiefs, and the fact that we were occupying Lord Cavendish's land must have made these lords feel very uneasy.

With both of them having two high-level sorcerers each, their combined forces was something we could not underestimate. Thus, I could not help but be worried sick when I read the reports from our spies.

I was still brooding over this while I strolled along the seaside with Fruys—his tail thwacking the ground and sending large pieces of sand and stone flying with every step.

”What are you fretting about this time?” he asked.

I hesitated for a moment but nonetheless decided to share the present state of affairs with him.

Sure enough, Fruys gave me a look of disdain: ”If it's a fight, why would I be afraid of them?”

I didn't know his ident.i.ty, his history, or his past experiences, and I had very little overall knowledge about dragons as a race. All I knew was that Fruys tended to dismiss all my concerns and problems as trivial—and yet, he was still injured last time.

As far as I knew, Lord Ansai's black dragon was not as rampant as Fruys. Rather, he was experienced, in the prime of his life, and renowned across all of Finanse. Fruys might be considered a youngster that just entered the spotlight compared to him.

I was very annoyed at his arrogance, but I didn't know what I should say.

”Fruys!” I could only call out his name and lift my head to stare at him.

”What? You don't believe in my ability?” Fruys gently pressed the bottom of his snout to my forehead, and as he spoke ice-cold air blew apart the hairstyle that Anna had painstakingly arranged for me.

”Fruu…” My voice softened. I think he understood what I wanted to say.

In the end, Fruys's att.i.tude was as lazy and careless as ever.

There was a rare trace of lightheartedness in his voice. ”I'll take care of it, so don't worry. However, in exchange, you'll have to give me all the magic crystals that you get.”

To make use of sorcerers, it was necessary to supply them with magic crystals which could be looted in large quant.i.ties from every magic tower. The ones that were taken from Lord Cavendish had all long been casually seized by Fruys—n.o.body dared to fight over stuff with him.