Chapter 9 (1/2)

Chapter 9

Chapter 9 – I<3u>

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Everyone had eyes—they could obviously tell that Fruys had become more powerful.

He was strong enough now that I think he could fly over the Sea of Death without any problems.

It was already one year after we first met, and my territory had become the strongest power in the continent’s northeastern region—but we still could not bear to let him go.

We were basically green upstarts compared to old school warlords like Ansai and the others. We expanded too fast, experienced too little, and gained too many enemies that surrounded us on all sides. It was without doubt that we would sink into extremely difficult circ.u.mstances if Fruys were to leave.

To discuss this problem, Andy, my close aides and I held a secret conference where we tried to plot strategies on how to get Fruys to stay with us longer.

However, it was really hard to come up with good ideas to entice someone when they come from a race so rarely seen in the continent, that ordinary people barely knew anything about them.

Andy, who had also been listening to the wandering bard’s stories in our childhood, and I both recalled the two things the bard claimed were what all dragons loved: treasures and princesses.

Frankly speaking, Fruys did not seem all that interested in the valuables in my treasury these days. He would reject my offers and even chide me to use the money to train soldiers and build fortifications instead. As for princesses…

My father was a lord, but he only sp.a.w.ned two sons and no daughters. I, on the other hand, am a lord as well, but I did not even have a wife—never mind any daughters.

As such, Andy came up with a plan: we would pick two rather attractive-looking women and pay them lots of money to go wait upon Fruys.

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I had no idea that Fruys would be so furious, he used his wings to bat away those two beauties.

I could only have Andy come to appease the women while I personally went to console Fruys.

He flew in circles around the roof of my fortress, eyeing me as I exerted a painstaking amount of strength to climb inch by inch up the rooftop to get close to him. The depths of his ice-blue eyes were tinged scarlet.

‘Fruu is seriously mad,’ I quietly murmured to myself while s.h.i.+vering, but I also felt quite exasperated too. Why was he so angry? The ladies were not n.o.bility, but weren’t their other qualities sufficient enough?

Regardless of where the problem lies, I could only coax and comfort him. Straining, I went on my tippy toes to hug his neck. Fruys didn’t dodge my embrace, which I thought was strange. But I jumped up anyways, trying to reach his neck.

Fruys lowered his head slightly which gave me the opportunity to hug him.

I wanted to smile but didn’t dare to. Instead, I lifted my head and gazed at him with regret and sadness: “Fruu, it’s my fault. I shouldn’t have let Andy do that.”

It didn’t matter if I felt real remorse or only faked it—looking apologetic was sure to be a safe choice.

Fruys gave a ‘hmph’ and ignored me.

I pressed my cheek against his neck and lightly rubbed it against his fine and icy scales: “Fruu, I’m sorry. Will you forgive me?”