Chapter 70
The dragons traveling toward the Elven Kingdom, accompanied by Seraphim and the goddess Isiris.
They were hastening their pace even more than when they had first arrived here, but they inevitably had to take a rest along the way.
Even Elder-class dragons like Aten and Ar were, after all, living beings.
Flying nonstop for tens of kilometres a day, they couldn’t help but feel fatigue.
Moreover, the fully grown dragons accompanying them were almost on the verge of exhaustion, necessitating a moment to catch their breath.
As the sun set,
The dragons paused by the valley, drinking water and attempting to rest.
In the ensuing quiet, Ar slowly scanned the surroundings, prepared for any eventuality.
Even after days of flight and entering the territory of the Elven Kingdom, there didn’t seem to be any significant anomalies yet.
Of course, the cities and towns they would encounter later might be in dire straits, but for now, there was an odd sense of tranquillity in the area.
At that moment.
[You’ve been through a lot.]
# Ah! Seraphim!
Ar, now familiar with the voice, immediately turned her head in that direction.
As expected, it was him…
Seraphim was looking at her.
Seeing him clearly under the moonlight, a natural smile spread across Ar’s lips.
For the past few days, she had been attending to him on her half-sister’s orders.
Initially, it had been a matter that made her anxious and uneasy in many ways.
However, through the process of serving him up close, Ar came to realize.
Seraphim, with his rather unusual appearance.
Despite his looks, this being, Seraphim, was a better person than she had expected.
The grace and dignity that naturally exuded from his daily actions.
And despite his relatively high status, he treated her, clearly a subordinate, with respect and consideration.
His demeanour as a ruler, coupled with his occasionally simple and down-to-earth demeanour, provided deep comfort to Ar, who had endured much heartache throughout her journey.
Now, being alone with such a presence for a while, she felt an undeniable sense of joy in her heart as she slowly looked around the area with him.
[I expected it, but it’s truly the forest of the elves. It’s been quite some time since I’ve seen a place this lush and verdant.]
# Both elves and we dragons prefer mountains and forests. Even now, many dragons live quietly in the deep forests, as long as they aren’t caught up in the aftermath of war…
[Indeed… In that sense, it’s somewhat similar to monsters, isn’t it?]
# Well… it’s not entirely inaccurate. In fact, there are quite a few dragons who have been slain by humans or elves due to their excessive tyranny. It has caused problems at times.
[There are always troublemakers wherever you go. In that regard, Ar, you seem to be more refined than the dragons I’ve known.]
# Ah…no, it’s not like that… I’m just… average…
Ar felt flustered at the unexpected compliment.
However, the way Seraphim spoke warmly to her brought a quiet joy to her heart.
‘Even my father never looked at me this way… Perhaps it’s because he’s an angel? Or maybe…’
Though she suddenly felt a renewed awareness of what kind of being Seraphim was, she couldn’t help but entertain other thoughts as well.
Of course, it was too early to jump to conclusions, and the former was more likely, but it was still worth considering.
And if that were the case, it wouldn’t be bad for her… No, rather, it seemed like a good thing.
With these thoughts, Ar blushed slightly and smiled softly.
At that moment…
{Master!}
A being flew toward them, her voice tinged with urgency.
The goddess Isiris.
With red hair and a human form, she immediately approached Seraphim, attaching herself to his side.
{How could you wander off alone? Both Sister Isera and Arc Royle repeatedly emphasized that you must always be accompanied by a guard.}
[Isn’t there a guard right here? Ar is an Elder Dragon. She should be able to fulfil her role just fine.]
{This is not sufficient. We are deep within enemy territory. Should we be attacked, it may be too much for just one dragon to handle.}
Isiris spoke with a slightly sharp tone, not even glancing at Ar.
At that moment, Ar felt an inexplicable surge of irritation that was difficult to suppress, unlike her usual self.
# …I’m sorry, but I cannot agree with that statement.
{…What?}
Ar, who had usually kept her feelings bottled up and moved past many things.
However, even though she had endured countless insults from Aten, for some reason, she couldn’t let this light provocation slide.
# As Seraphim said, I may appear as I do, but I am still an Elder Dragon. I am one of the highest-ranking dragons who fought on equal footing against the gods in the past. If you underestimate me, you will regret it.
{…}
Ar spoke with a firm tone, her voice slightly sharp.
In the momentarily colder atmosphere, Ar maintained her steady gaze on Isiris, even though she thought her reaction might have been excessive.
She still couldn’t understand why she was feeling this way…
But for some reason, she felt an overwhelming urge not to back down in this situation.
At that moment…
{…Ha… haha. Well… you’ve got more guts than I thought?}
With a light laugh, the goddess Isiris smiled.
Then, looking at Ar, she spoke in a more serious tone.
{I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to insult your kind or anything. If I hurt your feelings, I hope you can forgive me.}
#… No, I think I overreacted a bit as well. My apologies.
Surprisingly, the goddess Isiris lowered her head sincerely.
Ar had heard that she had a rather sharp personality, but seeing her brush off a potentially anger-inducing incident with such a hearty manner made Ar feel both surprise and a bit of relief.
[Well then… let’s end the small talk and return, our rest time is almost over.]
{Yes, Master.}
# Understood, Seraphim.
With that, Ar began to follow behind Seraphim.
As she moved, she pondered over the heightened emotions she had just felt, and the strange feelings that persisted as she watched his back. She flapped her wings more demurely.
Meanwhile.
Watching the dragon, Isiris’s lips curled into a gentle smile.
‘She’s quite likable. Perhaps, like Arc Royle, we could become close…’
***
City of Anphartos.
In this city, home to one of the largest temples in the Elven Kingdom,
a middle-aged elf warrior who had led the last remaining forces defending the city shouted in despair and agony.
“You filthy demon!! I will never… never forgive you!”
His face, covered in wounds, was etched with deep rage.
Around him lay the bodies of many subordinates and comrades.
Looking at the heinous and overwhelmingly powerful being who had taken their lives,
Oedipus, the elf warrior, poured the last of his strength into his sword, infusing it with magic.
The demon, a silver-haired woman with black wings, merely watched him with an expressionless face.
Covered in blood, her red eyes gleamed as she faced him.
With all his remaining power, the elf warrior swung his sword with everything he had.
“Die! You vile h—”
—Crackle!!!
But.
Before his anger could even manifest, the elf warrior’s upper body was blown away without a trace.
His charred remains still sparked with the remnants of crimson lightning.
Seeing this, the demon who had ended his life with a single strike lowered her hand slowly, her expression still emotionless.
= Approximately 18 minutes. It seems satisfactory. It should be sufficient as a performance test.
// Thank you, Master.
The demon spoke in a flat tone.
At this moment, despite the sight of around 500 elves and three fully-grown dragons lying dead before her,
she showed no interest whatsoever. She simply paid her respects mechanically to her master, Mephistos.
= You’ve done well. I’ll go and make the report now, so handle the rest yourself.
// Understood.
After seeing off Mephistos, the female demon slowly turned her gaze.
She then began walking towards the city ahead of her.
With dark red lightning sparking from her entire body, she took step after step forward.
Soon, a massive statue came into view before her.
The statue, situated at the centre of a temple dedicated to dragons, depicted the Dragon King, Zaus.
As she gazed upon the figure of the Dragon King,
the demon slowly reached out her hand.
// How utterly… pathetic. To think you’ve been playing such meaningless games…
—Boom!!!
With those words, the statue shattered into pieces.
The statue that had once inspired awe in so many was reduced to rubble in an instant.
With a detached expression, the demon continued her march forward.
On that day, the city of Anphartos, once famous for its grand statue of Zaus, vanished completely from the map.
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