Became an Evil Dragon

45 – 45. Todman

Nineveh, who came back from meeting the frogs for a short time, seems to have liked Kero quite a bit, laughing all the time, and the frequent ding-kang of late has decreased.

“Yeah, that’s how the demon egg shell is cracked! Then Kero looked up from inside, his golden eyes flashing. I was wearing a piece of broken white eggshell on my head like a hat, and it looked great! By the way, but by the way… hehehehe, do you know who Kero came to first when he just woke up? Guess!”

Gathering the fairies together, Nineve mobilized all of her hand gestures and head movements to narrate the events of the day to the palm-sized audience in front of her eyes.

One of the fairies, who had been listening to Nineve’s story flapping its wings, soared high and shouted.

“Dragon! Of course it must be a dragon! Everyone is nothing but an insignificant thing in front of the red dragon! Even the most stupid and fishy frogs know that! Right?! That’s right!”

The name of that fairy who praised me with her eyes closed was Maya.

Unusually, Maya was the only fairy among many fairies with black hair longer than her own palm height. After seeing me burn and kill a blonde-haired fairy that day, she seemed to have lost her mind. I used to tremble.

like now.

“hehehehe, right?”

Without making eye contact with me, he lowered his head and flattered me with a small voice full of flattery.

Kreur-

I lay down next to the lake in the underground cave and closed my eyes. I only let out a loud breath once, but I didn’t bother to answer directly.

There was no reason why I had to respond to Fairy’s words.

While doing so, a small fuss broke out between the fairies and Nineve for a while. Upon hearing this, Nineveh refuted Maya’s words with puffed cheeks and a disgruntled expression.

“no! no it’s not! Kero came to Nineve first!”

“Hey, really?”

“Really! If you keep doing that, Nineveh will be angry!”

The little fairy, who had her arms folded with her cheeks inflated, turned her head away as if she was very angry when she heard what the fairies said.

The orange-haired fairy Ruri, who was watching this, flew high like Maya and whispered in Nineveh’s ear.

“You said you came to Nineve first, not to the dragon? Nineve is great!”

“right? Hee hee hee hee.”

Ruri sat on Nineveh’s shoulder with her small buttocks. Then, in Nineve’s ears, he starts chattering.

“But what do frogs eat? fish? bug?”

“Nineve saw it! Frogs eat anything!”

“Ooh, whoa… it’s scary.”

Nineve, too, didn’t bother to kick Ruri who was perched on his shoulder, but turned his head slightly to face her and laughed.

Ever since that orange-haired fairy braved fear in front of me and sided with Nineve, Ruri and Nineve seemed to quickly become close.

Nynaeve’s attitude, which used to think of fairies as nothing more than toys that could understand words, has now relaxed a lot. At the same time, the fairies, who rather than respecting Nynaeve, regarded her as nothing more than a fearsome being with a dragon on her back, at some point they voluntarily began playing small pranks on her.

I don’t know if the fairies’ memory is so low that they forget everything that happened that day, or if they are so friendly and adaptable that they can easily adapt to this environment.

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“I will go again next time! You know, dragon! When are we going again? huh?”

Nineve, who rushed to me with Ruri on her shoulder, chattered in front of the dragon lying with her eyes closed. Luri, who talked well with Nineve, lowered her eyes when she reached the dragon.

After opening my closed eyes slightly, I looked at Nineveh. The silver-haired fairy was smiling brightly with blue eyes shining.

“About a week later. I will go again. The original day is that day. If you want to go, I will take you that day.”

“Shall we go! Let’s go – kid! Nineveh, I’m going to see Kero! Cedro will miss Nineveh too! Nineveh, I love frogs! Everyone loved Nineveh!”

Nineve, who had been jumping around me with her dainty short, white legs, mimicking the gait of frogmen, asked as if she had suddenly remembered.

“What do the Meguls like? If I gave Kero some of Nineve’s favorite fruits, would he like it?”

“I don’t know.”

How do I know what Megul likes? For the frogs, I am not in a giving position, but in a receiving position.

Dragons don’t give their servants anything.

“It’s something that frogs will like… Don’t they like well-made spear knives?”

They are combative guys who prefer to kill their prey directly with a weapon in their hand. The frogs did not intend to catch human adventurers as prey, but rather intended to take away their weapons in addition to the purpose of punishment for invading their territory.

As much as Frogmen have a primitive civilization, they have not been able to follow humans in steel smelting, which has a high technical difficulty.

“A spear…a knife?”

At the first words Nineve heard, Nineve stood upright, her mouth wide open, and a dumbfounded expression.

I felt like I couldn’t understand why the hell I liked that stuff.

“A flower ring, not fruit?”

“They wouldn’t even know what it meant if they received that. Oh, I would love gold. Because the guardian of the nest was also wearing a necklace made of shiny things.”

“gold? Oh, no! No Nineveh’s ring! never give up! No matter how Kero is, this is not okay! This is Nineveh!”

shouted Nineve, hiding the gold ring on her thumb as if someone invisible had taken it by force.

“Oh! Nineve! Isn’t there a knife by the hill over there? That white, shiny thing.”

Nineve, who had been shaking her small fist in the air for a long time and was angry, was brought back to her senses by the voice of Ruri sitting on her shoulder.

“knife?”

“huh! If you go out here, it’s there!”

Tilting her head, Nineveh asked Ruri back. Silly Nynaeve didn’t seem to know what the knife was yet, but I had a rough idea of what it was.

That night when the red dragon and the little fairy fell asleep together under the navy blue sky of summer.

It must be the white, shiny sword the Baron brought. Unlike the Baron’s subordinates, who chewed up the entire armor and sword, Baron Kelvin only chewed up the body.

I wasn’t particularly interested in the sword, so I left it alone on the plain. Wouldn’t it have rusted by now?

It even rained once in the middle.

“You can give it to me! Let’s go get it together! Nineve.”

“Wow! I want to! Dragon! I’ll go to Nineve!”

Nineve with Ruri on her shoulders giggled and ran towards the outside of the cave. The fairies who had been standing behind began to fly along with Nineve as a group.

bung bung-

Leading the wing fly army, the little fairy ran to root the ownerless sword on the plain.

…… After a while, Nineve, who had a tearful face, whimpered and returned with a sword.

She cried, saying that the sword was too heavy. She grabbed her arms and legs, which were shaking from the aftereffects of the hard exercise, and buried her head in the dragon’s stomach skin, crying.

Come to think of it, Nineve must have never heard anything heavier than a large fruit or a large tree branch while living on the highlands.

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Sub-adult small Toadmen were clinging to the black shell and cleaning it.

Even though it was a sub-adult, it was already slightly smaller than the Frogmen.

“They say the time when the dragon visits the swamp is when the moon completely disappears. In that case, it would be better to complete all preparations before then.”

The giant snail’s antennae swung back and forth in the air. At first glance, it was a sight that could have been mistaken for the snail being very angry, but the thick skin that had grown up around Arkanda since childhood knew very well that it was nothing more than a habit.

“Bgul, Bgul.”

The thick skin in front of Arkandar cried while breathing vigorously. It was a cry full of confidence that even frogs could handle it all by themselves.

“Carelessness is not good. My child, your skin is thick and tough, but it is not strong enough to withstand all the swords in the world.”

The snail’s eyes turn to the night sky.

The swamp snail let out a long sigh of satisfaction, as if it liked the soft touch of the little toads wiping its black shell.

“When the moon rises, when the grass insects in the swamp stop crying, when the fish stop jumping to the surface.”

“Lead the troops and go.”