Became an Evil Dragon - Chapter 50



50 – 50. Black Magic

“Yong, what does this read?”

A few days ago, Nineve brought the sword of the baron I killed while struggling with the fairies.

At first glance, the sharp edge of the sword Nineve brought to Kero could be seen as a fairly good sword, but the sword that had been left unattended for several days could not be intact.

The dried bloodstains and dirty dirt clung to the exterior.

The appearance of the sword is a mess because it was abandoned on the dirt floor, there is dust everywhere, and the baron, the original owner of the sword, has dried up dirty blood as if he had stabbed someone with it.

It was fortunate that the blade was not rusted.

It’s a gift and you can’t bring it to you unless you’re as shameless as you are, so a warm touch from a person is needed.

So, for a while, Nineve was more interested in cleaning and sharpening her sword with the fairies rather than the dragon crumpet I rode.

The little fairy used to cry when she thoughtlessly and stupidly wiped her sword in the clean water of the underground lake and cut her hand while washing it.

It was really a small cut, enough to bleed a little, but whenever Nineve was hurt, she immediately ran to me with a teary face and whined.

Running to the side of the dragon and sticking out the cut, it constantly whispers with watery eyes.

Then, while the fairies were making a fuss noisily, they plucked herbs that were said to be good for wounds and gave them to Nineveh.

I was worried that Nineveh’s whining might incur the dragon’s wrath.

You don’t really need to worry about that.

Anyway, that was the end of the noisy sword-washing commotion that had lasted for several days.

……. No matter how you look at it, it looks like it’s made of steel, but I’m not sure if it can be washed with water instead of oil.

Anyway, the baron’s black Nineve, which had been cleaned, was wrapped around it, and several stems of flowers were tied to a sword like a corolla, giving it the appearance of a useless, pretty piece of garbage that only exists in one or two bedrooms.

“Yes? Read it~ Yongah~”

Nynaeve asked me a question as she held out a sword decorated with flowers.

On the pommel side of the sword, there were small letters written in unknown languages, but he seemed to be curious about the meaning of the letters.

Nineveh can speak, but cannot read.

Come to think of it, what language is the language Nineveh uses?

“Let’s see, um… Bernhard?”

Read the letters in an unfamiliar language written on the sword. I was able to read the mysterious power of the dragon naturally, even though I didn’t know the language at all.

As soon as you have the will to read, the reading method of the letter, its pronunciation, and even its meaning naturally permeate your head.

“Bettenhardu? what do you mean?”

Nineve asked, tilting her head. The young fairy tried to repeat my words with poor pronunciation, but the pronunciation was a mess, probably because it was an unfamiliar language.

“Bernhard. That means.”

He corrects Nineveh’s pronunciation and recalls the meaning of Bernhard that popped into his head.

“It means strong and brave like a bear.”

“bear? Why is the bear here?”

Nineveh is bewildered by the unexpected meaning.

But there was no way he knew it was me.

Isn’t it the mind of the person who created the name? Just like I gave the young Frogman a familiar name, Kerora.

You can’t blame it on the unfortunate name!

“I don’t know. “I guess the person who made it liked bears.”

“That person is very busy. Dragons are much stronger than bears. If it was Nineve, you would have named it Yongyong, meaning that you are as strong as a dragon.”

Nineveh covered her mouth with her hand and giggled as if she had come up with a funny idea.

Although I didn’t like the sound of adding the word dragon to something like a sword.

“anyway! Let’s go quickly, dragon! I’ll give Bettenhatutu to Kero! I’m sure you’ll be very happy and like Nineveh, right? Hi-Hi.”

“Because it’s Bernhard.”

Today is the day of the moon that does not rise because the moon is completely set.

It was also a day when the frogs performed offering ceremonies, such as a noisy feast in honor of the dragon.

And it was also the day I promised to take Nineve to Cero.

“Is it really okay if I don’t tie it up?”

“are you okay! Nineveh, you’re so strong! I’ll hold you tight and I’ll never let you fall!”

Nineve, who was riding on my back, suddenly fell down and gave a strong hug to the dragon’s back. Then he laughs at what’s good and starts making strange moaning noises.

“hehehe… Dragons, etc. warm.”

Before leaving, the fairies that flew around Nineve, who was lying on the dragon’s back, said hello.

“Nineve, welcome back!”

“Be sure to hear the frog thank you! It’s because the flowers were decorated by the fairies themselves! You will be very embarrassed!”

“But what do frogs eat?”

“You are that voice from the day before yesterday!”

“Long live the dragon!”

“shut up!”

Leaving behind the fairies who started bickering and fighting, they set off cautiously.

Gentle flapping of wings with more caution than usual.

As it soars high, it flies low in fear that the little fairy on its back will fall off due to the strong wind.

“Wow!”

Nineveh exclaimed as her silver hair fluttered.

This is her second flight. Even before she went to sleep, as if she had been looking forward to flying in the sky since yesterday, she whined that the weather would be fine tomorrow.

fly across the sky

The sun was still up in the sky because we left early today.

The warm sunlight and soft wind wrap around the dragon and the little fairy, presenting a pleasant feeling of floating.

It was a pleasant journey.

If you fly carefully and slowly as it is, it will take about an hour to start from the plateau of the mountain range to the swamp.

“Kyaaa-!”

The sound of a little girl laughing behind her back.

Fortunately, it seemed that the little fairy would not have to worry about getting tired of the long flight ahead.

So we flew towards the colony of frogs.

***

Today, the red dragon is coming.

The Swamp Snail Wizard had everything ready.

Troops, tools, strategies.

And ominous powers from magic and demons.

The magic to be used on the dragon will now be activated immediately if Arkandar utters a starter word containing magical power.

“It’s a big opportunity.”

“Bgolb gulb gul.”

Arkandar comforted the Toadmen, who were anxious about the upcoming battle with the terrifying monster.

“You, too, will get what you want. A vast land, endless prey, and pacifiers to play with at will.”

All of the large toad warriors were holding in their hands something that appeared to be a long rope with a hook-like end.

“I will allow you to spread the seeds of your race to the ends of the world.”

Its identity is a magic rope that Arkhandar forged with the blood of a sacrificial lamb.

It was a powerful casting made by twisting the strongest and toughest bog in the swamp one by one with delicate hands and then strengthening it with black magic.

An enchanting magic weapon that does not stop pulling at a target with the hook at the end, unless the magician directly feeds it with blood and comforts it.

However, the powerful Toadman army and the evil rope imbued with magic were not all that Arkhandar had prepared.

The Swamp Snail Wizard, who had met a dragon in person only once in his many years of life, knew very well that toys like this could only buy a little time and not be a fundamental solution.

Warlocks who deal with deals based on price are more calculating than anyone else.

It doesn’t show recklessness and doesn’t attack if it can’t find the odds.

Arkandar read the memories extracted from the frogs and got a clue to victory.

Red Dragon’s weakness.

“The Frogman’s offering ceremony is a primitive form of magic. And the magic generated from that ritual clearly affected the dragon.”

Altars and offerings. And a primitive form of offering magic that sacrifices the death of a victim.

The effect of the ritual, which the frogs exerted without even realizing it, was as simple as primitive magic in general.

The effect is to make the person offering the offering feel a little better.

However, Arkhandar confirmed that the magical power of the offering ritual had an effect on the dragon.

Primitive magic, which would not have worked at all if you had the slightest knowledge or power about magic, affects the dragon.

The frogs’ poor primitive magic strangely worked well for the dragon, and the red dragon must have been ignorant of magic.

The warlock was so confident that he came to one conclusion.

Red dragons cannot handle magic.

The dragon’s true power that people fear does not come from its mighty body and sharp teeth.

The opponent is a half-penny dragon who doesn’t even know how to properly use his own power, the essence of a magical existence.

Although it is difficult, there are chances of victory.