A Dragon Idol's Reincarnation Tale

“GruuuuAAHHH!”

“Okay, I’m feeling the heat here, Sis. This sounds like a rabid beast’s roar.”

Corpses were strewn across the floor as we ran through the tunnel, following them as if they were bread crumbs. Sword wounds covered their bodies, making me believe Larent killed them, which meant we were on the correct path. Not to mention, the constant roaring and the sweltering heat were a bit of a giveaway.

Rajah retreated back into my shadow while I used mana to control the warmth around Neill to room temperature. But, the deeper we went the warmer it got, not to mention how flames were shooting through the tunnel following the wild cry of a man. Neill was quite resistant against flames, but not nearly as much as I was, so I handled protecting us from them so we wouldn’t have to slow down.

“Perish!” Another roar erupted from the depth, followed by another wave of fire.

“Heeraaah!” After I redirected the flames, somebody yelled and the cavern started to shake as if there was an earthquake.

My gut was telling me Larent was fighting against the demonkin the saurians had discovered, the one responsible for all of this. If that were the case, then all these flames brought to mind that wrath demonkin Saori and the others fought in Estralia. It could be somebody else, but if it was that one Saori fought? Then that Warbringer girl had to be around.

The question was, why haven’t I heard a girl’s voice yet? Or thunder? The whole reason why I was panicking inside was ’cause of that level 150 demonkin girl. Larent was level 147, but fighting one versus two would be crazy. Neill and I were level 110 and 99 in our human forms respectively, and while we weren’t as strong as that Warbringer, we could turn the tides in our dragon forms and with [Battle Frenzy].

We had to hurry!

“HuuuraAAAK!” A roar echoed through the cavern’s tunnel as we turned a corner, finally seeing a sweltering chamber with a six-armed person floating in the air. Flames formed his horns, tails, wings, and four of his arms, but most importantly, those arms were carrying an equal amount of elemental weapons.

That’s him!

I recognized that demonkin! He was exactly how Saori described him! That meant that Wabringer had to be around!

“Hraaaaah!” And the moment our group saw him, his weapons bloated up and he descended to the ground, probably to slam his weapon for another fire wave.

Wind Blast! Rocket Boosters! Dragoon Dive!

Without saying another word, a strong gale blasted from behind me as I ignited the scale-dust in my wings, launching me forward fast enough to land right in front of the demonkin’s attack. Without being able to block the attack with my glaive, a tsunami of inferno enveloped my entire vision and body.

“P-Princess!” I heard Larent’s voice just as the blistering heat consumed my entire hearing. All I could hear was the explosive “brueeeeeh!” stream past me. Red, red, red, red, red, all were red… until it turned into black.

… And then, there was no more noise.

“Wh—?!”

I opened my eyes, looking down at the demonkin as she stared at me with bafflement. Looking from the edge of my eyes, I saw my scales perfectly blocking the flame waves from hitting Larent and Neill, redirecting them towards the back of the cave. The stone wall was melting, but it didn’t seem like it would break.

No damage, heh.

“That was a two 100% attacks. How did you sur—”

Hellflame Breath!

Without letting him finish his question, I unleashed a purple flame breath before he could react, blasting him against the wall, shredding him using the landscape. Once I stopped my breath attack, the demonkin coughed and tried to stand up, but was immediately intercepted by Neill, landing two punches and a downward kick on his head, before blowing him into the air with an uppercut.

“Kuuw—AAAAH!” He groaned, only for Larent’s mana blade to land directly on his chest, shattering his flame armor and the one underneath!

Get jumped on, fool! … Not idol-like speech.

“Kuuek! Ah—” And indentation was left in the wall in the form of the demonkin’s body. He pushed himself out, bearing through the large gash on his torso, and began to fly. “Haaa, haha, this is exciting. This is a battle! Emotion Surrrrrrrge! Kuek! Krak!”

But whatever he planned failed. After all, there was a small issue.

Mana Eyes.

Effects: [Excited: 74%] [Anger: 96%] [Fear: 57%] [Torpor (Moderate)] [Poisoned (Minor)]

A wrath demonkin’s strongest point was their emotions, as their demonic powers relied on those three emotions. Klea’Hatma warned us to never let them all reach 100%, as it would give them an incredible power boost, but what if I made them drowsy? Or paralyze them?

If Saori could counter them using my bombs, then what would happen if the creator of those bombs were to fight them? I just needed [Corrosive Fire] to do it, really, and boom. [Emotional Surge], as Saori described, boosted those three emotions randomly, but if they were tired, it would actually be a detriment.

And from the look of it, Neill’s and Larent’s blows dizzied him enough to make him forget to look at his System message. But, at the same time, the guy seemed pretty tanky despite all those attacks he just took.

“Yo, firehead!” Neill shouted as she walked up the wall and jumped off it, aiming a punch at the demonkin, only to have it blocked by his flame shield. At the same time, she used that shield as a platform and twisted her body, slamming her leg right into his shoulder.

“Arrrgh!” he cried out as his left arm dangled from Neill’s kick, probably broken. He recovered and tried to grab my sister with two of his fire arms, but Neill’s scales protected her, giving her the time to retreat.

Only for Larent to take her place, reaching him in the air with [Air Walk]. With a single slash, the mana blade sliced through his two right fire arms, before bashing the demonkin in the head with the blunt side of his blade.

“Keep him alive! I can arrest him safely!” he shouted as our enemy crashed onto the ground. As the dust dissipated, he roared out as his flame arms regenerated.

Wobbly from the sleeping venom, the demonkin grinned fiercely, despite his whole body being riddled with wounds and blood. The spots Neill hit finally started to swell, turning not only dark red but also slightly purple. Neill’s mana probably ravaged his organs and muscles.

“Looks like I’m at my end… but you all cannot make me speak, Aurena’s swines! Guuuraaagh” His four eyes, fangs, and flame armor returned and the general intensity of his fire grew back to what I saw in the beginning, caused by his [Anger] and [Fear] reaching 100% at the same time. Adrenaline was pushing him through my venom. “I will bury all of you underwater!”

He turned his head up to the ceiling. The guy was trying to flood the whole place! We were deep underwater! That pressure would swallow us whole, dragon or humans!

“Stop him!” Larent shouted, shooting out a blade of mana, while Neill rushed forward. Everything should reach him in time to kill him, but if he unleashed any attack, it would still break the cavern!

“For the Edjurl gods!” He clanged his weapons and directed—

“Staring out the window while it rains ♫

No one here to talk, silence is all I have ♫

So I delved into my thoughts and wondered, “What if?”♫”

[Music Resonation (Moderate)] inflicted on [Young Sunfang Dragon, Hestia Atsuko Kargryxmor]

All we needed to do was let me sing.

“The laughing kid stomping loudly upstairs ♫

The damn lovebirds flirting on the streets ♫

Those rich asses living in their golden bubbles♫

I just wish they would all just disappear ♫”

And the blast was shot up, but unlike what I could produce, his flames were only about the size of a human, only sizzling the ceiling. At the same time, his wings, tails, armor, fangs, and second pair of eyes all disappeared, only leaving his four arms behind. His eyes flared up in surprise, only to cry out in pain as Larent’s slashed his back.

“Those are my honest thoughts, something I wish to hide from them ♫

My life is stagnating, nothing I do brings me forth ♫

All I can do is sing, drowning my sorrows while it rains ♫

Every step I take just brings me back, to a rundown apartment room ♫”

“Gaaaaaah!” The pleasant but solemn music accompanied the agony-filled yell, reaching the chorus as he fell onto the ground. All the groaning and steps inside this room were drowned out by my voice.

“Turn away, close my eyes, lock these wishes far away ♫

Not again, not again…or I’ll cry until the end ♫

All of my darkest thoughts ♫

Will serve me as my muse ♫

So, I’ll sing, I’ll sing, I’ll sing, I’ll sing! ♫

As I fade from your thoughts ♫”

“Captured!” Larent announced as he handcuffed the demonkin.

I snapped my fingers, letting [My Darkest Thoughts] keep playing while I walked over. With the song continuing playing and my venom taking effect again, the adrenaline in the demonkin’s body weakened and his fire arms also disappeared. The only features of his demonic heritage left were his flaming horns.

“What in Father’s name was that?” Neill asked, looking at me and the demonkin in disbelief.

“[My Darkest Thoughts]. One of my spell songs, made to counter demonic powers. It doesn’t block them, but it does suppress them to the point the demonkin and their contractors cannot go full power with them. Or, well, stop them from turning the tide, at least.” I smirked, so happy I could use the song again. Back in Estalia, if that Warbringer had fought me, I would have used this song as my trump, just like the demonkin fight in Griffonpeak.

“Whoo, well, no wonder you’re a Champion. You literally have everything you need to fight them.” Neill showed me a thumbs up, embarrassing me a bit.

“Hehe, well, my Job is also there to fight them. Too bad all I could do was poison and sing for him. Couldn’t use my [Holy Demon Slayer] or [Humanity’s Foe Slayer]. Well, we still got him, though.”

[Champion of Aurena] was there to fight demonkins, and it was currently my main Job. I couldn’t use it to its fullest effect today, but it was all good. With Neill and Larent around, supporting them was easy enough with their combined firepower.

“Graak!” I was woken up from my self-flattery by the demonkin’s cries of pain, only to see a pool of blood forming.

“His injuries are worsening. Lady Hestia!” I nodded to Larent’s call, throwing a white fireball at the demonkin to heal up the huge gashes on his chest and back, both caused by Larent. I didn’t heal all his wounds, of course.

Jeez, those are a lot of wounds. On the other hand… Larent is literally unharmed. Some soot on his armor, but that was all.

“Your song isn’t just nullifying his powers, but also his regenerative powers. The fight might not have seemed intense, but he took a lot of my blows,” Larent noted. “After our duel, his flames really didn’t do much to me.”

“‘Course!” I shouted back, gloating over my own powers. As if you could compare this demonkin’s flames to mine, after it literally did no damage to me nor could it break through my scale barrier.

[“Master…”] Rajah called out from my shadow, sounding a bit sad I didn’t let him fight. The fight didn’t last long enough for him to do anything.

But, in any case, the banter was nice, but we had better take care of this demonkin.

“What are those handcuffs?” I asked, somehow recognizing them from back in Firwood. Although, I needed my parallel minds to do some work to remember.

“Anti-Mage cuffs. Made in Aleistunum to prevent mages from escaping prison. I’m pretty sure every country has them, Lady Hestia. Haven’t you seen any soldiers or knights arrest people? This is the only way to stop those able to use mana from escaping.”

Larent explained whenever the cuffs detected a person would use their mana, the cuffs would absorb the amount before expelling them through the air. There were also highly expensive cuffs made to seal off a person’s System usage or mana completely, but those required dungeon core shards to make, so they were reserved for top priority criminals.

Technically, the demonkin should count as one, but Larent, and to a greater extent Yeos, weren’t wealthy enough to afford the more expensive pair and only had the normal ones. As such, all of us had to keep an eye on him, as these cuffs weren’t foolproof and could be broken through sheer strength.

After the explanation, Larent pulled the wobbly guy up. It looked like he was about to fall asleep, but it seemed the adrenaline rush from before was keeping him awake for now. Seeing as we captured him to gain intel, we better start doing it.

“Well, well, well, we meet again.” As we were walking him out of the still sizzling chamber, I began the talk as Larent had to calm his bloodthirst down. “First, you send wyvernslayers to kill me, including this guy, and now you send an actual assassin to assassinate me? Not to mention, trying to plunge a whole city into the sea? I was told by one of your mercs to consider both sides, but you’re really making it hard to like you.”

“… Is that really your first question? My emotions are going down, so you better ask me something important before I go L.E.P— Ouugh!” The demonkin smirked, only for him to groan after Larent punched him in the stomach.

“L.E.P. — low emotional potential. He becomes depressed, in other words. Wrath demonkins are tied to their emotions, sadly. But, he can’t get that low if he feels fear for us,” Larent explained his actions. “But, yes, as she said, long time no see. Well, we’ve never met, but I learned afterward I was hired by an Edjurl follower and their demonkin backers. Not only did you despicable scum kill the Goddess’s blessed, but you tried to make me a blessed slayer as well.”

Aside from the wyvernslayer, Larent was one of the people the Church of Edjurls hired to “scare me out of the city,” as Larent explained before. He didn’t know I was a harmless little girl, thinking one of Estralia’s senators wouldn’t lie about a “dangerous dragon” roaming the city. In other words, he and his party were lied to, and I could see he held a grudge for that.

“… Well, war, right? I know you ‘Auegor’s Blade,’ and it sure was an honor to clash blades against a knight like you. Heard you fought in two of my campaigns, but never got the luck to meet you. Urgh…” Strangely, the demonkin seemed pretty talkative despite being a prisoner, although what he said was kinda redundant. “Subterfuge or not, we are in a war against you humans and Aurena. Call me dishonorable or not, but this is just the way it goes.”

“So, you’re not denying you were trying to sink this city?! We know you’re aiming for Karhalantheel’s seal, and you’re still saying this is just because of the war?! Do you even have any idea how many people are being pulled into this?! That invasion is right in front of the city’s door!” I shouted back, but the demonkin didn’t react much to it, only rolling his eyes.

“War is war. What do you want me to say? I’m a soldier, and I am proud to fight for my homeland, even if you end up executing me for it, Aurena’s dog.” I really wanted to punch him for that snide remark. “If you ask me, an eye for an eye. Those humans you’ve been fighting for haven’t been actually graceful to my people, either. You do know this war is an extinction race, right? Who kills the other side first, wins. Nothing less. This is why this war has been going on and off for nearly 600 years now, ever since the Empire was formed.”

Nearly 600 years?! I knew it had been going on for a long time, but that long?! That’s some Hundred Year War dialed up by 600%!

A side of me really wanted to ask him how a war could last that long, but at the same time, my mind was tunnel visioned on what he was saying. What an absurd thing to say! Eye for an eye? All that will do is continue a cycle of hatred and pain!

“Jeez, cool off, Sis. You’re about to start steaming with that red face…” Neill told me with a frown, looking displeased I was letting him get to me.

“Wouldn’t you be?!”

“Uhm… Sorry if I sound cold, but this whole war thing is really just… Arck, come on, you must have heard it from your mother? Dragons shouldn’t be dragging themselves into this crap! Humans think they can serve the gods better by performing genocide, while the demonkins are idiots for trying to bring their slimy gods to our world.”

“The Edjurl gods treat us well, at least. The Origin Gods have condemned us to this damnation. If the world wages war on us, then how else are we supposed to defend ourselves?” the demonkins snapped at Neill’s comment, causing the latter to glare at him.

“And this is why you demonkins are treated as the enemy. Stop trying to antagonize yourself, you fool. Haaak, whatever, this is not my concern anyways. Hey, Larent, you do the damn interrogation. Leave us out of this.” And without warning, Neill grabbed my arm and pulled me away from the demonkin.

“Woah!” I blurted out in surprise, before standing my ground, resisting. “Neill!”

“Oh, don’t you dare! You already told Renee you won’t join this whole war thing, so FOLLOW THROUGH IT. There is a major difference between your Divine Quest, and the war between Folschreck and Bole’Taria. There is a fine lining, so calm down!” Neill chided me, silencing me at how angry she seemed. “Just saying, but he isn’t being cooperative, trying to hide it by provoking you with everything. It doesn’t matter what he believes this whole war is about. The only thing that matters is that we get the information needed to prevent the city’s downfall. That is our goal, so we can’t have you derail it with your current state of mind.”

I groaned, feeling a bit at a loss for words. It felt like Neill wanted to say even more but kept it to herself, only bringing the important parts to calm me down. Indeed, her scolding hit me hard here. Disregarding how I felt about it morally, she was right that we needed information more than anything else. We still didn’t know enough.

I thought I should participate in this interrogation, but Neill placed some more pressure on my wrist, glaring at me as if she could see right through me. “You’re calm now, but you’re a bit of a hot head. Fire dragon stuff. Leave it to Larent. He’s capable enough to keep that fire demonkin down, and that guy’s bloodthirst isn’t gone yet.”

“Trust me.” I turned to Larent who followed up. “I’m not done yet. Kushlek’zar and I noticed this guy when we saw him sail in with some of those thieves, but he doesn’t seem like a commander-type. There are more, and one of them is the one who killed Arlond. I will get that information.”

“… Right, I know this guy. He’s working with that Warbringer girl. Hmm?” I raised an eyebrow when the demonkin reacted to my statement. “… Where is that little punk, anyways? Now that I think about it, she was working with you the last time we met in Estralia, and I know she seemed to have a soft spot for you considering she valued your life over killing me.”

“… My Master is a free spirit. She has her own goals, as I have my own. We are soldiers.”

“And soldiers listen to orders.” Larent pushed the guy forward. “A warbringer is one of the demonkin army’s top commanders, outside of the princes. If your master isn’t here, then you are going on the orders of a prince.”

With Larent’s cold, emotionless eyes telling me he was ready to extract information from the demonkin at all cost, Neill and I left him to find a place to interrogate him. Instead, Neill suggested we look around for any clues, so I let Rajah out to help us out. He might not be a dog, but he still had a good nose.

“Hmm? Storage room? Food, weapons, armor… nothing else, really. Rations, I guess. So this has to be an army camp, nothing more,” Neill noted after inspecting the first open chamber down the tunnel.

“Yeah, a lot of rooms are empty or just sleeping spaces. Oh, watch for the bodies. Stepping on them feels wrong, enemy or not,” I sighed in disappointment.

Numerous chambers or rooms were just empty or useless to our search, and it continued on until we came close to where we initially started. We could hear the sound of the knights speaking, constantly being spoken over by the loud pleading and curses of people I didn’t recognize, probably the mercs we fought.

As Neill and I were about to give up, Rajah suddenly perked up. [“Master! I smell something tasty!”]

“Huh, Rajah?” I saw my virigress just run off after that remark. “Hey! Work, don’t go around looking for things to eat!”

“That cat can be a real brat. You sure you’ve been training him right?”

“…” I could only look at Neill in shame. I knew how cheeky Rajah could be, even back when I adopted him in Belzac, and seeing as he was still acting up even with me around, it really made me worry what a bad cat owner I was.

Regardless, we followed him to a side room, noticing there was a desk in front, probably used as a makeshift door. Taking it off, Rajah dashed into the small room, completely dark unlike the rest of the place all lit with candles. Neill and I found a desk filled with letters on it, including a mattress. Some clothes were stored in a sack, which made us realize this place belonged to a woman from the underwear.

… Enemy or not, pretty rude to go through a girl’s clothes. Even for us girls.

We placed the stuff back where it belonged and separated. While Neill went to read the letters, I went to see why Rajah was messing with another sack. Were there more clothes in there, and did he smell that? No way would he think dirty girl laundry would be “tasty,” right? … Right?

[“Master! Look. Delicious!”] Rajah called out for me once again, prompting me to open the sack, only to catch a whiff of something sweet as I did so. With my curiosity piqued I looked into the sack, and raised my eyebrow in astonishment. [“Master! Donuts! Your donuts, yes! Also some cake!”]

He was right. I took out a donut from the sack and smelled it, noticing it was cold and felt a bit hard, probably ‘cause it was left out too long. Making sure there wasn’t any poison with [Mana Eyes], I shrugged and gave Rajah the rest of the pastry. He loved them, especially since they were 100% the ones the Sarlenzia company sold.

Hearing him munching like crazy, I bit into the glazed pastry and nodded. 100%, these things were a day old. Well, honestly, it made sense, since we sold them yesterday but wouldn’t today. No way could these mercs get any of them from somewhere else, at least, not in this condition.

Jeez…

It was clear whoever this girl was liked this stuff, considering she stored six donuts and two shortcakes in that sack. Just like the mercs who turned out to be my fans, it felt weird and bad that somebody on the other side of this conflict liked my pasty recipes. It kinda humanized them, making it harder to hate them ‘cause of their bankrupt morality.

At the end of the day, people were people, right? They liked what they liked, regardless of who they were. I couldn’t help but thank them for their patronage in my head.

“Hey, Hestia. Rajah’s nose seemed to have led us to an actual treasure,” Neill suddenly brought up while I was mildly annoyed by this recent revelation.

[“I have! Yay!”] the little guy cheered before returning to his snack. He sure was carefree.

I took the scroll Neill had on her and read it.

“Hmm. ‘This is my order to you. You will lead the plan to destroy Yeostar’s legacy, sinking it into the ground with the grimgarians. Vifi’Yok, you will be the—’ Hold on, Vifi’Yok?” I raised an eyebrow at that weird naming convention, remembering how it resembled Klea’Hatma’s. I shrugged, and kept reading. “Okay, ‘commander for this operation…’ Hold on, ‘commander?!’”

“Yeah, you can see at the bottom it’s signed by ‘Prince of Envy.’ We got the name of the commander. ‘Vifi’Yok,’ and I’m pretty sure this place belongs to her considering everything here.”

‘For the glory of Bole’Taria and the Edjurl Gods, make sure you perform your duty admirably Warbringer Vifi’Yok. With your victory, a major enemy to our home will be eliminated for the foreseeable future, or maybe even forever. Assure the dragon Champion is also eliminated, and that her mother will not be a threat to us.’

…

This was damning. And also really infuriating.

“Hestia…”

“I’m okay… It’s like you said, my first assassin, right? Cool. ‘Eliminate, and make sure her mother will not be a threat.’ Cool. Yeah, after how we let those demonkins get away, it was obvious they would consider me a threat now. We didn’t have a choice but… Wait.”

All of my anger, it all dissipated when I turned my attention to the donut. This room belonged to this Warbringer, but she wasn’t in the base right now. Only her apprentice, that wrath demonkin was here. So, where was she? She had to lead this place, so she had to be here in this city somewhere.

‘I honestly thought that person was trying to help me, I mean, she really loved the donuts I gave her for free…’ Amelia told me yesterday. She was visited by a robed person, who liked donuts. SURELY, this is all just a coincidence, right? Right, this Vifi’Yok could have just had somebody else order it for her… but what if?

Amelia was currently in the city. She had to meet up with the merchant guild for something. Considering the enemy was in the city, they probably knew Amelia was related to me for some reason. It had to be. Why else would a random robed person meet her during the night?

And if they knew who she was, then there had to be people around to check on her. So, those people would know she was in the city. What if they were to also know we attacked their base? What exactly could they use to threaten me at this very moment?

My friends.

… Paranoia? I will not risk it… I WILL NOT RISK IT, AGAIN!

“Never again!”

“Hestia?!” I pushed Neill to the side, charging out of the door. “H-Hey, wait! Where are you going?!”

But I didn’t answer. I had to rush. Activating my rocket boosters, I flew right out of the cavern, unnerving the knights and prisoners as I didn’t have the patience to wait for them to get out of the way. My mind was set to one mode, and it was to protect my friend. I could not allow Amelia to get in danger. I would not repeat the same mistake!

Blasting out of the door, I snapped my head to the sky, noticing how it was raining, even storming a bit. Just the sight of this, causing my chest to tighten up when I remembered what happened during Eshe’s death. It was raining. I was stuck underground. And I just learned one of my friends was in danger.

No more. No more! NOT AGAIN, PLEASE!

And without even asking Aurena for information, I spread my wings and took to the skies, blasting up in the air, trying my best to remember where the merchant guild was. No, even worse, I didn’t know where it was at all! I never went there, not even with Amelia. I left all that stuff to her ‘cause I trusted her! This had to be a fucking joke!

I stared down at the city of Elyonda from above, trying my best to guess where she was, even using my ears, but with the storm and rain, that was just impossible. I was beginning to panic! I had to find her. Even if this was paranoia, I needed to get to her and make sure she was okay. She was a friend. I will not lose another friend.

Merchant district! Right, right, of course!

Logical assumption. Just like in Firwood and Griffonpeak, the merchant guild was in the merchant district. Where exactly, I didn’t know, but that was the best place to look for! So I flew over to the area, staring down at the ground and how desolate it was, only seeing a few homeless people rushing through the rain into an alleyway.

Most of the normal people were at the arena right now, listening to that musical, but this still seemed so stressful. It felt like a ghost city. Then again, the city was preparing for war, so maybe it was better this way.

Dammit, concentrate! Listen!

I perked my ears to the eye, focusing on anything I could find. Anything at all! I had to pierce through the storm and rain, enduring the hard droplets, and find my friend!

“Argh, com’on this damn rain! Why is it raining during a festival?!”

“‘Ey, move it! To the arena, ‘eard they doing something there.”

All Yeosians. I had to continue. I needed to find—

“W-What, no, I can’t!”

Amelia!

That accent. That Artorian accent that resembled something English or European, compared to how Mediterranean Yeosian accents sounded. It was the only one I could hear through all this noise. I darted my head around, once again hearing her voice.

“My friend is waiting for me. I know you mean well, but I can’t go with you!”

“Lady Amelia, please, stand back!”

Locked!

I twisted my body around and flew to the left at high speed, reaching it just as a man finished what he was saying.

“— don’t need to!”

There they are! Four knights and Amelia in the middle… but who is that lone person in front of them?

“Please, we don’t have enough time. There is an invasion of grimgarians coming at this point! East! You need to move east! I can get you out of the country fast, so please, trust me!”

Folschreckian? It sounded like the same accent those Lycerepth agents have. Maybe less thick than Pestrodus’s? That judge had a very thick accent, so honestly it couldn’t be compared.

“H-How do you know that?! It’s supposed to be a secret from everybody! Stay back! Why are you even trying to help me? Who are you?!”

“Dammit, you litt— Urgh, lemma just say that ya needa get outta here! I’m trying to get this debt cleaned!” The girl took a step forward.

“Stay back!” The knights drew their swords.

“Oh, ya really trying me ‘ere?! Stand down! I’m not here to fight! Ya need to escape! Now!” She took another step forward, causing the knight to form a wall between that girl and Amelia. “Oh, for fuck’s sake! This is getting annoying! Dammit, ju— Woah!”

A strong gale appeared out of nowhere, rattling me in the sky and blowing away the hood of the girl, revealing her… face. It was her.

I didn’t need to hear from Yeostar to confirm who it was. It was her. Black hair with red highlights. She didn’t have her horns out, but considering she was a wrath demonkin, it was to be expected.

It was the Warbringer.

“Argh, dammit, this stupid storm! Come on, we nee—”

“KRAAAAAAAAAAAAH!”

“— What?!”

I [Dragoon Dive]d down with my glaive, slamming it right into the ground as she dodged away. She didn’t use her lightning abilities, but she was already this fast?

“Shit!” She reappeared to my left, now further away from Amelia. “Huh? Who da hell are you?!”

“Lady Hestia?!” Amelia cried to me, barely audible through this rain.

“Huh?! This is that Hestia? The donuts?” She stared at me, grimacing from surprise.

“You bitch…”

“What?!”

“If you want to kill me, then come to me! Not my friends! You fucking little slut! How dare you go after my friend!”

Deep breaths. Deep breaths. In and out. Remember, Sloth.

“W-What in da hell is this crap?! Kill who? Who da the hell are you even, you little punk, calling me—”

“KRAAAAAAAH!”

Remember, Gluttony. What is my Gluttony? … What is it?

My roar blasted forth, blowing the demonkin back from the pressure. I took off my party bracelet and placed it and my glaive into my storage as the sound of music began to play.

“Staring out the window while it rains ♫

No one here to talk, silence is all I have ♫

So I delved into my thoughts and wondered, “What if?”♫”

[Music Resonation (Moderate)] inflicted on [Young Sunfang Dragon, Hestia Atsuko Kargryxmor]

“Huh, where is— Urgh, what the fuck! Why am I—?”

To maintain my relationships. To keep them all healthy.

“Kriffiek kllk gaaung!”

[Battle Frenzy (Minor)] inflicted on [Young Sunfang Dragon, Hestia Atsuko Kargryxmor]

[Bearer of Kargryxmor’s Blood] has integrated certain abilities from Titles: [The Light], [Divine Inferno]. Seeking permission for activation… Individual [Young Sunfang Dragon, Hestia Atsuko Kargryxmor] has usurped control over [The Light] and [Divine Inferno]. Permission automatically granted

“Wooah, what—?!” The outburst of mana completely blew away the girl’s hood, revealing her shock at my sudden power boost.

Humanize!

But the surprise wouldn’t end there for the demonkin. With mana mist escaping from my body, I transformed fully into my dragon form, revealing my splendor as I dwarfed my enemy completely.

“… It’s you.”

“KRAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!”

Bring it on.

“… Came out of your hole?”

“Tsk! Feels weird getting rescued by a human…”

Larent and Hee’Rlak stared at the man in front of the chamber’s entrance, slowly walking in with a single dagger in hand. His grey jacket dragged along the ground, looking slightly conspicuous, not to mention the large skull mask with numerous horn-like adornments on it.

He waved his dagger, conjuring up three grey magic circles, which materialized multiple floating grey flames and daggers, all aimed at Larent. Readying himself for a fight, Larent took his own stance in response.

“Did you kill Arlond?”

“7th boss of the Yanderu Eluseuss, Qaltil of the Skull Hive. I will make you join the hivemind, Auegor’s Blade.”

Profile:

Name: Hestia Atsuko Kargryxmor

Level: 19

Race: Young Sunfang Dragon

Age: 1 Year

Main: Champion Of Aurena Level 4/30

Secondary: Ravager Level 15/15

Unique: Locked

Status:

Health: 17231 (+401) Mana: 45413 (+562)

Strength: 9330 (+228) Intelligence: 13241 (+260)

Vitality: 4989 (+121) Wisdom: 6723 (+151)

Agility: 12582 (+182) Stamina: 9431 (+329)

Effects: None

Skill Points: 3550 (-100)

Unique Skill:

[Dreadflame Dragon Lv. 5] (+1) [Hellblade Dragon Lv. 5] (+2)

[Solar Core Lv. 4] (+1) [Venerated Saintess Lv. 4] (+1) [Idol Lv. 4] (+1)

[Volcanic Blaze]

Skill:

Magic skills and related:

[Lightning Magic Lv. 4] [White Flames Lv. 6] (+1)

[Corrosive Fire Lv. 6] [Sacred Magic Lv. 8] (+1) [Terra Magic Lv. 4]

[Wind Magic Lv. 10] [Wind Amp] [Wind Magic Efficiency]

[Storm Magic Lv. 4] [Space-Time Magic Lv. 6]

[Space-Time Magic Efficiency] [True Draconic Lineage]

[Draconic Barrier Lv. 8] [Silent Casting Lv. 10]

[Magic Power Enhancement Lv. 7] [Mental Stability Lv. 9]

[Mental Warfare Lv. 6] [Fluid Cast Lv. 6] (+1)

[Delayed Cast Lv. 5] [Continuous Cast Lv. 5] (+1) [Mana Eyes Lv. 6]

Physical skills and related:

[Unarmed Technique Lv. 8] [Unarmed Mastery Lv. 4]

[Sword Technique Lv. 1] [Spear Technique Lv. 9]

[Spear Mastery Lv. 7]

[Draconic Roar Lv. 6] [All-Damage Enhancement Lv. 1]

Senses and movement skills:

[Silence Lv. 1] [Accuracy Correction Lv. 8]

[Concentration Lv. 8] [Foresight Lv. 3]

[Danger Perception Lv. 10] [Probability Correction Lv. 8]

[Detection Sensor Lv. 3] [Enhanced Olfactory Sense Lv. 6]

[Enhanced Vision Lv. 10] (+1) [Tracking Lv. 5] [Night Vision Lv. 9] (+1)

[Odorless Lv. 1] [Evasion Lv. 10] [Acrobatic Lv. 10]

[Air Walk Lv. 6] (+1) [Terrain Maneuvering Lv. 6]

[Mid-Air Maneuvering Lv. 9] [Aerial Fighter Lv. 6] (+1)

Resistances:

[Physical Super-Resistance Lv. 6] [Absolute Pain Tolerance]

[Mental Corruption Resistance Lv. 10] [Mind Protection Lv. 10]

[Mana Leak Resistance Lv. 10] [Abnormal Status Nullification]

[Fear Resistance Lv. 5] [Lightning Resistance Lv. 6]

[Sacred Resistance Lv. 6] (+1) [Storm Resistance Lv. 5]

[Water Resistance Lv. 6] (+1) [Dark Resistance Lv. 4]

Stat growths and related:

[Speed of Sound Lv. 5]

Others:

[Stage Fever Lv. 6] [Handicraft Lv. 6] [Woodworking Lv. 7]

[Stonecrafting Lv. 1] [Trap Creation Lv. 10] [Instruction Lv. 2]

[Identity Blocker Lv. 10] [Tranquil Mind Lv. 1] [Cooking Lv. 9]

[Benevolent Aura Lv. 3] [Draconic Aura Lv. 4] [Royal Presence Lv. 5] (+1)

[Scale Manipulation Lv. 2] (New) [Territory Release Lv. 1] (New)

[Dismantle Lv. 9] [Gluttonous] [Thought Acceleration Lv. 4]

[High-Speed Calculation Lv. 2] [Multi-Thought Processing Lv. 4] (+1)

[Parallel Thoughts Lv. 10] [Core Regulation]

[Humanize Lv. 10] [Telepathy] [Aerokinesis]

Job:

[Holy Demon Slayer] [Humanity’s Foe Slayer]

[Demonic Influence Resistance Lv. 5] [Light Element Enhancement]

[All-Damage Enhancement Lv. 3]

Ability List:

Dragon:

[Dreadflare Aura] [Hellblade Edge] [Scale-Dust Veil] [Hellflame Breath]

[Solar Beam] [Magmakammer]

Spear:

[Spiral] [Spark Crescent]

Unarmed:

[Dragoon Jump] [Gale Steps] [Dragoon Dive]

Spell List:

Custom Magic:

[Symphonie des Feuergottes] [Prayer] [Sanctified Blaze]

[Sanctified Blaze: Halo of Consecration] [Ignite] [Panzer] [Unheilge Engel]

[Scorching Sun]

Custom Spell Song:

[The Will to Fight and Survive] [Dragon Fire] [My Darkest Thoughts]

[The Heir of Hope]

Lightning Magic:

[Lightning Bolt] [Purple Flash] [Levin Core] [Overload]

Holy Magic:

[Sacred Smite] [Sacred Veil] [Sacred Field] [Banishment Beam]

[Major Heal] [Omnictus] [Gloria Ascendence] [Heaven’s Sword]

Earth Magic

[Terra Wall] [Bedrock Blades] [Rumbling Might] [Ruinous Rockfall]

Wind Magic:

[Wind Bullet] [Wind Cutter] [Air Shield] [Wind Slash]

[Swift Winds] [Wind Blast] [Featherfall] [Aerial Blitz]

[Tornado Bullet] [Sylphid’s Cloak] [Tailwind] [Cyclone Madness]

Space-Time Magic:

[Haste] [Storage Magic] [Warp Point: Entry] [Warp Point: Exit] [Room]

The Light Magic:

[Shine] [Sanctuary] [Miraculous Grace]

Titles:

[The Light] [Bearer of Kargryxmor’s Blood] [Divine Inferno]

[Otherworldly Reincarnator] [Princess]

A note from AbyssRaven

Here we go, the grand reunion! Angry red dragon girl versus angry red demon girl … Hmm.

It’s an old song but it’s been a while since she played it. ”Dry Flowers” from Yuuri. Rawr

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Wednesday, October 26, 2022 10:07:40 PM Germany [Member of Zard Skwad] Bio: Hey there, AbyssRaven here. I’m just an avid Light Novel and Fantasy story reader who randomly thought of a story and began writing about it.

I eventually found out that I’ve been spending a bit too much time with building, planning, and researching for the story, that I’ve decided to just share it with others.

Writing is mostly a hobby for me, but I would still love any kind of criticism to improve on it.

I’m also german, so please excuse anything that sounds a bit weird...I wouldn’t mind you pointing it out though.

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