Dragons on leashes (2)
It was a dirty and shady alley.
An alley where every time you take a step forward, your toes get caught in trash.
However, there was an urgency that could not be hidden in the eyes of those running through the alley.
“quietly! “They’re nearby!”
In response to the men’s harsh warnings, suppressed groans began to come out of people’s mouths again.
Old men, women and even children.
Now they had to leave the familiar alley again, but in the face of the Dragon Slayer Knights, even the slightest regret was a luxury.
“You were here.”
However, despite their best efforts, there was a man who was blocking the alley.
The man with the Dragullia symbol engraved on his breastplate was nodding his head as he looked at the Ruga refugees in front of him.
“You look like a cat, but you act like a rat.”
Behind the man who was laughing, smoke was just beginning to rise.
Smoke containing the acrid scent of cigarettes was gradually covering the alleys, but it seemed that it could not block the view of the driver who had just emerged.
“Anyway, the beastmen give birth to babies like this even if you take your eyes off them for just a moment.”
The beastman children were frozen and unable to move under the knight’s gaze, which was as dazzling as a blade.
They seemed to be overwhelmed by those cold eyes that did not see them as fellow human beings.
“……hmm?”
The behavior of the Luga men, who drew their swords as if they were trying to stop him, was funny.
However, the knight of the Dragon Slayer Knights could not help but laugh at their shabby appearance.
“Who are you?”
It was definitely a presence that I couldn’t feel until just a moment ago, but now I felt eyes on my back.
And that gaze was becoming more and more intense along with the sound of footsteps.
“He’s a rude guy.”
“…!”
It was red hair.
What is the color of the man looking at himself from the rising smoke?
Even in the hazy scenery, he exuded a strong presence and was a man everyone knew well.
“Isn’t it basic to say your own name before asking someone else’s name?”
The man’s face was filled with confusion at seeing a familiar face in a completely unfamiliar place.
That was because the Radu Dragulia he knew had to be an old man who had already lost all his vitality and was dying.
“La Radu Dragulia?”
“Seeing as they recognize me, I guess they belong to the Dragon Slayer Knights.”
Radu was moving, stepping on the smoke pouring through the alley.
Toward the knight who doesn’t know what to do in front of him.
For some reason, I couldn’t see the slightest sign of weakness in Radu’s appearance as he got closer and closer.
“But if you had recognized me, you should have run away a long time ago.”
Quad deuk-!
“Ugh!”
In fact, it was much more vicious than when I saw it before.
The knight was very nervous about the momentum, but the eerie feeling that penetrated his heart was literally the blink of an eye.
It was a speed that the Radu he knew could never have achieved, but before he knew it, his blue eyes were right in front of him.
“Off……”
“I’m Radu Dragulia.”
Radu’s expression was pale as he laughed heartily as if he was mocking his prey.
However, the protruding fangs remained red, as if they had just swallowed blood.
“Let me see.”
“Keuuuuk!”
Radu raised the sword that pierced the knight high.
The movements of the man struggling without even being able to breathe were pathetic, but Radu just smiled and calmly admired the blood flowing out.
“…I’m not particularly impressed when I look at other bloods now.”
With his eyes shining brighter than ever.
Sigh-!
Radu split the article in half with a sad look in his eyes and walked back into the alley filled with pale smoke as if nothing had happened.
Radu’s cruel appearance, treating violence with greater violence, was truly the image of the dragon that Dragulia demanded.
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“…….”
Mirshea was quietly glaring at the dead Luga man.
To be precise, I was looking at the strange pattern he had been trying to draw on the wall until the very end.
“It’s magic.”
A Luga man who did not let go of the chalk he was holding until the moment he died.
As soon as he drew the pattern on the wall, pale smoke began to billow from the alley where Mirshea was.
Mirshea could not help but frown at the smoke, which was as acrid as the smoke produced by burning a cigarette.
“…He’s also quite a noble wizard.”
Mirshea turned her head and stuck her tongue out at the changed scenery.
The sight of the alley writhing ceaselessly even in this brief moment of blinking.
Every time someone blew out a cigarette in the room or exhaled the smoke that had filled their lungs, the scenery in front of me was fading.
Wow!
You b*stard! who are you!
The voices coming from everywhere were familiar.
The echo of those screams that seemed to come from right next to me, but whose distance I could not guess, stimulated Mirshea’s nerves and soon began to disappear.
“You’ve grown quite a bit. “It’s great.”
Mirshea, who was standing still and assessing the situation, nodded as if she guessed who had stopped the screams.
The mystery of the Luga family was certainly great, but it was not enough to distinguish between the knights under his direct command.
In this miserable alley, he was the only swordsman who would swing the sword for the Luga family.
“okay. “I thought it was you.”
As if Mirshea’s guess was correct, a pale human spirit began to stir from a distant alley.
The man who walked out through the fog had blond hair and blue eyes, just like Mirshea.
“How many people did you cut?”
“About six people.”
Even though he was saying that he had cut down his own men, Mirshea just looked satisfied.
As expected, if you have the same bloodline as me, you should know how to rank among the empire’s elite knights.
“What should I do with the rest?”
“Radu will take care of it.”
Vlad, who carelessly swung away the blood drops still forming on his sword, looked at Mirshea and said.
“I fed it some blood and it seemed useful.”
“……under.”
Mirshea let out a short sigh as if he was dumbfounded by Vlad’s words that he shared his blood with Radu.
“I’m sure you realize you’re a dragon now, right?”
Perfection passed down through blood was like an instinct that all dragons had no choice but to cling to.
Since they were born to pursue perfection in the first place, it was natural for them to not share their potential.
However, Vlad’s answer was not what Mirshea expected.
“I don’t want to live while sucking other people’s blood.”
Gradually, before I knew
it, the surrounding dirt began to be pushed out around the stepping foot that I had applied so much force to.
At the same time, a golden line was flowing from Vlad’s closed left eye.
The line that spread like paint was still staying by Vlad’s side without falling to the ground.
“I don’t want to live like you guys.”
Vlad was speaking above the fog-filled clearing.
I will not live the way my inherited blood wants.
Vlad was now preparing for a single blow, as if he was going to cut off the leash that had been put on him in the name of instinct.
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Kwaaaaang-!
A huge sound that no one could have guessed was echoing throughout the city of Namarka.
This sound, which even the painstakingly created barrier could not contain, was so loud that everyone in the city could hear it.
“……this.”
The godmother of the Luga family, who had been keeping a secret in the room everyone had left, could not hide her surprised expression as she looked at the severely bent cigarette pipe.
Although it was a tool that the godmothers of the Luga family had used throughout their lives for generations, it was unable to handle the shock that was just coming.
“It is indeed the most perfect dragon.”
And the noblest knight.
Just one of the two would have been surprising to the world, but Vlad had them all, and the godmother of the Luga family was almost delirious with his potential.
Kaaaaang-!
“What will happen this time? what.”
He said it was a possibility because anything could happen.
And the culmination of that possibility was the most perfect dragon.
However, the most perfect dragon of the last era defied all the possibilities in the world just to fly alone, and most races, including the beastmen, are still unable to recover from the wounds of that time.
“I hope your decision is right. “Noble knight.”
With those words, the godmother of the Luga family, who hesitated for a moment, shook off the ashes from the cigarette holder with trembling hands.
Vlad’s squirming, which he could not hide no matter how hard he tried, had already grown to the point where even the oldest dragon in the distance could recognize it.
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Quaggagagagak-!
The sound of buildings collapsing was loud.
It was a scream coming from the back alleys of Namarka, which were chaotic because there was no order.
“You’ve grown a lot!”
Although she was praising the other person, Mirshea’s expression now seemed to have no trace of her usual composure.
This was because he was too fast to dodge and ended up receiving Vlad’s blow, which was too heavy to throw away.
“Now we don’t have to have Rutger!”
In Bastopol, the city of steelworkers, Vlad worked under Mircea.
Only when he was with Rutger was he at a level that could compete with him, but now Vlad seemed to have reached a completely different level than then.
Quaaaaang-!
Due to Vlad’s vicious sword, Mirshea was once again pushed away, destroying buildings.
However, even in the thick stone dust created by the collapsing buildings, the golden solid line that Vlad made was clear, and it was attracting Mirshea’s attention like a halo of light hanging on the horizon.
“Why do you talk so much during a fight?”
“That’s because I’m proud of you.”
“It’s a shame to be proud.”
However, the light that was trying to emerge through Vlad’s world somehow seemed dull today, as if it was emerging from a thick fog.
“Isn’t it made to eat me anyway?”
Although he was trying not to show it, Vlad’s voice contained an inevitable resentment towards the Dragon Blood Prince.
“Hearing the secret of my birth from someone else’s mouth couldn’t have been such a bad thing.”
The swords that met each other began to become as heavy as the anger that Vlad harbored.
Mirshea had no choice but to keep quiet as the balance of power began to tilt.
“…I just felt sorry for my mom. “For giving birth to me who doesn’t need to be.”
Since I was born as the child of a prostitute, I did not have any particular expectations of a father.
Still, I just thought that if I ever see my father again in the future, I might at least give him a drink.
However, the truth that he encountered through Radu completely destroyed even a single ray of the expectations that Vlad had up until now.
“I hate you guys. Dragullia. “To the point where I really want to kill myself.”
Dragon seeds sown in the north. Vlad.
The only reason a person like me was born was to be eaten by someone.
Hum, hum,
the sword was crying.
A dragon slayer sword that understood the anger and sadness of its owner.
I was screaming to blondes and blue eyes that I wasn’t born to live like that.
