Intruder, eliminate.
Whoosh.
As expected, entering a dragon’s lair wasn’t easy.
Guardians, like golems, were blocking the entrance, as was typical for dragons, masters of magic. But,
Crash!
"Let's go."
Latis easily swept aside the obstacles and entered the lair.
‘That golem looks like it’s made of adamantium...’
To cut through a golem built to resist magic with a single slash of a sword, one needed considerable strength.
Burner, watching the devastating scene in awe, quickly followed Latis.
As they moved forward, Burner was deep in thought.
What if Latis tried to kill a dragon?
The protagonist of the story was Latis, the Dragon Slayer.
Since he had entered this story to learn from her, he couldn’t stop her.
But then, would he just watch as she killed one of his own kind?
As a proud dragon, that was not easy to accept.
‘What should I do?’
Young Burner, torn between his allegiance to his kind and his admiration for the Dragon Slayer, fell into internal conflict.
anwhile, Latis continued to move forward, effortlessly bypassing several traps and security asures that attempted to block her path.
She breached all of them and finally reached the innermost part of the lair.
Where the dragon, the lair’s owner, resided.
Burner stood face to face with the dragon Latis had been seeking.
“Grrr…”
The green dragon, once beautiful with its gleaming scales and sharp features, now radiated a sinister presence.
But Burner couldn’t detect any sign of reasoning in the dragon’s eyes.
Its once fresh green scales were now dulled, tinged with a murky light.
It was as if sothing had consud it.
“So it’s true…”
Latis readied her sword, infused with the power of her great blade, and aid it at the green dragon.
The dragon, now a mindless beast, growled and lunged at Latis with a twisted face.
‘…What is this?’
Burner had never ventured out on his own without parental protection, but he had t other dragons in the past. Among them were green dragons, known for their wisdom.
‘This can’t be called a dragon…!’
He had never seen a dragon so completely devoid of reason.
This wasn’t a dragon—it was more like a monster.
‘Can sothing like this even be called a dragon?’
Wait.
Could it be that the dragon he had mistaken for his mother was also in such a state?
When he first entered the story, he hadn’t been able to properly observe the dragon. But now...
“...I’ll put you to rest quickly.”
Latis leaped high, wielding her sword.
She dodged the green dragon’s attack and closed the distance, swinging her blade.
Her attack, powerful as it was, couldn’t break through the dragon’s natural resistance to magic and its imnse durability.
It only left a small wound.
The green dragon roared and swiped its claws at Latis.
Latis swiftly dodged the attack and charged again.
It was a fierce battle.
Latis, though among the strongest of humans, was facing a dragon, an inherently powerful being born with unique blessings that made it no easy opponent, even without its intellect.
More troubling was the strange aura consuming the dragon.
This mysterious energy was enhancing its physical abilities to an alarming degree.
“HAAH!”
Latis, dodging the dragon’s claws, drove her sword into its weak spot near the neck.
But—
Boom!
She was struck by the green dragon’s tail before she could escape, slamming into the wall with trendous force.
“GROOOAR!”
The green dragon roared furiously, charging at Latis.
Latis, still stuck to the wall, struggled to get up.
Her armor seed intact, but the impact had clearly taken its toll on her.
“…Damn.”
Burner had to make a choice.
Latis or his kind.
Ti was running out.
“GROOOAR!”
The green dragon opened its massive jaws, preparing to swallow Latis whole.
“Power of the Ring of the Underworld!”
Lava suddenly erupted from Burner’s body, blocking the dragon’s path.
He had invoked the power of [Perlerina], the Demon King.
The molten lava rushed into the green dragon’s mouth.
Even a dragon of imnse endurance couldn’t withstand this.
The green dragon, writhing in agony, eventually collapsed, unconscious.
“...Little one.”
Latis, witnessing the scene, staggered to her feet.
“That power? …No, I suppose it’s normal for a dragon to wield such power.”
Burner’s worry about whether Latis would question the source of his strength evaporated as she approached the fallen dragon.
She placed her sword on the green dragon’s neck.
“Thank you. Now rest in peace, Luft.”
It felt less like a killing blow and more like a solemn ritual.
A ceremony to honor a fallen one, one who could never return.
Latis’s voice, filled with sadness, sounded like she was saying goodbye to a friend—or perhaps, a dragon she had once known.
***
That night, after leaving the dragon's lair, Latis set up a tent as usual and lit a fire in front of it to prepare camp.
Her sweaty face, as she removed her helt and set it aside, showed the weariness of the journey.
Burner sat quietly on her lap.
"Thanks, little one."
Latis, who had been staring absentmindedly at the burning logs for a while, finally spoke.
"If it weren’t for you, things could have been much worse."
Even if she had been eaten by Luft, she probably could have co back out. But she wasn’t sure she could have brought herself to rip Luft's belly open.
Burner, still nestled in her arms, looked up at her face.
She looked sowhat sorrowful.
"Pwee? Pweeang?"
What was her relationship with that dragon?
What had happened to the dragon, and why did she kill dragons?
Latis spoke again, answering so of Burner’s questions.
“I was abandoned by my parents. I was a weak little girl, lost and alone.”
She shared a story from her childhood.
Her parents couldn’t feed all their children, so her father took her into a forest where monsters, including man-eating creatures, road. But one day, he disappeared.
She wandered the forest crying, until she encountered a red dragon. That dragon took her in and raised her alongside other dragons.
‘Dragons raised a human child?’
Burner found this hard to believe, even with his limited experience.
“Flam told that there’s dragon blood in my veins. I think one of my ancestors might have been a dragon who ca from the playful side of things. That’s why, despite initially trying to drive away, the dragons later grew fond of .”
Latis’s eyes had beco moist.
"Luft taught swordsmanship and magic. Hrus made an artifact to protect from injury while playing with the dragons. Erde trained so I wouldn’t die in this cruel world. They were all... such wonderful dragons..."
Burner now understood the nature of Latis’s violet sword armor.
“Black Dragon Beidos. Before the curse of the legendary dragon from the distant mythic age claid him.”
And the reason why this story was part of the Twelve Gods saga.
***
“Ah, Director! How have you been?”
A kind-faced woman sat in the seat before .
“Of course, Saint.”
It was hard to believe that she was the one who had killed all those dragons.
Who would think she was the [Dragon Slayer]?
The hero who sealed away the Black Dragon Beidos.
“Actually, I called you here to add a few details about your character for this story.”
“Oh, it’s enough that you’re creating stories for and my dear. There’s no need to worry about such things.”
Although she was a divinity now, her face was incredibly beautiful, yet her actions were as familiar as a neighborly aunt.
Because of this, I couldn’t simply insert her as she was into the ga.
There might be players who are into this kind of female character, but...
It’s far from the mainstream tastes.
So, it couldn’t be helped.
A cute girl in armor was definitely more fitting than an overly maternal transformation.
Of course, if players fell too hard for the reimagined character and ended up taking the red pill, it would be a disaster...
But, since players would never et the real her, it should be fine.
After all, who would ever et the real-life [Dragon Slayer] from the ga?
Reviews
All reviews (0)