Oh no! After I Reincarnated, My Moms Became Son-cons! Book 14: Chapter 44

I saw the prophet again in the lighthouse. I told him my whole story. There was a night each month where the moon was full. This full-moon night wasnt my most painful one. To the contrary, not only did I not feel my mana receive a boost, I actually felt empty as well as a sharp pain. The pain wasnt as a consequence of mana damaging my body but all of my organs crying for mana due to the lack thereof. However, I truly had no mana left.

I emptied out my mana stores as soon as I reached the border of the northwest. All I had left was that miniscule amount of blood from Ling Yue. I didnt think Id last more than two days. My ti spent conscious continuously shortened, and I felt weaker and weaker. Other people went to the West to slay dragons, coming with their best equipnt and strongest warriors. I, on the other hand, would better off be described as going there to seek death as opposed to life.

The prophet didnt provide with any information at the lighthouse. Instead, he learnt about from my visit. He learnt about my story in the elven lands, the human lands, the desert and the North. When I was retelling my stories, I fell into deep thought. I felt a little lost. I questioned if the man in my story was really . I wondered if I was the one who led the imperial guards and ran around in Hilles City? It hadnt been long, but it still felt distant to . Perhaps it was because too much happened and too long ago. I think those mories were so old that I felt lost, and they felt distant to .

After reflecting on my mories, I was a great individual, in my opinion. At least, I went through a lot and resolved just as much. I might not have resolved everything perfectly, but I couldnt return to the past to do it over again.

I think the prophet mightve wanted to allow to enter the desert without any qualms. After all, it was my story that belonged exclusively to . If I died there, thered be sobody to tell my story. I had to admit the prophet was interesting. He didnt look into my future again; instead, he looked into my past. Of course, it mightve been because he could no longer see into the future.

I had been to a desert before. I t Nara there; however, that desert wasnt remotely frightening compared to this one. The desert there was just a little hot, but the blue sky and bright sun were still visible. The sand was on the ground, as well. At night, one could see the starry sky. To , that felt as though it was my blissful honeymoon with Luna. In this desert, however, it was substantially more dangerous and frightening. You couldnt see the sun. All that was in sight was sand dancing in the air as if there was a tornado rampaging in the centre of the desert.

The sand wildly attacked my face. Soon enough, it hurt comparably to being cut with knives. The sound of the whistling wind echoed in my ears. At other places, you would be able to see signs that a sandstorm was ending. Here, though, there was no such thing. The tornado here seed as though it was going to rampage until the world ended. Actually, perhaps the world had ended for the desert already.

The White Deer King stopped. Worn out, I slowly sat up and looked around at the dim yellow world. I caressed the White Deer Kings neck. Bewildered, I weakly asked, Whats wrong, White Deer King? Did sothing happen?

The White Deer King shook her head. She was unwilling to continue forward. With a helpless smile, I asked, Whats wrong? You scared? Can you sense the dragon?

The White Deer King started to show aggravation. She stamped the ground. That was a gesture she displayed when she was annoyed. I could see anger and a sense of being misunderstood in her eyes. Her eyes were on the pouch I had hanging next to . She hastened with her gaze. I then understood what she ant.

The White Deer King was telling to hurry up and drink the last bit of blood. The White Deer King probably sensed sothing wrong about this place. My mana was virtually completely depleted, so my senses were also impacted.

There wasnt mana here in the zone. It was close to the elven lands, yet it lacked any trace of mana. Elves needed to rely on their own mana supplies when in places where mana was lacking. I didnt have any mana in , however. I could easily fall into the sa perilous state Luna went through in the desert and pass out as a consequence. Unlike then, there was nobody to take care of . The White Deer King was worried about , but she was just a deer at the end of the day.

Indeed, I needed mana. I didnt know how long I had to stay in the desert, and I had no idea if there really was a dragon there. I, therefore, had to drink Ling Yues blood. There was no other choice. I would die in the desert, otherwise. I picked up the small bottle. The blood didnt condensate, since Mommy Vyvyan used ti freeze magic on the bottle. I opened it and shook the bottle. I could survive another day or two if I drank it. I already did what I could. The rest depended on my luck. I believed in miracles.

The taste of blood dispersed in my mouth. In the past, Id puke at the stifling sll, but it felt very soothing that ti. The blood entered my body and instantly revived , a sensation comparable to water flowing through a dry field to moisten it. In just a single instant, all of my physical problems were resolved. My strength returned to . If I continued drinking blood, Id beco a vampire, because the feeling was far too soothing.

I tossed the bottle aside. Just as I was able to continue forward, though, I felt the wind pick up all of a sudden. The tornado appeared to be right next to . Panicked, I looked left and right as I pulled the White Deer King. However, she wouldnt budge a step. She looked overhead with terrified eyes. I had never seen the White Deer King so terrified. When she saw appear behind her out of the blue in the past, shed turn around and ready herself to take head on. That was the first ti she looked so horrified.

I stroked her neck to calm her down. I was about to ask her what happened, but a huge silhouette ca down from the sky and landed right before . It was as if a massive boulder dropped onto the ground right before , instigating the wind into blowing violently, which, in turn, nearly blew into the sand. The White Deer King cried out then spun around to take and flee for our lives. The huge silhouette leapt over in an instant. It was so fast that we only saw an afterimage. It sent the White Deer King and flying.

I rolled though the sand many rounds, sending so good distance. I felt as though I was completely buried in the sand. It felt as though my back and neck had snapped. I desperately tried to wipe the sand off my face. I spat out a mouthful of sand. I then turned around and pathetically crawled to my feet. I reached for my gun behind and fired several shots at the dark shadow in the sand.

I heard my bullets hit what sounded comparable to tal. The dark figure turned around. A huge pair of yellow eyes stared at before I could scream. Its gaze took my breath right out of . Looking at the pair of eyes felt the sa as having a gun pointed at the back of my head.

It lowered its long neck and leaned in toward in a similar fashion to a snake. Its huge wings on its back shined through the dust as if it was tal. Its ginormous body was akin to an aircraft carrier on the ground. Id only ever seen such a ginormous beast in movies. Even Ling Yue was tiny in comparison. I had a mixture of feelings running through my mind. My rational voice was screaming for to run, but my goal in coming here was to find it.

I ca to find my father. I found the dragon, which ant that I was one step closer to my father. I was a dead man; dying from lack of mana and dying to a dragon was the sa thing.

The dragon hung its neck down and slowly approached . I stood in place without moving. I could feel the moist hot air it breathed out of its nose. If you ask , Id say the force of its breath wasnt much gentler than the wild winds around. It opened its mouth, allowing to see its saliva dripping down from its sharp row of teeth that also carried the scent of blood. I hoped it was already full.

The dragon licked my face. Its weight almost brought to my knees. It licked from head to toe with its sticky tongue and drooled all over . I pondered, Does it consider dirty? Do you not know why Im covered in sand?

I didnt puke. To my surprise, it spoke. Its tone ca from a dignified, archaic style. Its voice contained an imposing aura that wasnt to be questioned as well as pride. With a hint of a smile, it said, Thou are the first warrior to not flee in fear in a thousand years.

I took in a deep breath and put on a tough front: Ive been through many things more frightening than you.

The dragon didnt seem to have any interest in my past; she was more interested in . She scanned with her snake-like eyes. I felt as though she wanted to play with as a puppet for a while. I was no garage kit, no.

What are thou here to seek?

I took in a deep breath and gave a candid response: I want to live.

Its eyes hinted at bafflent. A mont later, it continued, If thou wish to live, why co here? There are only the dead here. There is nothing living here.

Arent you alive? Ten years ago, my father went missing here. I want to live, and I also want to find my fathers whereabouts.

It froze up when it heard my response. It curled its body up as if it was in pain. It didnt speak for a long ti, and neither did I.

Co with . I dont know how much ti passed, since my sense of ti basically didnt exist in this desert. She continued, I can grant thy wish.

Glossary

*Garage kit a type of ani figurine.