According to so scholars of magical creatures, dragons, an ancient species, have existed on this continent for nearly ten thousand years.
They existed before humans had a recordable civilization. No one knows when dragon herds began migrating here.
So beastfolk races that worship dragons even believe—the original magic was created by ancient dragon gods, although Elsa had always thought this was an unfounded legend, as no one had ever seen the intelligent phantom dragons that exist only in mythology.
Even species with powerful magic like ancient dragons couldn't avoid the racial process of weakening bloodlines for better reproduction and iteration.
Legend has it that in the ancient era rich with magic, dragons once dominated this continent.
As ti passed and the world changed, by the ti humans developed magical civilization, most dragons had already degenerated into sub-dragons, indistinguishable from ordinary magical beasts, with swift wind dragons being one of these branches.
Among sub-dragon races, so gifted individuals can learn rare skills, but no matter how high their talent, they couldn't possibly learn high-level illusion skills like transforming into human form, let alone speak human language or gain intelligence comparable to humans.
"No, no... Let
gather myself..."
Holding her forehead, Elsa nearly collapsed to the ground, her legs weak.
She had just experienced a ti regression and hadn't fully co to her senses, and now she suddenly encountered a legendary phantom dragon... The information overload was too much, her brain capacity exceeded, feeling like her head was about to explode!
Sphinx actually transford into human form... What kind of developnt is this??
If Evie knew about this, she would probably have the sa reaction as herself...
However, she had heard that after accumulating enough magical power, so sub-dragons with special bloodlines could activate their innate blood and complete an "advancent"—
So... did Sphinx evolve during a ti she wasn't aware of?
But within common knowledge, "advancent" at most ant changing from a "sub-dragon" to a "true dragon"... Elsa had never heard of beings that could beco "phantom dragons"—those were creatures that only existed in legends and myths, never appearing before humans!
In her ntal confusion, Elsa's thoughts ran wild, her dazed eyes unable to move away from the silver dragon woman before her.
Feeding Bebe the prepared recovery potion, Sphinx looked up at the dumbfounded Elsa staring at her and frowned questioningly:
"Why are you looking at
like that?"
"Because... I find it incredible... that a swift wind dragon could turn into a human... and even talk to ..."
"It's an incredible thing for humans, is it?"
Sphinx didn't understand human language; she was able to converse with Elsa because she directly used magic to transmit thoughts. Of course, such communication also had strict conditions—both parties must possess abundant magical power, otherwise smooth communication would be difficult.
"As for the appearance... I just thought a form similar to humans would be more convenient for communication, so I took this form."
From the indifferent tone, Elsa imdiately sensed Sphinx's underlying aning: it seed the human form wasn't the only one; she could apparently transform into other forms as well.
"Sphinx, you reaching out to help
like this... is it because you rembered sothing? Do you rember ??"
"Rember sothing? What a strange question... You're human, so perhaps you don't understand, but dragons have excellent mory..."
Sphinx, in human form, gently arranged Bebe's bangs with her scaled hand, just like a real human woman would, and handed her back to Elsa.
"We can rember every path we've walked, the texture of trees, prey and scents, and every human we've encountered... So I'm certain I have no impression of you."
Despite saying this, Sphinx's expression beca complex as she looked at Elsa and Bebe.
Sphinx could accurately recall everything that happened after escaping human captivity and restraints.
She rembered the trainer who vigorously wielded a whip full of tal spikes before her chained self, and the greedy-faced hunters who aid bows and spears at her and her kind, attempting to hunt them.
—Humans were enemies who only hurt herself and her kind.
It should have been like this... As a dragon, she should have been more ferocious and cruel towards humans. After all, with such unpleasant mories, she had enough reason to seek revenge on humans.
But Sphinx didn't do that.
Until now, she had only driven away humans who attempted to hunt her from the swift wind dragons' habitat, never intentionally harming human lives—unless they brought it upon themselves.
Sphinx had always been puzzled by this: why could she never bring herself to harm humans?
After hearing the familiar na called out by the girl before her, Sphinx finally recalled the reason.
Because her past self had also been treated with kindness.
"It should have been like this... but when I hear this na, I feel very nostalgic, as if I've forgotten sothing very important..."
The silver-haired dragon woman looked up at the human girl before her, her complex expression seeming to ask for sothing:
"Is Sphinx... really my na?"
"...Yes! That's right! That is your na... Thank goodness... This is really wonderful..."
Upon receiving confirmation, Elsa felt an urge to cry welling up in her chest.
She couldn't be entirely sure before, but now, Elsa could confirm—
Sothing important had indeed changed after the regression!
Her actions in the 'past' had truly changed the 'present'!
"Can you rember? Even if it's just a little... This na was given to you by soone called 'Yvonne'."
Elsa was eager yet cautious, desperately wanting to obtain more definitive proof of Yvonne's existence from Sphinx.
"...Yvonne?"
Hearing this na that should have been unfamiliar, Sphinx was flooded with a strong sense of nostalgia.
"...Was she the one who saved ?"
She vaguely rembered the feeling of a gentle hand stroking her scales, rembered how she was led out of darkness to see sunlight—but couldn't recall that person's face or voice no matter how hard she tried.
"I used to think I was being childish... always competing with you, a dragon, for attention..."
Holding Bebe, Elsa sat down slowly in front of Sphinx and the dragon herd, smiling bitterly.
"Looking back carefully now, it was probably out of so selfish possessiveness... Hoping that I was the only one who had been so gently saved, hoping that I could beco such a unique existence for Evie."
"As another who was saved by her... Sphinx, can you listen to my request?"
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