I am a deeply wounded black dragon.
I don’t know where I come from or where my home is. Even my name was given by someone else for me.
I still clearly remember when I first woke up.
It was a painful day. In the endless darkness, I huddled weakly in the mine, suffering from torn wounds and severe pain in my soul.
There was no memory, no past, only the severe pain all over his body, and a certain fear that remained deep in his soul.
In the dark, I seemed to hear a vague female voice whispering in my ear:
"It turns out...it's actually like this..."
"I'm sorry, Eudocia, time is limited and I can't do more..."
"Sleep, sleep, the wheel of fate has begun to turn..."
"Our story... has just begun."
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I am a deeply wounded black dragon.
If it weren't for the magical mithril in the mine, maybe I would have died due to excessive injuries and exhaustion of magic power.
But even if I can find mithril to replenish my magic power, even if I can rely on mithril to relieve the pain, for me who can't find food, it's just a last resort.
Until...I met him.
I still remember the day I met him.
The collapsed mine, the billowing dust, the violent coughing sound choked by the smoke, and... a thin and frail figure who looked quite delicious.
That's a demi-human.
I don't know why I knew it was a demi-human. I only know that the moment I saw the other person, the desire to survive almost overcame my reason.
It was demi-human, but also... food.
I dragged my heavy body and launched the attack. I let out a low roar and showed my ferocious claws. I could see his pale face and frightened expression, and I could hear his frightened shout:
"Dragon...dragon!"
But I failed.
Even with the magic power of mithril, my strength is still dissipating day by day. Even though I have the determination to survive, my body is getting heavier and heavier.
I'm... so weak that I can't even kill a skinny demi-human.
I fell in front of him.
I saw his frightened expression gradually fade away, replaced by surprise. I felt the fear in his heart dissipate quickly, and what followed was curiosity.
"You are hurt?"
Those were the last words I heard before I passed out.
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I am a deeply wounded black dragon.
I thought I was supposed to be dead.
Although I have lost my memory, although I have forgotten everything, at least I still know my identity.
I know what will happen to a severely injured and dying dragon being discovered by those low-level intelligent species. I also know that I am already so weak that even a mortal can kill me with his own strength.
But...I'm not dead.
When I woke up again, I saw the bright campfire, felt the warm firelight, and smelled the extremely attractive aroma.
The thin demi-human was sitting by the campfire, quietly grilling something.
It's food!
I saw the food on the campfire clearly at first glance, and the alluring aroma of the meat even surpassed that of the demi-humans themselves.
I struggled to get up, and then I discovered that the wound on my body had been sprinkled with a pungent powder.
It was a very unpleasant smelling powder.
But after being sprinkled with powder, the pain on my body seemed to weaken in an instant.
"Huh, you're awake..."
"Don't move. You're seriously injured. Fortunately, I found these medicinal powders from the tribe, which can make you feel better."
The demi-human said so.
Why didn't he kill me?
That was my first thought.
I am very confused.
Very confused.
However, he did not explain, but handed me the baked food in his hand.
This time, I saw clearly what it was. It was a huge burrowing rat.
"Well, you're hungry, this is all we have."
"I'm afraid I smell your scent. It's hard to find the gophers around here. I ran all the way...and finally caught one."
he said.
I looked at the gopher he handed over and didn't respond.
"Hey, are you okay?"
he asked again.
Strange guy...
I didn't answer him, but I ate the food he handed me decisively.
Because I'm really hungry.
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I am a deeply wounded black dragon.
I don't know why he saved me, or what purpose he had.
But I know that I will not thank him for this help and food.
I am a dragon.
It's a black dragon.
It is the most brutal dragon species known to all.
To me, food is food.
Even if he saved me, he would still be food.
I decided not to try to kill him yet.
I want to wait.
Wait for your body to recover and your strength to return.
I will kill him with my own hands after I regain my strength.
I would tell him that food should be food conscious.
It is such arrogant stupidity to want to save the hunter even though he is the prey.
And until then, I'm going to take advantage of him.
Take advantage of his ignorance, take advantage of his stupidity, take advantage of his kindness...
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I am a deeply wounded black dragon.
Oh no.
With his help, my injury has gradually improved over time.
He is a very strange demi-human.
Although I was scared to death because of my dragon power, I always ran deeper into the mine.
Bring me food, bring me herbs.
Although the food he brought could not fill my stomach at all, it gave me the strength to heal myself at the most critical moment.
I found that I was gradually getting used to his presence.
He came back almost every day and brought new food every day.
Sometimes it's a burrowing rat, sometimes it's an armor-piercing beast, sometimes it's a mountain rabbit, sometimes it's a pheasant...
He loved telling his stories while roasting meat over the campfire.
Share your experiences in the tribe and your daily life.
Of course, more often than not, he complained about the tyranny of the mine foreman and the stubbornness of the tribal elders.
He didn't care whether I was listening or not, or whether I could understand.
He seemed to regard me as someone to whom he could confide silently.
Of course, I also learned his name.
"Kyle, my name is Kyle, and I'm a werewolf."
"Mr. Black Dragon, can you tell me your name?"
he asked with a smile.
I turned my head and ignored him.
He scratched his head, and I raised my head proudly and swallowed the piece of meat that had just been put into my mouth.
Looking at his somewhat embarrassed look, I felt very good.
Well, today's food is a little more delicious than usual...
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I am a black dragon that has lost its memory.
When I woke up, I was already lying in the mine, covered with cuts and bruises, and I also met a strange demi-human.
The demi-human was neither afraid of me nor exposed my existence, but instead looked for food for me and treated my injuries.
I don't understand why he did this.
Even if I have lost my memory of the past, I still know how attractive an injured dragon is to mercenaries in the secular world, and how much wealth an ordinary person can squander in a lifetime...
Unknowingly, I seemed to have become accustomed to this life of being fed every day.
The demi-human named Kyle still delivers food every day and shares his daily life every day.
And my injuries are recovering day by day.
I have already recovered enough strength to kill him.
However, I didn't take action.
Through his narration, I already knew where I was.
This is the Northland, a place called Castel, and the people who rule here are two young Blazing Suns.
I didn't act rashly.
Because I know that although the injury is recovering, it has not yet recovered enough to face such a powerful existence.
I will continue to wait...wait...
Waiting for the day when the injury is completely healed.
I will kill this self-righteous werewolf with my own hands, then spread my wings and fly into the sky under the gaze of the blazing sun.
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I am a confused black dragon.
I don't know how long I stayed in this mine.
I just watched the young demi-human walking towards the young man, his immature eyes becoming firmer.
Gradually, I began to enjoy listening to him share those boring daily routines, and I also enjoyed hearing him complain about the life on earth day after day.
In the dark mine, during the long healing time, the stories he told seemed to be my only entertainment.
I don't know when, but Kyle stopped coming every day. Sometimes it was two days, sometimes three days, and sometimes...even he came only once a week.
He seemed more tired than usual. Every time he came to the mine, sharing his daily routine was mostly replaced by silence.
I feel a little irritable.
I don't know why I'm upset, I just don't like this unstable state.
I don’t know when, but I have become accustomed to his daily arrival.
I kind of... don't want to kill him anymore.
Finally, one time, I didn't see him for a week.
And when he came to the mine again, it was already half a month later.
I still remember that day.
He was limping, as if he was injured, and he was carrying a mountain deer on his back.
"Sorry, Mr. Black Dragon, I'm late."
He said with a wry smile.
I had always been agitated, but for some reason, I calmed down the moment I saw him.
"You did come very slowly this time. What happened?"
After all, I couldn't suppress my curiosity and couldn't help but ask.
Kyle was stunned for a moment.
I saw the mountain deer card on his back fall to the ground with a sound. I saw his eyes widen in surprise. I heard him stuttering and speaking incoherently:
"You, you...you can talk?!"
"Wait... Mr. Black Dragon, no... Miss Black Dragon... you are a lady?!"
I proudly raised my dragon head:
"I am a black dragon, a noble dragon. I have already mastered the common language of Miria."
As I said that, I glanced at him lightly:
"Besides...when did I say my gender?"
That was the first time I spoke to him.
I never thought that I would take the initiative to communicate with such a short-lived species, and what surprised me even more was that after I communicated with him, I didn't feel repulsed.
Unknowingly, I seemed not to be as proud as before, and I seemed to regard him as more than just a subhuman being who was overestimating his abilities.
"Where have you been these days?"
I asked.
For the first time, I saw helplessness in him. He scratched his head, as if he didn't know how to answer. After a moment, he sighed:
"I went mining."
"Mining? Haven't you always been mining?"
"Yes, but it's different now, Black Dragon first... No, Miss Black Dragon, I need to mine more mines, because I need money, a lot of money..."
"What do you need money for?"
Kyle's expression dropped:
"The Earl and the Countess died in the battle, and the top management of the mining workshop has been replaced. Now the workshop requires us to dig more mineral deposits. If we fail to meet the standards, our wages will be withheld..."
"My father has passed away, and only my younger brother and I are left at home. My father used to protect us from wind and rain. The workshop was not so strict before, but now...everything is different."
"In order to treat my father's illness, I owe a lot of money..."
"I need to pay back the money... and I need to support my family... so I have to mine more silver."
"Sorry, Miss Black Dragon, I won't be able to come so often in the future."
After listening to Kyle's explanation, I fell silent.
To be honest, I don’t understand family ties very well, nor do I understand family very well.
As a giant dragon, I cannot understand the meaning and value of money to mortals.
But I had an impulse.
An impulse that even I feel puzzled about...
I turned around and returned to the cave I dug under Kyle's puzzled gaze.
I found the smallest one among the piles of mithril blocks I had rummaged through over the years, but after thinking about it, I replaced it with a larger one.
"Take it, this mithril block should be enough for you."
I said.
Kyle was stunned for a moment, looking at the mithril ingot that was even larger than his head, his expression a little dull:
"Miss Black Dragon...give...such a big piece of mithril...give...to me?!"
"Take it, I am very satisfied with the food you bring every time, Kyle, you have won the recognition of the great black dragon, and have temporarily become the person the great black dragon is willing to communicate with. This mithril should be your reward. "
I raised my head again and said proudly.
"Recognition? Reward?"
Kyle was stunned for a moment.
"Yes, recognition and reward."
I nodded proudly.
Kyle suddenly became excited:
"Miss Black Dragon, do you mean that we are already friends?"
friend?
I frowned.
Looking at the little Asian man wagging his tail excitedly, I snorted softly and said:
"You are overthinking. I never make friends with weak beings. This is just a reward."
"Aren't you... friends?"
Kyle looked a little disappointed.
I don’t know why, but looking at his drooped ears, I felt a little more irritated.
"But...you can make an exception."
Somehow, I suppressed these words.
After saying that, even I was stunned.
I think I'm really crazy...
As a black dragon, he was actually willing to lower his status to discuss friendship with a humble demi-human!
I'm a black dragon!
The cruel and ruthless black dragon!
What makes me feel even more at a loss is that I find that I don’t seem to reject such a fact as I imagined...
Habits are a terrible thing.
Unknowingly, I didn’t even look like myself anymore!
"Remember, I hate being late. Don't want a next time."
I left these words coldly, turned around and left.
But perhaps, it would be more accurate to say escape.
"Miss Black Dragon! Can I know your name?"
The demihuman Kyle asked loudly behind me.
name?
I paused slightly.
What's the name...
To be honest, I don't know what my name is.
At least... at that time, I seemed to have forgotten my name.
Suddenly, I seemed to remember the call I heard on the day I just woke up.
An inexplicable seasonal movement comes to mind...
"Eudosiya, you can call me Eudocia."
I replied.
"Eudosia?"
Kyle froze again.
Looking at his dazed look, I frowned:
"What? Do you have any problem with this great name?"
Kyle shook his head quickly. While shaking his head, he explained:
"No no no! No objection! Of course no objection, it is indeed a great name!"
As he spoke, he scratched his head:
"I just... didn't expect that, Miss Black Dragon, you have the same name as a totem worshiped by our ancestors in the legend of our tribe..."
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