I am a seriously wounded black dragon.
I don’t know where I come from or where my home is. Even my name was given to me by someone else.
I still remember clearly the moment I woke up.
Those were painful days. In the endless darkness, I huddled weakly in the mine, suffering from torn wounds and excruciating pain in my soul.
There are no memories, no past, only the pain of being covered in bruises and a certain fear that remains deep in the soul.
In the darkness, I seemed to hear a faint female voice whispering in my ear:
"So... it's 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 seriously wounded black dragon.
If it weren't for the magical mithril in the mine, I would have died from my serious injuries and exhausted magic power.
But even if I could find mithril to replenish my magic power, even if I could use it to relieve my pain, it would only be a way for me to survive since I can't find food.
Until... I met him.
I still remember the day I met him.
The collapsed mine, the billowing dust, the violent coughing caused by the smoke and dust, and... a thin and weak figure that looked quite delicious.
That's a sub-human.
I don't know why I knew it was a sub-human. I only know that the moment I saw the other person, the desire to survive almost overwhelmed my reason.
It was subhuman, but it was also food.
I dragged my heavy body to attack, I roared, I showed my ferocious claws, I could see his pale face, his expression of fear, I could hear his terrified shout:
“Dragon… Dragon!”
But I failed.
Even with the magic of mithril, my strength was still dissipating day by day. Even with my determination to survive, my body was becoming heavier and heavier.
I... was so weak that I couldn't even kill a skinny subhuman.
I fell in front of him.
I saw his horrified expression gradually fade away, replaced by surprise. I felt the fear in his heart quickly dissipate, and what rose with it was curiosity.
"You are hurt?"
Those were the last words I heard before I passed out.
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I am a seriously wounded black dragon.
I thought I was supposed to be dead.
Although I have lost my memory and forgotten everything, at least I still know my identity.
I know what would happen if a seriously injured and dying dragon was discovered by those low-level intelligent species. I also know that I have long been weak enough that even a mortal can kill me with his own strength.
But... I didn't die.
When I woke up again, I saw the bright bonfire, felt the warm flames, and smelled the extremely tempting aroma.
The skinny demi-human was sitting by the campfire, grilling something quietly.
It's food!
I saw the food on the campfire at first glance, and the tempting smell of meat was even stronger than that of the sub-humans themselves.
I struggled to get up, only to find that the wounds on my body had been sprinkled with a pungent powder.
It was a powder with a terrible smell.
But after being sprinkled with powder, the pain in my body seemed to be alleviated in an instant.
"Huh, you're awake..."
"Don't move, you're badly injured. Luckily I found these medicinal powders from the tribe, which will make you feel better."
The demihuman said so.
Why didn't he kill me
This 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 mole.
"Here, you must be hungry, this is all I have."
"I'm afraid it smelled you. It's hard to find moles around here. I ran a long way before I finally caught one."
He said.
I looked at the mole he handed me and didn't respond.
"Hey, are you okay?"
He asked again.
Strange guy...
I didn't answer him, but I decisively ate the food he handed me.
Because I'm really hungry.
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I am a seriously wounded black dragon.
I don't know why he saved me, and I don't know what his purpose was.
But I know that I will not thank him for the help and food.
I am a dragon.
It's a black dragon.
It is known to be the most brutal dragon species.
To me, food is food.
Even if he saved me, he was still food.
I decided not to try to kill him yet.
I will wait.
Wait for your body to recover, wait for your strength to return.
I will kill him myself after I regain my strength.
I would tell him that he should be conscious of food.
It is arrogant and stupid to want to rescue the hunter when you are the prey.
Until then, I'll use him.
Take advantage of his ignorance, take advantage of his stupidity, take advantage of his kindness...
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I am a seriously wounded black dragon.
Oh no.
With his help, my injury has gradually improved over time.
He is a very strange sub-human.
Even though he was terrified of my dragon power, he always ran deeper into the mine.
Bring me food, bring me herbs.
Although the food he brought was not enough to fill my stomach, 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 mole, sometimes it’s a piercer, sometimes it’s a mountain rabbit, sometimes it’s a pheasant…
He loved telling his stories while roasting over a campfire.
Share your experiences in the tribe and your daily life.
Of course, more often than not, they were complaining about the tyranny of the mine foremen and the stubbornness of the tribal elders.
He didn't care whether I was listening or whether I could understand.
He seemed to just treat me as a silent confidant.
Of course, I also knew 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 away 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 expression, I felt very good.
Well, today's food is a little more delicious than usual...
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I am a black dragon who has lost my memory.
When I woke up, I was lying in a mine, covered in wounds, and I met a strange demi-human.
The demihuman was neither afraid of me nor exposed my presence. Instead, he found food for me and treated my injuries.
I don't understand why he did that.
Even though I have lost my memories of the past, I still know how much attraction a wounded dragon represents to the mercenaries in the secular world, and how much wealth it represents to ordinary people, enough to squander their entire lives...
Before I knew it, I seemed to have gotten used to this kind of life of being fed every day.
The demi-human named Kyle still brings food every day and shares his daily life with them.
And the injuries on my body are recovering day by day.
I have already recovered enough strength to kill him.
However, I didn't do it.
Through his narration, I already knew where I was.
This is the North, a place called Castel, and it is ruled by two young Blazing Suns.
I did not act rashly.
Because I know that although my injuries are recovering, I have not yet recovered to the point where I can face such a powerful being.
I will continue to wait... and 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 black dragon trapped in confusion.
I don't know how long I stayed in this mining area.
I just watched the young demi-human walk towards adulthood, and his childish eyes gradually became firm.
Gradually, I began to enjoy listening to him share his boring daily life, and I also began to enjoy listening to him complain about his life on earth day after day.
In the dark mine, during the long time of recovery, the stories he told seemed to be my only source of entertainment.
I don't know when Kyle stopped coming every day. Sometimes he came two days, sometimes three days, and sometimes... he only came once a week.
He seemed to be more tired than usual. Every time he came to the mine, sharing his daily life was mostly replaced by silence.
I feel a little irritable.
I don’t know why I’m so upset, I just don’t like this unstable state.
I don't know when I got used to his daily visit.
I kind of... don't want to kill him anymore.
Finally, there came a time when I didn't see him for a week.
When he came to the mine again, it was half a month later.
I still remember that day.
He was limping, apparently injured, and carrying a mountain deer on his back.
"I'm sorry, Mr. Black Dragon, I'm late."
He said with a wry smile.
I was clearly very upset, but for some reason, I calmed down the moment I saw the other person.
"You are indeed very slow this time. What happened?"
In the end, I couldn't suppress my curiosity and couldn't help but ask.
Kyle was stunned for a moment.
I saw the mountain deer on his back fall to the ground with a thud, I saw his eyes widen in surprise, and I heard him stammering and speaking incoherently:
"You, you, you... you can speak?!"
"Wait... Mr. Black Dragon, no... Ms. 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 Miriam."
As I said this, I glanced at him lightly:
"Besides... when did I ever tell you my gender?"
That was the first time I spoke to him.
I never thought that I would take the initiative to communicate with this short-lived species, and what surprised me even more was that after communicating with him, I didn't feel rejected at all.
Unconsciously, I seemed to no longer be as proud as I was before, and it seemed that I no longer regarded him as just a sub-human who overestimated his own capabilities.
"Where have you been these days?"
I asked.
For the first time, I saw him at a loss. 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, Miss Black Dragon... No, Miss Black Dragon, I need to mine more, because I need money, a lot of money..."
"What do you need the money for?"
Kyle's expression fell:
"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 minerals. If we fail to meet the standards, our wages will be deducted..."
"My father has passed away due to illness. My brother and I are the only ones left at home. In the past, my father protected us from the elements and the workshop was not so strict. But now... everything is different."
"I owed a lot of money to pay for my father's medical treatment..."
"I need to pay back my debts... I need to support my family... So, I have to mine more silver."
"I'm sorry, Miss Black Dragon, I won't be able to come so often in the future."
After listening to Kyle's explanation, I was silent.
To be honest, I don’t really understand family ties or family.
As a dragon, I also cannot understand the meaning and value of money to mortals.
But I had an impulse.
An impulse that even I myself feel puzzled...
I turned around and returned to the cave I had dug under Kyle's puzzled gaze.
I found the smallest one among the pile 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 piece of mithril should be enough for you."
I said.
Kyle was stunned for a moment, looking at the mithril ingot that was a circle larger than his head, with a dull expression:
"Ms. Black Dragon... this... this big block of mithril... give it 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 become the object of communication with the great black dragon. This mithril is just a reward for you."
I raised my head again and spoke proudly.
"Recognition? Reward?"
Kyle was stunned.
“Yes, recognition and reward.”
I nodded proudly.
Kell suddenly became excited:
"Ms. Black Dragon, do you mean to say that we are already friends?"
friend
I frowned.
Looking at the little demihuman wagging his tail excitedly, I snorted and said:
"You think too much. I never make friends with weak beings. This is just a reward."
"Aren't we... friends?"
Kyle looked a little lost.
I don’t know why, but looking at his drooping ears, I felt even more annoyed.
"But... you can make an exception."
For some unknown reason, I came up with these words.
After I finished speaking, even I was stunned.
I think I'm crazy...
As a black dragon, he is willing to humble himself and discuss friendship with a humble demi-human!
I am the Black Dragon!
The brutal and ruthless black dragon!
What made me feel even more at a loss was that I found that I didn’t seem to reject this fact as much as I imagined…
Habits are a terrible thing.
Before I knew it, I was no longer myself!
"Remember, I hate being late, don't do it again."
I said this coldly and turned away.
But perhaps, escape would be more accurate.
"Ms. Black Dragon! May I know your name?"
The demihuman Kyle asked loudly from behind me.
name
I paused slightly.
What's your name
To be honest, I don't know what my name is.
At least... at that time, I seemed to have forgotten what my name was.
Suddenly, I seemed to remember the call I heard from the darkness on the day I woke up.
An inexplicable feeling came to my mind...
"Eudocia, you can call me Eudocia."
I replied.
"Eudocia?"
Kyle froze again.
Looking at his dazed look, I frowned:
"Why? Do you have any objection to this great name?"
Kyle shook his head quickly, and explained:
"No, no, no! No objection! Of course no objection, it is indeed a great name!"
As he said this, he scratched his head:
"I just... didn't expect that Miss Black Dragon has the same name as a totem that our ancestors worshipped in our tribe's legend..."
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