48.
After the battle with Ansai, our dominance on the Vanas Continent was completely established and could no longer be shaken.
There is no other force in this land that can threaten me. Our stories are made into legends, written into the legend of the book.
There was a faint unease in my heart, as if something was about to happen.
It was an ordinary night, and I was sitting by the bed, waiting for Frius to come and change my pajamas.
He put his arm around me and tucked me into the quilt, kissed me affectionately as usual, then put his forehead against my forehead, and said in a low voice, "Adam, I'm leaving. There are some things over there that need me at home. Go deal with it, and I'll come back to you when I'm done."
I always knew that Frius would not be a dragon without a story. He chose to leave me at this time, but because there was nothing here that could easily hurt me. He helped me get to this point, and from his perspective, he has done his best.
There was a huge panic in my heart, I reached out and hugged him tightly, like an unreasonable child.
"Afu, don't go, I don't want you to go." I buried my head in his chest and complained, even crying in my voice. I think it must be because Frius hasn't read Heigl to me for too long.
"Be obedient," his voice was still calm and indifferent, he comforted me with a thin kiss on his lips, and murmured, "I'll be back, just wait for me."
49.
I accompanied Frius to the seaside where I found him.
It all started here and will end here.
I willfully refused the company of the others, and only brought Anthony here—my old buddy will take me, the blind lord, safely back to my fortress.
When I got there I let Anthony go and stood face to face with Frius by feel. He didn't speak, but lowered his head and kissed me.
I'm a little shy, after all this kind of action only happened in the bedroom and in the sky. But the sadness of parting soon faded away from this shyness.
In my saddest moments I felt Frius thrust something hard into my mouth with his tongue and force me to swallow.
"Alf..." What is this? After being let go, I wanted to ask him, but I couldn't find a chance to speak.
Frius hugged me from behind, lowered his head and gently licked the back of my neck with his sharp teeth. At the same time, he made a vague voice from his throat: "…Is it okay to try the prototype this time?"
I really wanted to beat him up, they all said that people are good at their words, and he was about to leave without thinking about doing something good.
But I didn't beat him, I heard me ask him in a low voice, choked up: "The kind of archetype that doesn't get smaller?"
Frius gave me an "en".
I thought that he was going to leave, so I agreed to him very aggrieved and sad.
50.
I think it must be the grief that gave me strength. This time I actually felt fine, I didn’t get hurt, and my body wasn’t very sore. The most important thing was to stay awake throughout the whole process, and I still felt full of energy after everything was over.
Of course, it is also possible that it was Friusk.
After he changed back into human form, he helped me mount the horse, and said to me, "I will see you leave before leaving."
I agreed and urged Anthony to take me away.
Then, after estimating that he had left Frius's field of vision, he reined in the reins and asked Anthony to take me to a stop.
I stopped there, riding my horse, until I heard the familiar sound of wings flapping through the air, and the faint roar of a dragon whirling on the sea, and then I let the tears in my eyes slide down.
At that moment I was even a little thankful that my hearing was much sharper after going blind.
I think it must have been too long since I read Heigl's poetry.
Then it occurred to me that no one or dragon will ever read poetry to this blind man in the future.