Became an Evil Dragon

16 – 16. Dragon routine (4)

As soon as I saw my teeth, I turned my head towards the frogs, leaving the dwarf adventurer who had blacked out and fainted, and the adventurer woman who radiated yellow liquid into the swamp water while shaking her legs.

Megul Megul Megul.

The frogs huddled together in front of me were staring at me with sparkling eyes while crying quietly with their voices lower than usual.

They looked like they were waiting for something, they wanted me to eat the meal they prepared (human adventurer).

However, having already finished my last horse meat meal a few days ago, I wasn’t hungry at all, let alone have a good appetite, and more than anything else, I don’t want to eat humans.

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I cleared my throat a bit and organized what I had to say in my head. A series of lines were roughly formulated to prevent this from happening again in the future.

Then I put on a solemn expression and a dignified voice befitting the idol the frogs would expect of me.

To match the image they would be imbuing me with, that of a vile, savage, and mighty dragon.

“Blue inhabitants of the swamp, I have certainly received your tribute to me.”

The language of dragons is passed on to opponents beyond the barriers of species and culture. It was a language I spat out, but all the frogs understood the meaning and began to emit voices of joy.

With the sound of crying covering all sides, I looked around slowly with eyes telling me to be quiet. In an instant, the cries of the frogmen died down and the swamp became quiet.

“Even if it is an insignificant and insignificant sacrifice, an offering is an offering, and even an ignorant child can understand the meaning of worship contained in it.”

“However, as the lord of this mountain range and your master, I do not eat humans. Hairless monkeys who are spoiled and out of their subject are not to my liking. All ignorance is not a sin, but ignorance and disrespect committed to me are sins enough to die for.”

As soon as he showed a hint of anger, all the frogs, who had been happy as if they were flying until just now, lowered their heads and began to tremble. The guardian of the egg house, who was looking at me with bright eyes, was so depressed that his shoulders drooped differently than before.

“But seeing your sincerity, I will forgive this incident. Don’t do something like this again. “Dwellers of the swamp.”

[Megul!!]

As cheers erupted simultaneously, the frogs jumped up from their places in unison.

Splash Splash!

With the movement of the frogs, the water in the shallow swamp, at a water level that could submerge a person’s ankles, sprang up all at once, creating a spectacle as if dozens of fish jumped out at once.

Looking at the frogs who are so happy for my one word of forgiveness, somehow it seems that even I feel happy.

“It is a good day. To kill something insignificant Tonight, the stars are too beautiful. Free those exceptionally lucky monkeys. Egg house guardian.”

“Megul!”

Upon receiving my order, the guardian of the nest approached the captives with an excited gait and swung his spear twice. The spear blade made of obsidian was sharp, and although it was a primitive spearmanship that relied on the senses, the spearmanship of the tribe’s best warrior, the Aljip Guardian, was sharp enough.

The trappings of adventurers who were cut off at once without a single wound. The stunned dwarf man remained limp because he couldn’t come to his senses, but he was tired of peeing.

Then he started talking to himself so that I could hear him.

“Hey, dragon. it’s a real dragon wow Dragons really…really existed. It’s not a sub-ryong, it’s a real red dragon. The red dragon was ruling this swamp.”

It was an adventurer girl talking to herself out of focus somewhere. However, there was no reason to clear up this misunderstanding, and I didn’t feel the need to do so, so I quickly put an end to this.

“Send them out. And I will watch your festival.”

The two adventurers who were picked up by the frogs were soon banished from the tribe. Whatever the fate of the adventurers, who were stripped of food, transportation, and everything they had, and were thrown out of the fence in a state that was almost bare except for the clothes they were wearing, I didn’t care anymore.

Megul Megul Megul.

After dealing with the adventurer problem, the frogs offered me a banquet and a festival that was no different than a kind of sacrifice.

A fire was set on a brazier made in advance on a stone hill in the swampy area, and on the square stone altar, instead of the bodies of the adventurers that were supposed to be sacrificed to me, a huge fish the size of a normal person was placed.

The fish, which seemed to grow wild in the swamp, was a strange creature that looked like a large pike.

“Megul!”

The Frogman, with a band wrapped around his head, confidently stepped forward, holding a steel dagger he had apparently stolen from the adventurers, and began dismantling the fish like a tuna show by a raw fish restaurant master.

Scratch!

The frogs’ cheers followed the splendid cutting, and after the large fish was completely dismantled by the craftsman’s skill, a full-fledged banquet began.

Frogs begin to dance around the blazing fire as they eat uncooked fish meat. On the other hand, there were also frogs who were playing music with their cheeks puffed up. The cries of the frogs, who seemed to be professional musicians, were not too bad even to me, so I nodded my head.

Megul Megul Megul!

The shadows of the dancing frogs spread back and color the surface of the swamp. I was lying on my stomach near the fire pit and enjoying the fun of the frogs. The guardian of the egg house kept hovering around me, offering fish, but I was not hungry at all, so I shook my head and refused.

“Megul…”

Unlike the cave life where I quietly spent a similar day every day, today I enjoyed seeing it because there are many things to see. In a way, Frogman’s appearance, which could look gross, was also somewhat cute when I kept looking at it.

As I was having fun, I thought of Nineve, who was playing alone in the highlands of the mountains far away, and a corner of my heart ached. But I couldn’t just bring him to this dangerous place, and I didn’t think the frogs and Nineve would get along very well.

Well, after hearing what he said, it seems like he has other friends besides me, so it won’t matter for a day or so. Wouldn’t it be that he was playing quite well with the palm-sized friends he always talked about.

Megul Megul Megul Megul…….

It was when I was listening to the songs of the frogs while punching a bruise. All of a sudden, the sound of the song died down little by little, and suddenly everything around was quiet.

All the frogs that were dancing stood still, and the frogs that were playing music also sit still without puffing up their cheeks.

The only thing moving was a single frog, the guardian of the egg nest.

“Megul!”

It kept wandering around me and bothering me, but at some point I thought it disappeared, and then the guardian of the egg house was approaching me with something in his hand.

The identity of what he was carefully holding was simple.

A round object with a very white outer surface that shimmers softly as if sprinkled with gold powder.

It was a frog egg.

“Megul! Yol! Yol! Are due! Tie the deadline!”

(Megul! Dragon! Dragon! Rare Egg! Very Rare!)

The eggkeeper, who carefully lifted the egg he was holding and emphasized its value to me, jumped up and offered it to me.

“Megul! Yol! Yol’s! Hair of Yol! name!”

(Megul! Dragon! Dragon’s thing! Dragon’s servant! Name!)

Despite the clumsy language, the frog’s intentions are conveyed properly to me. Because dragons were beings that could communicate with all things.

The egg nest guardian was now begging me to give him the most precious egg in the tribe and give him a name.

I don’t know in what sense it’s precious, but the guy’s heart is properly conveyed to me. The guardian of the nest was sincerely trying to give me a child who was no different from the future of the tribe.

But what am I going to do with a young frog (perhaps a tadpole)? I am grateful, but I am not confident that I will grow well after receiving it.

But I can grant you one last request. A request from the guardian of the egg house to give the child a name.

After thinking about what name to come up with for a while, one name flashed in my head.

When it comes to frogs, isn’t that the only thing?

Kero X