Became an Evil Dragon

44 – 44. Prophecy

A small dark blue star appeared high in the night sky.

A summer night sky filled with countless stars.

There was a person alone on top of a high spire looking up at the stars.

The person frowning and looking up at his cheek is a tall, beautiful-looking man with long, non-human ears and elegant long silver hair neatly tied back.

The leader of one of the six great fairy families.

lineage of the Prophet.

An elf whose blood flows with imperfect powers that allow him to see through the past and future by borrowing the power of stars, sand, and fire.

Targaryen.

The face of the fairy looking up at the night sky was extremely dark.

Because the stars in the night sky were singing disaster to the fairies.

The end of the fairy family is quietly but surely approaching. And the flames of the apocalypse that burn the world.

“One person was brought back to life, the man next to him was one, a navy blue star, and the light of that star.”

A prophecy has been passed down from ancient times to the fairy family, whose blood runs through incomplete prophecy.

The prophecy is that it is not time, but scales and corpses, that will destroy a strong, matchless fairy.

“When the devil shows his teeth and the sand castle falls, the summer witch will come to visit the fairies. The long-eared men who were drying their tired feet by the comfortable campfire will lose the forest due to the sin of the lost umbilical cord, and the witch’s roots will no longer be in the long ears but in the wings. “Summer, covered in scales, will create a sea of ash with her breath, and the world will flee before her.”

An ominous prophecy uttered by the first prophet of an ancient fairy kingdom for the last time before closing his eyes.

An ominous prophecy that sings of the end of a fairy family has been passed down from generation to generation. In order to stop the predestined end and avoid the end of the fairies.

A fairy who lived a long time never took lightly the prophecies of the past.

And finally, an indigo-blue star rose in the summer night sky.

The prophecy was drawing near.

I had to block it. I can’t stand still and accept death.

However, as is always the case with attempts to read the future, prophecies alone do not properly know everything about the future.

Even Targaryen, who has strong prophetic blood, could not have foreseen the misfortune that had happened to his brother not too long ago.

Targaryen’s brother was a traitor. So he had no choice but to kill his brother.

Only half succeeded and half failed.

Because my brother survived and fled out of the fairy kingdom.

His younger brother who fled while shedding blood, and the seed of the prophecy that the younger brother fled with.

When that happened, Targaryen despaired.

“But, it’s different now.”

Now, I could find out where it is. The fire tossed bone meal and adamantine dust gave him a clueful vision.

Apocalypse hiding under the lantern.

His brother did not go very far.

With the power of horoscope magic and bloodlines of prophecy, it was within enough distance to find it.

“I’ll have to ask my best friend for help.”

Muttering to himself, Targaryen looked away from the night sky. Then, as if he remembered something bothersome, he frowned slightly again.

“Was the power of the short-lived sect settled there? I’m afraid the ephemera will mess things up.”

The beautiful man with silver hair walked down the spire with quick steps.

Originally, a fairy’s time flowed slowly, but now, like the short-lived species he hates so much, it’s time to move quickly.

Because in the face of death, there was no difference between fairies and short-lived species.

***

summer night. A small reception room inside a stone castle tower. Silver candlesticks with hanging candles brightening the darkness. An expensive desk made of juniper wood and a middle-aged man sitting in front of it.

Count Baldwin.

A fat man, but a head taller than the others, was lying down in a luxurious chair, sipping a glass of high-quality, fragrant wine.

As if enjoying a leisurely night, I half-close my eyes and enjoy the scent of wine wafting through my mouth, while naturally picking up the fruit tart on the desk with my left hand.

As Count Baldwin was about to enjoy wine and fruit tarts together as usual, a cautious knock was heard at the drawing room door.

smart.

Baldwin is enjoying his leisurely time alone at night, a time when no one can disturb him. The servants and servants who served him were well aware of this fact, so the current knocking was quite unfamiliar even to Count Baldwin.

It must mean that something has happened to disturb his rest. The Count twitched his eyebrows, put down the tart and wine glass, and opened his mouth.

“Come in.”

drooling.

The door to the drawing room opens carefully, and the chamberlain with a handsome mustache enters. The old chamberlain, who had a very troubled expression on his face, was a loyal servant who had served Baldwin since he was a child.

The chamberlain was holding a wad of white paper that looked like a letter in one hand.

“Count, please forgive this rudeness so late at night.”

“Okay. hurry.”

When Count Baldwin briefly urged him to state his business first, the chamberlain handed the count the bundle of letters he was holding without saying anything.

“This is a letter from Baron Kelvin’s administrator.”

“hmm.”

The contents of the letter handed over by the chamberlain were quite embarrassing as it was a letter that came suddenly late at night.

A dragon that appeared in the baron’s estate. And news of the death of the Baron who left to subdue the dragon.

As the young baron had not yet married, he had no children to become heirs, so the current situation of the baronage was that it had lost its owner.

And a group of robbers appeared just in time. The absurd news is that the Wandering Knight, the leader of a band of robbers, is claiming to be the owner of the estate, making absurd claims that he is Baron Kelvin’s cousin.

It was a report of such a situation and at the same time a kind of request for help sent to the upper ruler, Count Baldwin.

After reading the entire letter, Count Baldwin put it back on the desk and picked up his wine glass again.

I close my eyes as if nothing had happened, leisurely enjoy the scent first, and then slowly swallow the wine.

While the count made no reply, the chamberlain was quietly waiting by his side, as if it were a familiar occurrence.

After a few minutes had passed leisurely, the Count calmly opened his mouth.

“First of all, leave it alone. You can always get rid of the naked bastard who claims to be the Baron’s cousin. The more he messes up the Barony, the easier it will be to make it his own later. You don’t have to worry about cumbersome procedures. It’s a dragon anyway. It’s like a lie. “Did dragons really exist?”

“It didn’t seem like a lie. If it were a monster similar to a dragon but not a dragon, Baron Kelvin and his army would not have been completely annihilated. “Baron Kelvin is a brave and skillful warrior, as you saw in the joust.”

“I guess so. I didn’t like the color of his eyes, but his skills were genuine. I had no idea he would win the runner-up. It’s a dragon… Hmm. I’ve never seen it myself, so I can’t figure it out. How about it, can my army catch the dragon?”

“I don’t know, but if you’re an opponent with that famous dragon, I think you should prepare thoroughly. First of all, would you like to contact the wizards and knights under the count?”

After hearing the chief chamberlain’s words, Earl Baldwin shook his head after pondering for a moment.

“No, no. Let’s not touch the hive for nothing. After reading it anyway, it seems that only small villages on the outskirts are being plundered. Just leave it alone. There is no need for a town like that.”

There were at least one or two such villages for the count, but they were insignificant. Thinking so, Count Baldwin stretched out coolly and started eating the tart again.

The sugary fruit tart was sweet and tasty enough to make you forget about your troubles in no time.

It’s like a livestock or two. The Count’s attention could not be taken away.

***

“hehehehe, Kero is cute.”

Nineveh was grinning at what she liked so much as she was babbling about the turquoise baby frog she was holding in her arms.

“Hey, dragon! Let’s take it to Ke! Kero says he likes Nineve!”

“no.”

“Eh… is it really not possible?”

Nineve looks up at me with a pitiful expression, moistening her big eyes as if she will cry at any moment.

But still, it’s not okay.

Kero is not a pet. A special frog born with the destiny of becoming the leader of Frogman in the future.

“Nineve. Let’s go back slowly. You can come back next time, so let Kero go now. He should be able to sleep comfortably.”

And when I see a turquoise frog sleeping in Nineve’s arms, I get heartache for some reason.