You've never liked going underground.

Really, even if you've lived in the Dark Regions since you were a child, you don't like going underground.

The dim and even dark side is full of danger, and even the cubs have to learn to hold on to their tough eggshells before the first cry, and to scan their surroundings with bright yellow thread-like eyes. The air is filled with poisonous ingredients, and the occasional smell of sulfur appears, or the tiny footsteps of spiders, or a few murmurs in the darkness, and even if you drink water, watch out for tentacles trembling at the bottom of the filthy swamp.

After all, there is no security in a dark area.

However, you have always heard and seen that the humans on the ground want to burrow underground in order to prove their strength, but most of them stay underground, and become a lunch for some monster or an ornament for the gray dwarves, or the trophies of the swarthy drow, and if they are lucky, they may still carry the stones that can be found everywhere underground, but which are extremely precious to humans on the ground, and then pretend to be nothing, boasting of their exploits.

This kind of [bravery] makes you sick and makes you feel funny.

Humans are people who focus their minds on the face, chest, crotch, and knees.

This belief has been ingrained in your mind for many years, as you become the leader of all the half-dragons in a certain vein, just as the legendary powerhouse.

You've met a group of ...... No, a truly brave terrestrial human.

The Paladin, who is the leader, has not attracted you, and it seems to you that it is a joke to maintain such a golden appearance in the Dark Regions, and his god is protecting him while threatening his life with holy light.

The slender and elegant female mage did not attract you, in the community of half-dragons, you have several fixed mates, even if the dragon's blood is running in your veins, you will not attack them just because there is a female on the opposite side, which is not in line with the laws of the dark regions. What's more, just luring that female mage to the Dead Magic Zone can pinch that guy to death like a bug, even though that woman can grill you to seven maturity with flames.

What attracts you is the young druid with clear eyebrows.

He seems to have elven blood, and he has a delicate appearance, and every time he makes a mistake, he always shows an apologetic smile when he is accused by the paladin who is the captain.

He has a shallow dimple, but when he laughs, he subconsciously scratches his face, just to cover the dimple. This is a little secret that you can only discover as a hunter observing your prey.

These humans continue to roam the fringes of your territory, and they don't seem to realize that they have provoked a being they can't provoke.

Of course, it can't be you, approaching the legend means that you don't have the legend, even if you have hundreds of adult half-dragons under your command, in the dark region, you are still a low-level existence.

Eyeing this group of humans, it comes from the surrounding cities of Drow. The guy, who is only half black, gives you orders with a drow-like smile.

"Go and contain those humans, little lizards. We need slaves. ”

You don't like that title at all, because you know that you are a noble half-dragon with dragon blood flowing in your body.

The guy seemed to see your indifference, and he smiled, revealing his bracers - no doubt that the color was dragon leather, and judging by the luster, it was still new.

"Okay lord, you know, we half-dragons need time to prepare, after all, we are not noble drows who can order forbidden arrangements. Give me three days, my lord, and I promise that we Black Beast Mountain half-dragons will not disappoint the Lord of Drow. ”

Even if you decide to compromise, you maintain the last of your dignity - you say Half-Dragonman twice in your reply to the guy who is only half black, and in Dragon's language.

Decide to follow orders to attack them, but you can't do without demand, the other party's condition is a mace with three dragon teeth, and after weighing the new weapon and the rusty hammer you've used for three years, you nod happily - you won't ask why the other party wants the half-dragon to do it, and why he has only half black skin.

After all, there is no truth in the dark region.

The assault took less than ten minutes to end, and you paid the price of three half-drakes by luring them into a dead magic zone. The paladin has lost the power of the gods, the female mage has lost the affinity of the elements, and even the druid boy who has always cared about you cannot turn into any beast.

You're happy with the deal, after all, it's just three men, and you've got a nice weapon and a pet.

Yes, pet, at the time of the final delivery, you only handed over two people, and the paladin was cut off by you, but it should be enough as a recreation for the drows, you look at the paladin's face and ponder, drow is a matriarchal society, and those female spiders should like the paladin's face very much.

And the female mage, you have already seen his thoughts when you made a deal with that sinister fellow, and you have not without malice to guess that the result of this transaction is that the nobles of the upper class only received a single entertainment item. Hawkers, anyway, there are only women in the upper echelons of Drow, and eighty percent of them don't need women. Even if you do, you don't need to worry about anything.

All you need to care about is your new slave or pet.

"What's your name, human?"

You asked, and reached out and tugged at the chain, causing the druid boy to fall to his knees before he realized his identity.

The boy squirmed his lips and finally lowered his head.

"I ...... My name is Sadwind, my lord. ”

The Dark Regions are like this, whoever has the bigger fist is the ruler, and the weak have only the share of submission, just as the spirit-sucking monsters enslave the gray dwarves, and the drow whips the men. Of course, the reverse is not uncommon, the gray dwarves are out of the control of the spirit-absorbing monsters after all, and the dark regions are always like this, seemingly unchanging darkness, but hidden endless changes.

At that time, you didn't realize what was going to happen to you and your pet.

After that incident, nothing special happened, and there were quite a few adventurers who went underground from the surface every year, but very few left. Those who are missing in the darkness will not be searched. Just like your pet, at first, he was full of hope that his friend would save him, and those eyes seemed to be able to emit light in a dim cave, but as time went by, the light dimmed, but it was still so beautiful.

It's like a star, you think.

Although you have never seen the stars.

That's what you hear from the boy's mouth. The dark region is always boring, as a half-dragon, the only entertainment is in those big cities, mingling with goblins, kobolds, and ogres in the taverns, fighting for ale and talking foul language, teasing the succubus who doesn't know the sorcerer summoned by the warlock.

And for the few gold coins you have on hand, when you lazily don't want to go to the city, you always ask your pet to tell you stories about the ground.

"The world on the ground, it's beautiful."

You lie flat on the stone bed, raise your right hand like a claw, and throw your fingers through the gaps, and all you can see is the rock wall.

"How beautiful is it? Is there such beauty as gold? ”

By your side, it seems, to maintain his dignity, your pet, the young druid, has chosen to turn into an animal all the time - of course, his spell slots are certainly not enough, so he can only remain in the form of an animal, sometimes a bear, sometimes a dog, while he is with you.

Gold is the most beautiful color imaginable, and it can be exchanged for food, ale, and weapons, which is essential to survive in the Dark Realms.

"Of course, my master. Different from the darkness underground, there is a sky on the ground, an ocean, a vast and far-reaching earth, and a beautiful starry sky......"

As mentioned earlier, you don't like to never like underground.

I don't like the damp stone walls that are only a few thousand meters above my head, I don't like the swamp full of monsters, I don't like the underground that is overgrown with man-eating plants that I still haven't identified clearly, and I am even more fascinated by the legendary starry sky.

"So, are the stars there beautiful?!"

Want to see the stars. You think so.

After all, there is no beauty in the dark region.

Life and survival are two different concepts, in the dark area, you can only be scared, even in the most relaxed time, you have to hold on to the weapon, who knows if you will be caught by a benthic magic fish while drinking? Who knows if a black dragon will fall from the sky while ripping around in the tavern?!

"Of course, not only the stars, but everything on the ground is more beautiful than the dark land."

In the eyes of the white wolf incarnated by the young man, there was an inexplicable brilliance flashing. Having lost the hope of going back, he regained the light in his eyes when he mentioned the living environment on the ground.

In the dark region, everyone can only survive, and the beautiful ground can only exist in dreams and legends.

You suddenly understand why all the races crave the earth and fight back against the weak humans on the ground. Because that's jealousy, because that's envy.

Because, there, there is life.

As the days passed, in the dark underground, you still lived a life of leading the half-dragons to fight, rob, and plunder, just like before, but if there is any change, there must still be something.

You find that, before you know it, you and your pet are getting closer and closer, and you're tired of being together almost all day, and your relationship -- to be honest, is getting better and better, and he's ...... Or rather, it occasionally agrees to pet its ears and rubs the tip of its furry nose (or scaly, depending on how he keeps it).

It's been a long time since you've been to a tavern.

The goblins, ogres, drow, and even the enchanting succubus there all seemed like a lifetime ago. You have forgotten the mellow aroma of the ale there, and the smell of smoke that once choked there dissipated in your memory like real smoke.

There is a clear look of hesitation in your eyes as your men invite you to go, and one last look at your pet, remembering the story it told yesterday. Finally, you wag your tail to indicate that you are going to guard the lair.

You see a sneering smile in your companion's eyes, and you seem to understand something, those who once succumbed to your power have begun to plot something.

But you're not afraid, or rather, you have new, bold ideas.

"Think of the earth."

Looking up at the damp stone wall, you suddenly say this

I thought of going to the ground.

Go and see the stars, flowers, rainbows, and lily stories of the maidens.

With it, your pet, of course.

There is a noise behind you, and you look back to see that your pet has escaped from its cage at some point, and you look distressed when you see its claws, which have been worn out, but you can only see its frightened eyes when you meet it. It thought you had gone to the tavern with your men, but who would have thought you were still here.

As soon as you walk, it takes a few steps back, repeats itself, and finally you push it into a corner. It watched as you came over with your mace clenched, even if you used a spell to transform into a giant beast, your pet was still the young druid, the big boy with a shy smile, and in the face of this kind of thing, it did not resist, but closed its eyes tightly as if it were afraid.

Then, it felt the claws clenched by someone. When I opened my eyes, I saw you, revealing a half-dragon man's unique ill-intentioned smile, but your smile was indeed unusually refreshing, making your pet look a little stunned.

"It hurts."

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have put you in a cage."

"If you're trying to get out of here, take this with you." You hand the mace in your hand.

The pet shape-shifting behemoth suddenly came together, and for the first time, it turned into a human in front of you. It pounces on you like a lost child, and the half-grown boy cries.

You don't quite understand why your pet wants to cry, but when you see him pounce on you, I'm afraid it's the only time in your life, you don't have the reflex to dodge, but hug your pet.

"I'm sorry, and thank you."

You hear your pet sobbing as she says.

Inexplicably, you suddenly feel as if something hard has melted in your heart......

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PS: This is the sad story that appears in Volume 0 and some small stories in London, so it's a pleasant short story...... As an otherworldly thing, it comes from a dark region of the DND plane...... It's up to you which version it is

PS2: Second person, it doesn't seem difficult...... I feel that this little story is most suitable in the second person, but 4,000 words is not considered to pay off the debt (because of laziness), but it is finally a little sincere......

PS3: It is said that Sad Wind himself prefers lilies...... If you like lilies, it's okay to take a look at YOOO (look at the sky.)