I am a badly wounded black dragon.

I don't know where I'm from, I don't know where my home is, and even my name was given to me by someone else.

I still vividly remember when I first woke up.

It was a painful time, in the darkness of the day, and I was weakly curled up in the mine, tormented by torn wounds and sharp pain in my soul.

There are no memories, no past, only the sharp pain of bruises all over the body, and some kind of fear that remains in the depths of the soul.

In the dark, I seemed to hear an ethereal female voice whispering in my ear:

"Original...... That's ...... like this."

"I'm sorry, Odosia, I can't do more because of the limited time......"

"Sleep, sleep, the wheels of fate have begun to turn......"

"Our story...... It's just getting started. ”

……

I am a badly wounded black dragon.

If it weren't for the magical Mithril in the veins, I would have died from my injuries and running out of mana.

But even if I can find Mithril to replenish my magic power, and even if I can rely on Mithril to relieve my pain, it will only be a long time for me to find food.

Until...... I met him.

I still remember the day I met him.

Collapsed mines, billowing dust, violent coughing choking on smoke, and...... A thin, weak, rather delicious figure.

It was a subhuman.

I don't know why I knew it was subhuman, I just knew that the moment I saw each other, the desire to survive almost overrode reason.

That's subhuman, but it's the same ...... It's also food.

I dragged my heavy body to attack, I let out a low growl, I showed my vicious claws, I could see his pale face and look frightened, I could hear his frightened shouts:

"Dragon...... Dragon! ”

But I failed.

Even with the magic of Mithril, my power is still dissipating day by day, and even though I am determined to survive, my body is getting heavier and heavier.

I...... It's so weak that even an emaciated subhuman can't kill it.

I fell in front of him.

I watched his frightened look fade away and be replaced by surprise, and I felt the fear in his heart quickly dissipate and rise...... It's curiosity.

"You...... Injured? ”

That was the last thing I heard before I went unconscious.

……

I am a badly wounded black dragon.

I thought I was supposed to die.

Although I lost my memory, although I forgot everything, I at least knew who I was.

I know what happens to a mortal dragon when it is discovered by those low-level intelligent species, and I know that I am so weak that even a mortal can finish me off on his own.

But...... I'm not dead.

When I woke up again, I saw the bright bonfire, felt the warm light of the fire, and smelled the incomparably inviting aroma.

The emaciated subhuman was sitting by the campfire, quietly barbecuing something.

It's food!

I could see the food on the campfire at first glance, and the tempting smell of meat was even greater than that of the subhumans themselves.

I struggled to get up, only to realize that at some point the wound on my body had been sprinkled with a choking powder.

It was a powder that smelled bad.

But after sprinkling the powder, the pain on my body seemed to diminish in an instant.

"Whew, you're awake......"

"Don't move, you're badly injured, but I'm glad I got these powders from the tribe to make you feel better."

The subhuman said.

Why didn't he kill me?

That was my first thought.

I'm confused.

Very confused.

However, he did not explain, and handed me the food that had been baked in his hand.

This time, I could see what it was, it was a huge gopher.

"Oh, I'm hungry, that's all I have."

"I'm afraid I smell you, it's hard to find the gophers around here, and I've run a long way...... I finally caught one. ”

He said.

I looked at the gopher he handed me and didn't respond.

"Hey, are you okay?"

He asked again.

Strange guys......

I didn't answer him, but I ate the food he handed me resolutely.

Because I'm really hungry.

……

I am a badly wounded black dragon.

I don't know why he saved me, I don't know what his purpose was.

But I know I'm not going to thank him for the help and food.

I'm a dragon.

It's the Black Dragon.

It is known to be the most brutal dragon species.

For me, food is food.

Even if he saved me, he would still be food.

I decided not to try to kill him yet.

I'm going to wait.

Wait for the body to recover, wait for the strength to return.

I'll kill him with my own hands when I regain my strength.

I would tell him that food should be food conscious.

It's a kind of arrogant stupidity to want to rescue the hunter when you are the prey.

And until then, I'll take advantage of him.

Take advantage of his ignorance, take advantage of his stupidity, take advantage of his goodness......

……

I am a badly wounded black dragon.

Oh no.

With his help, my injuries have gradually improved over time.

He's a very strange subhuman.

Obviously I was scared to death because of my dragon power, but I always ran into the depths of the mine.

Bring me food, bring me herbs.

Although the food he brought was not enough for me to fill my stomach, it gave me the strength to heal myself at the most critical time.

I found myself getting used to his presence a little bit.

He comes back almost every day, and every day he brings new food.

Sometimes it's a gopher, sometimes it's an armor-piercing beast, sometimes it's a mountain hare, sometimes it's a pheasant......

He loves to tell his story while roasting meat over a campfire.

Share your experiences in the tribe and share your daily routine.

Of course, more often than not, they are complaining about the domineering of the mine foreman and the stubbornness of the tribal elders.

He didn't care if I was listening or not, or if I could understand it.

He seemed to just treat me as a silent confidant.

Of course, I also know 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 twisted my head and ignored him.

He scratched his head, and I lifted my head haughtily and swallowed the piece of meat that had just been put in my mouth.

Looking at his somewhat embarrassed appearance, I was in a very good mood.

Well, today's food is a little more delicious than ever......

……

I am a black dragon with lost memories.

When I woke up, I was lying in the mine, bruised, and met a strange subhuman.

The subhuman neither feared me nor exposed my presence, but sought food for me and healed my wounds.

I don't understand why he did it.

Even if I lost the memories of the past, I still knew how much attraction a wounded dragon meant to a mercenary in the secular world, and enough wealth for ordinary people to squander their lives......

Before I knew it, I seemed to be used to being fed every day.

The subhuman named Kyle still brings food every day and shares his daily routine.

And my injuries are also recovering day by day.

I've long since recovered enough strength to kill him.

I didn't do it, though.

Through his storytelling, I already know where I am.

This is the Northlands, a place called Castel, and it is ruled by two young blazing suns.

I didn't act rashly.

Because I know that although my injuries are recovering, I am not yet able to recover enough to face such a powerful being.

I'll keep waiting...... Await......

Wait for the day when the injury is completely healed.

I will kill this self-righteous werewolf with my own hands, and then soar into the sky under the gaze of the blazing sun.

……

I'm a black dragon in a state of confusion.

I don't know how long I've been in this mine.

I just watched the young sub-human step towards the youth, and the immature eyes gradually became resolute.

Gradually, I started to enjoy listening to him share his boring daily routines, and I also enjoyed listening to him complain about his day-to-day life on the ground.

In the dark mines, during the long hours of healing, the stories he told seemed to be the only pleasure of my pastime.

At some point, Kyle stopped coming every day, sometimes two days, sometimes three days, and sometimes ...... Even once a week.

He seemed to be more tired than ever, and every time he came to the mine, most of his sharing routines were replaced by silence.

I'm feeling a little irritable.

I don't know why I'm upset, I just don't like the precariousness of being in the right place.

I don't know when I got used to his daily coming.

I'm ...... I don't want to kill him anymore.

Finally, at one point, I didn't see him for a week.

And when he came to the mine again, it was already half a month later.

I still remember that day.

He limped, apparently wounded, and carried a mountain deer on his back.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Black Dragon, I'm late."

He said with a wry smile.

I've been irritable, but for some reason, the moment I saw each other, I calmed down.

"You've been slow to come this time, what's going on?"

After all, I couldn't suppress my curiosity and couldn't help but ask.

Kyle was stunned.

I saw the deer on his back fall to the ground with a thud, and I saw his eyes widen in surprise, and I heard him stammer, incoherent:

"You, you...... Can you talk?! ”

"Wait...... Mr. Black Dragon, no...... Miss Black Dragon...... Are you a lady?! ”

I proudly raise the dragon's head:

"I am the Black Dragon, a noble dragon, and I have long mastered the lingua franca of Miria."

As I spoke, I glanced at him:

"Also...... When did I say 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 breed, and what surprised me even more was that when I communicated with him, I didn't feel repulsed.

Unconsciously, I don't seem to be as proud as I was at the beginning, and I don't seem to see him just as a self-defeating subhuman.

"These days...... Where have you been? ”

I asked.

I saw the confusion in him for the first time, and he scratched his head, as if not knowing how to answer, before sighing after a moment:

"I'm going to mine."

"Mining? Haven't you been mining all the time? ”

"Yes, but it's different now, Black Dragon...... No, Miss Black Dragon, I need to mine more mines, because I need money, lots and lots of money......"

"What do you need money for?"

Kyle's expression fell:

"The Earl and the Countess died in battle, and the top management of the mining workshop has been replaced, and now the workshop is asking us to dig up more deposits, and if we don't meet the standard, we will deduct our wages......"

"My father has passed away, and only my brother and I are left in the family, and my father used to shelter us from the wind and rain, and the workshop was not so strict before, but now ...... Nothing is the same anymore. ”

"I owe a lot of money to treat my father......"

"I need to pay it back...... It is also necessary to provide for a family...... So, I have to dig more silver mines. ”

"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 fell silent.

To be honest, I don't really understand family, and I don't really understand family.

As a dragon, I also can't understand the meaning and value of money to mortals.

But I had an impulse.

An impulse that even I couldn't understand......

I turned, and under Kyle's quizzical gaze, I returned to the cave I had dug.

I found the smallest one of the stacks of Mithril nuggets I'd rummaged through all these years, but after thinking about it, I replaced it with a larger one.

"Take it, this Mithril nugget should be enough for you."

I said.

Kyle was stunned for a moment, looking at the Mithril ingot, which was bigger than his head, and his expression was a little glazed:

"Miss Black Dragon...... This...... Such a large Mithril nugget...... To give...... Give me?! ”

"Take it, I'm satisfied with the food you bring every time, Kyle, you have won the approval of the great black dragon, and you have become the object that the great black dragon is willing to communicate with, this Mithril deserves to be your reward."

I looked up again and said haughtily.

"Recognition? Premium? ”

Kyle was stunned.

"Yes, recognition and reward."

I nodded haughtily.

Kelton got excited:

"Miss Black Dragon, do you mean to say that we are already friends?"

Friend?

I frowned.

Looking at the little subhuman wagging his tail excitedly, I snorted lightly and said:

"You think too much, I've never been friends with weak beings, it's just a reward."

"It's not...... Friends. ”

Kyle looks a little lost.

I don't know why, looking at his drooping ears, the irritability in my heart is inexplicably a little more.

"But...... You can make exceptions. ”

The ghost sent the gods to the ground, and I held back such a sentence.

After saying that, even I was stunned.

I guess I'm crazy......

As a black dragon, he is willing to put down his body and discuss friendship with a humble subhuman!

I'm a black dragon!

Brutal and ruthless Black Dragon!

What made me feel even more bewildered was that I didn't seem to be repulsed by such a fact......

Habit is such a scary thing.

Before I knew it, I didn't feel like myself anymore!

"Remember, I hate being late, don't have a next time."

I coldly dropped the sentence and turned away.

But perhaps, it would be more accurate to say that it is an escape.

"Miss Black Dragon! Can I know your name!"

Yaren Kyle asked in a loud voice behind me.

Name?

I paused slightly.

What's the name......

To be honest, I don't know what I'm called.

At least...... At that point, I seemed to have forgotten what my name was.

Suddenly, I seemed to remember the call I had heard in the dark on the day I woke up.

An inexplicable seasonal movement came to mind......

"Odosis, you can call me Odosis."

I replied.

"Odosis?"

Kyle was stunned again.

Looking at his daze, I frowned:

"What? Do you have any comments on this great name? ”

Kyle hurriedly shook his head, shaking his head and explaining:

"No, no, no! No Comments! Of course no comment, this is indeed a great name! ”

As he spoke, he scratched his head:

"I just...... I didn't expect that Miss Black Dragon, you would have the same name as a totem that our ancestors worshipped in the legend of our tribe......"

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