Chapter 4: Jealousy of a dragon
A month. A damn month enduring Velgrynd's hellish training. Every day was a test of endurance, and today was no exception. This morning, for example, she had me running in circles around the cave while she shot bursts of scorching wind at my feet, yelling at me to "move as if my life depended on it." According to her, it was to improve my agility, but I swear she just wanted to see me trip and roll on the ground like a sack of potatoes. When she finally stopped, she left me panting on the ground, my white hair stuck to my forehead with sweat, and my legs trembling like jelly. "Not bad, human," she said with that smirk of hers, "but you're still slower than a hungover snail." Charming, as always.
But what really has her obsessed isn't my progress with the sword, but that silver aura that appeared a month ago when I blocked her fireball. She won't stop mentioning it, analyzing it like a puzzle she needs to solve. Frankly, I don't care. I just want to improve my sword technique, not spend the day dodging tiny fireballs that, according to her, "would only destroy a small city." How reassuring.
Now I'm walking through the forest beside her, heading toward some supposed city-state Velgrynd spotted from the sky a few days ago. I'm wearing my gray cloak and the mithril sword at my waist, while she walks next to me in her human form, that scarlet red dress swaying slightly with every step. The forest is quiet, only the crunch of leaves beneath our boots and the distant song of birds filling the air.
—You know? —I say, breaking the silence as I adjust the cloak over my shoulders—. We could have flown to that city. You have wings, Velgrynd. You could carry me, and we'd be there in the blink of an eye! Why are we walking like mere mortals?
She doesn't even look at me, her golden eyes scanning the trees with that perfectly mastered air of feigned disinterest. Her sky-blue hair glows under the sunlight filtering through the canopy.
—Flying is for when it's worth the effort —she replies, her voice flat—. This is just a mediocre city-state. It doesn't deserve me spreading my wings for it. Besides, walking is good for you, human. Your legs are a disaster, and I need you in shape for something more than just tripping over your own feet.
—Oh, how considerate you are —I reply, rolling my eyes with a sarcastic smile—. My personal trainer and my torturer, all in one. Lucky me.
She lets out a faint snort but says nothing more. I keep walking by her side, and after a few minutes, my curiosity about our destination gets the better of me.
—Hey, Velgrynd —I ask, glancing at her—. What do you know about this city-state we're heading to? What's its name? What's special about it?
She slows her pace for a moment, her eyes drifting toward the horizon before answering with a serenity that contrasts with her usual attitude.
—It's called Blumund —she says, her tone calmer—. A small, independent city-state, caught between the Nasca Empire and other wilder territories. Nothing special: merchants, artisans, a few mediocre mages. They survive thanks to trade and by staying out of trouble with the bigger powers. I saw it from the sky a few days ago. It has decent walls, but nothing that impresses me. They probably have decent food, and you need more than just roasted meat for a change.
—Blumund? —I repeat, nodding as I picture the place—. Sounds… peaceful. Do you think they have a market? I could buy a few things, maybe some clothes that aren't torn or covered in soot thanks to your training.
She gives me a sidelong glance, a slight curve on her lips.
—Maybe. But don't expect luxury. And if you buy something, make sure it's useful. I'm not carrying your nonsense through the forest.
—Always so kind —I say, chuckling softly—. Alright, I'll behave. But tell me, why are we going there? Just for food, or do you have some secret plan you're not telling me about?
Velgrynd shrugs, looking ahead again with that regal calm.
—Food, rest, and maybe some information —she answers—. I want to learn more about that aura of yours. If there are mages in Blumund, even mediocre ones, they might have some clue. But don't get excited, human. This isn't some epic adventure. It's just a walk.
I smile, satisfied with her answer, and keep walking by her side. Even if she calls it "just a walk," I can't shake the feeling that something interesting awaits us in Blumund. With Velgrynd by my side, I never know what's going to happen, and that's exactly what makes all of this worth it.
Dusk arrives, painting the sky in shades of purple and black as we stop in a clearing in the forest. We're huddled in front of a crackling campfire, the flames casting dancing shadows over the trees. Velgrynd insisted I sit closer to her, saying in that bossy tone of hers that she "wasn't going to let me freeze to death just because I'm too stubborn to dress properly." I protested, as always, arguing that it was very different now that she was in her human form.
—It's not the same, Velgrynd! —I said a while ago, crossing my arms—. When you were a dragon, you were like a giant heater, all scaly and warm. Now you're… well, a person! It's weird to cuddle with you like this.
She just snorted and pulled me toward her anyway, mumbling something about my "ingratitude." So here we are, sitting together, my back against her chest, her arms wrapped around me with that mix of firmness and care that leaves no room for argument. I can feel her breath against my hair, a slow and warm rhythm that makes me blush slightly. I try to ignore the heat creeping up my cheeks, but it's hard with her so close.
Silence stretches between us for a while, broken only by the crackling of the fire. Then, a question that's been circling my mind for days slips from my lips before I can stop it.
—Hey, Velgrynd —I say, my voice softer than usual—. Why haven't you killed me yet? I mean, at first, you were all growls and threats, and now… well, here we are, closer. What changed?
She tenses slightly behind me, and for a moment, I think she won't answer. Then, her voice comes out, hesitant, with a slight stammer I never expected from someone as confident as her.
—W-what changed? —she repeats, as if searching for the right words—. It's not like… it's not like I decided not to kill you for some grand reason, human. I just… y-you're useful, I guess. You cook well, and… I don't know, you're not as annoying as I thought at first. Besides, that silver aura of yours… i-it intrigues me. I wasn't going to waste the opportunity to understand it. And… well, you're not such bad company, even if you're a disaster with a sword and talk too much.
I stay silent for a second, processing her response. Then, a mischievous smile spreads across my face, and I turn slightly to look at her, my eyes gleaming with amusement.
—Oh, Velgrynd —I say, lowering my voice into a playful tone—. That almost sounds like a confession. Useful? Intriguing? Good company? Come on, admit it—you're a little bit in love with me! All that stammering, this cuddling… You even blush when I look at you too much! Is it my irresistible human charm, or what?
Her face turns red instantly, the color rising up her cheeks to match her dress. She pulls away slightly, letting go of me as if I burn, and points a trembling finger at me in outrage.
—W-what?! Don't say such nonsense, you insolent human! —she shouts, her voice breaking between fury and embarrassment—. I am not in love with you, not even a little! You're shameless, a… a walking plague! This is just convenience, nothing more! How dare you suggest something so ridiculous?! If you weren't so useful, I would have roasted you weeks ago!
I burst into laughter, leaning back against her again despite her protests, and nudge her playfully.
—Sure, sure, 'convenience' —I tease, winking at her—. Keep telling yourself that, my favorite dragon. But you can't fool me. That stammer gave you away! Admit it, I'm irresistible.
—Shut up already! —she exclaims, pushing me lightly, though not with enough force to actually push me away. Her blush doesn't fade, and though she keeps growling, she doesn't move away entirely. I chuckle softly, enjoying having flustered her once again, as the warmth of the fire and her closeness wrap me in a strange yet comforting sense of calm.
It was already morning, and we started the day quite early, resuming our journey toward Blumund. The sun had barely begun to rise on the horizon, painting the forest in golden and orange hues as we walked among the trees. My boots crunched over the dry leaves, and though the fresh air filled my lungs, that insatiable hunger churned in my stomach once more. It was strange, like a void I couldn't explain. My body felt fine, full of energy after a night of rest, yet that persistent sensation still nagged at me.
Suddenly, I heard a low growl behind me. I stopped and turned, expecting to find some wild animal, but instead, I saw Velgrynd. She wasn't staring directly at me; her golden eyes were fixed on something beyond, and a faint blush colored her cheeks. She was crouched down, half-hidden behind some bushes, watching what appeared to be a massive deer—a majestic creature with branched antlers and a sleek brown coat. Judging by its size and shape, it looked like a Horned Stag, a common species in this world, as I had learned from her stories. Her gaze was intense, and I knew instantly that someone was even hungrier than me.
She was about to lunge from her hiding spot to chase it, probably in a burst of draconic instinct, when I felt a shift in the air. The temperature spiked suddenly, a suffocating heat that made me blink in confusion. Before I could process it, a massive fireball erupted out of nowhere, roaring before me like an unleashed storm. It devoured everything in its path—the bushes, the ground, and the poor Horned Stag, which didn't even have time to flee. When the fire finally dissipated, there was nothing left but scorched earth and ashes floating in the air.
I turned to the side, gaping, and saw Velgrynd standing with her hand still extended, a satisfied expression on her flushed face. It had been her. Of course, it had been her. I stormed toward her, waving my arms as I yelled in outrage.
—What the hell was that, Velgrynd?! —I shouted, pointing at the smoldering disaster before us—. You just incinerated everything! That poor deer didn't do anything to you! Couldn't you have hunted it like a normal person, or at least let me cook it?! Now there's nothing left—just ashes! You're a reckless destroyer! What happened to 'just small fireballs'? That was an entire inferno!
She crossed her arms, tilting her chin up with that proud attitude of hers, though the blush on her cheeks didn't fade.
—Don't be so dramatic, human —she replied, her voice calm but with a hint of amusement—. I was hungry, and that deer was right there. It was a clean hit. Nothing was left because I didn't want to waste time. Besides, I don't need your cooking skills for everything. I can manage on my own.
—Manage on your own? —I repeated, incredulous—. You just wiped out half the forest for a snack! That's not 'managing,' that's pure chaos! You could've burned me too, you know! And you didn't even let me try first! You're a cheater—a gluttonous, inconsiderate dragon!
Velgrynd snorted, a small puff of smoke escaping her nostrils, and gave me a raised eyebrow.
—You exaggerate, as always —she said—. I didn't burn you, did I? And the forest is still standing. Stop whining over a deer. There will be more. Now, keep walking, or I'll leave you behind.
I growled, still furious, but I knew arguing further wouldn't change the pile of ashes before me. I adjusted my cloak with a sharp motion and kept walking beside her, muttering under my breath about "irresponsible dragons" and "murderers of innocent deer." She merely smirked slightly, pleased with herself, as the scent of burnt wood still lingered in the air.
So many hours had passed that my legs were starting to feel like lead. We had walked nonstop, the sun now high in the sky, and the forest seemed endless. As I dragged my feet, I muttered to myself—just loud enough for Velgrynd to hear:
—We could be flying… It'd be so much easier. I don't know why you insist on walking around like peasants.
I was tired—truly exhausted—my sweat-soaked hair sticking to my forehead, and my cloak feeling heavier than usual. Velgrynd, walking beside me with that effortless grace of hers, seemed completely unfazed by my fatigue. I shot her a silent look of protest, my expression screaming, this is your fault! But I knew convincing her to fly wouldn't be easy. Her draconic pride was an impossible force to bend.
To distract myself and pass the time—and maybe forget how badly my feet hurt—I decided to ask her some questions. I adjusted my pace to keep up with her and started speaking, my voice a mix of curiosity and exhaustion.
—Hey, Velgrynd, since we're apparently walking for eternity, tell me something about this world's magic. How does it work? Is it like in stories, with spells and wands, or something more… I don't know, complicated? You must know everything, being a True Dragon and all.
She shot me a sidelong glance, her golden eyes glinting with a hint of irritation, but she answered with that vague serenity she used when she didn't want to go into detail.
—Magic… —she began, her tone almost bored—. It's energy, human. Everything in this world has energy: the trees, the air, even you. Magic is just manipulating it, giving it shape. Some use words, others gestures, and some just pure will. I don't need any of that; my power is innate. But mortals… well, you lot overcomplicate everything with your rituals and toys.
I frowned, not entirely satisfied. I knew more than she was letting on, thanks to my knowledge of That Time I Got Reincarnated as a Slime. I wanted details, not vague explanations.
—What about types of magic? —I pressed, wiping the sweat from my forehead—. Like… I don't know, elemental magic or unique abilities. Can everyone use fire like you, or are there rules? And what about that silver aura you're so obsessed with?
Velgrynd snorted, her cloak of flames flickering slightly with the movement.
—Elemental, unique… those are just names you humans invented to understand it —she said evasively—. Fire is mine because I am fire, because my essence is heat and destruction. Others have water, wind, whatever. Unique abilities are rarer, something that comes from the soul, I suppose. I don't know exactly how they work; I have no interest in studying them. And that aura of yours… —she paused, looking at me for a second before glancing away—. It's strange. I don't know what it is, but it's not normal. Maybe that's why I haven't burned you yet.
—Maybe? —I repeated, laughing softly despite my exhaustion—. Come on, Velgrynd, you could give me something more concrete. What about magic cores or spirits? Don't people summon those around here?
She shrugged, clearly not as well-versed in the details as I had hoped.
—Spirits… yeah, they exist —she replied vaguely—. Some fools summon them, make deals. Magic cores… I suppose you mean those shiny stones mages use. They store energy or something like that. I don't get involved in that. My power doesn't need cheap tricks.
I sighed, rolling my eyes as I kept walking.
—You're terrible at explaining things, you know? —I said, half-joking—. I know more about this than you do, and I'm not even from this world. But fine, keep up with your cryptic answers. At least you're keeping me entertained while my feet die.
She let out a faint huff but said nothing else. Her answers were vague, and though I knew more thanks to my past life—the magic systems, the higher spirits, unique abilities like Rimuru's—I didn't push her further. I kept walking, letting the sound of our footsteps and the chirping of birds fill the silence as my mind wandered between thoughts of magic and the hope that Blumund wasn't as far away as it seemed.
After several hours of walking—and complaining endlessly—I finally managed to convince Velgrynd to carry me. It wasn't easy; I had to use a mix of pleading, dramatic looks, and a bit of emotional blackmail ("Come on, Velgrynd, you're so strong, this is nothing for you!"). In the end, she relented, though not without an exasperated huff.
Now I'm happy, curled up in her arms as she walks with that effortless grace of hers, her scarlet dress flowing with each step. I can feel the tension in her body; she's not pleased—more like nervous about the closeness—and that gives me the perfect excuse to tease her.
—Hey, Velgrynd —I say, resting my chin on her shoulder with a mischievous smile—. Isn't this great? You, the mighty True Dragon, carrying your favorite human like a princess! You must be enjoying this moment, even if you try to hide it with that grumpy face. What's wrong? Do I make you nervous being this close?
She shoots me a withering glare, her cheeks tinged with a faint blush she can't quite hide.
—Shut up, insolent human! —she growls, her voice trembling slightly—. This is only because your whining was unbearable. I'm not enjoying any of this. And stop squirming so much, or I'll drop you right here!
—Oh, sure, sure —I reply, laughing softly—. But that blush says otherwise. Admit it, I'm your weakness! A powerful dragon like you, melting over a mere mortal. What a romantic story—
My words die in my throat as I lift my gaze and see the city-state we've been searching for: Blumund. Its stone walls rise before us, modest yet sturdy, with pointed rooftops peeking over them and a distant hum of activity promising life. I wriggle in Velgrynd's arms until she, with an exasperated sigh, sets me down. The moment my feet touch the ground, I take off running toward the entrance, where a line of people waits to enter: merchants with carts, travelers with backpacks, and a few guards checking documents.
—Come on, Velgrynd! —I shout over my shoulder, excited—. We made it!
She follows at a more measured pace, catching up as I join the line. While we wait, I take in the details around me: the smell of fresh bread wafting from a nearby stall, the murmur of conversations, the laughter of children weaving through the crowd. I turn to Velgrynd, who stands beside me with her arms crossed, watching everything with that mix of disinterest and curiosity that suits her so well.
—See this? —I say, gesturing to the city with a grin—. Blumund! After all that walking, we did it. What do you think? Do you think they have anything good to eat here? Because I'm starving again, and I am not cooking this time.
Velgrynd huffs, adjusting her cloak of flames with an elegant motion.
—It's… acceptable —she replies, her tone calm but with a hint of judgment—. Just another human city, noisy and chaotic like the rest. I suppose they'll have decent food, though don't expect anything to match my refined palate. And don't look at me like that; I'm not carrying your shopping if you get too excited.
I laugh, nudging her playfully.
—Oh, come on, don't be such a snob. I bet you're dying to try something new. What if we find a market? I could buy some spices or maybe some clothes that aren't torn. And who knows, maybe we'll run into those mediocre mages you mentioned! I want to see if they know anything about my mysterious aura.
She raises an eyebrow, glancing at me sideways.
—Mediocre mages are the best you'll find here —she says—. If they know anything about that aura, it'll be a miracle. But do whatever you want, human. Just don't drag me into your nonsense if you get into trouble.
—I make no promises —I reply, winking as the line moves forward—. But admit it, you're excited to explore with me. We make a great team, after all!
Velgrynd lets out a huff, but she doesn't deny it, and that makes me smile even more as we approach the entrance of Blumund, ready to see what awaits us in this small city-state.
As we wait in line, I look around excitedly, my eyes darting from one thing to another. The carts loaded with goods, the guards chatting among themselves, the hustle and bustle of people coming and going from Blumund—it all fascinates me. I'm about to turn to Velgrynd to make a comment when I feel an imposing presence invading my space.
When I turn around, I come face to face with a massive adventurer: tall, muscular, clad in worn-out armor, with a broad sword hanging from his waist. His dark hair is disheveled, and his eyes scan me with a mix of amusement and something else I don't like. I don't feel fear, despite his intimidating stare, but a sharp discomfort prickles at me as he steps too close, intruding on my personal space.
—Well, well, look at this —he says in a deep, mocking voice, leaning toward me—. A pretty girl lost in line. What's a little thing like you doing here alone? Need someone strong like me to watch over you? Although, with that face and that body, you could pay me well for the favor, don't you think?
He grins, revealing crooked teeth. I open my mouth to fire back with something sharp, but before I can get a word out, Velgrynd steps in. I sense her approaching in my peripheral vision, and when I glance at her, my blood runs cold. Her golden eyes are icy, razor-sharp, and her teeth are clenched, a low growl rumbling in her throat. She doesn't say a word—she simply plants herself between the adventurer and me, her presence so overwhelming that the air itself feels charged with electricity.
The man, who just a second ago seemed so confident, starts trembling, stepping back as the color drains from his face.
—Velgrynd, wait! —I exclaim, moving away from the adventurer to get closer to her. I place a hand on her arm, feeling the tension in her muscles—. Relax, he's not worth it! Don't let this idiot get under your skin. I was going to handle him myself, you know? I have my sword and everything!
She doesn't respond—she only growls louder, a deep, menacing sound that makes the adventurer stumble back another step, raising his hands in surrender.
—H-Hey, I didn't mean any trouble! —he stammers, his voice shaking—. I was just joking, I swear!
—Velgrynd, please! —I insist, tugging gently at her arm—. Come on, ignore him. We don't need a scene here. I want to get into the city, not fight some sweaty brute!
Velgrynd's growling doesn't stop entirely, but her gaze softens slightly when she looks at me. Just then, several guards rush over, alerted by the commotion, their spears raised.
—What's going on here?! —one of them shouts, stepping between us and the adventurer—. No fighting at the entrance! Move along, or we'll arrest you all!
I take advantage of the distraction to grab Velgrynd's arm more firmly and pull her toward the city, slipping past the guards who are now busy interrogating the trembling adventurer.
—Come on, my protective dragon —I say, my tone lighter to calm her—. It's over now. No need to roast anyone today. Besides, did you see how he trembled? I think he pissed himself just from your glare! You're incredible, but let's save the massacre for another day, okay?
She lets out one last low growl but allows herself to be led, walking beside me as we enter Blumund. Her face remains tense, and though she says nothing, I can feel the restrained fury in every step she takes. I smile to myself, squeezing her arm a little tighter, grateful for her intervention—even if I'd never admit it out loud.
Now that we're inside, the city's lively chatter surrounds us, and I decide it's best to keep her occupied before she changes her mind and goes back to finish what she started.
As we walk through the cobbled streets of Blumund, my gaze lands on a clothing shop by the side of the road. I point at it excitedly, turning to Velgrynd.
—Look at that! —I exclaim, glancing down at my worn-out clothes: the gray cloak is frayed at the edges, and the light-colored dress I wore when escaping the empire is covered in stains and tears—. I need something new, don't you think? Something that doesn't scream, 'I ran from a wolf and live in a cave'!
I pull out the gold coins I stole a month ago from my father's mansion and office before fleeing the Nasca Empire. I make them jingle in my hand, and my eyes lock onto a dress in the shop's display: it's striking and elegant, a mix of black and gold that catches the light in an almost hypnotic way. Its style is a blend of Victorian and modern: the bodice is fitted, with a high-cut waistline accentuated by gold embroidery shaped like vines climbing up to the shoulders. The sleeves are long and sheer, made of lightweight black fabric that ends in tight golden cuffs. The skirt is wide, flowing in fluid layers that graze the floor, with a subtle metallic sheen along the edges that gives it a contemporary touch. It's sophisticated yet bold—perfect for someone who wants to leave behind their noble past and start anew with style.
I step into the shop, pulling Velgrynd along, my eyes sparkling with childlike excitement as I take in my surroundings. There are shelves full of colorful fabrics, dresses hanging on racks, and gleaming accessories displayed in glass cases. The air smells of fresh linen and new leather. A middle-aged woman, her hair neatly tied in a tight bun and an immaculate apron around her waist, approaches us with a professional smile.
—Welcome, ladies —she says, offering a slight bow—. How may I assist you today?
—That dress! —I reply instantly, pointing at the black and gold one in the display—. I want to try it on. How much is it?
The woman studies it for a moment before answering.
—It's a unique, handmade piece. The price is fifteen gold coins.
I don't worry about the cost; the coins I stole are more than enough. I pull out fifteen pieces from my pouch and hand them over without hesitation, excitement bubbling in my chest.
—Here you go —I say, grinning—. Velgrynd, wait just a few minutes, okay? I want you to see how it looks on me!
She opens her mouth to say something, but her eyes drift toward the window. Outside, a pair of elderly men in long robes and carrying staffs walk past; their white beards and the faint glow around their hands suggest they might be mages. Velgrynd watches them with interest before nodding at me, her voice calm.
—Alright. I'll wait patiently —she says, crossing her arms as she leans against a nearby wall.
I nod enthusiastically and follow a second woman—a younger assistant with a kind smile—who guides me to the women's dressing room at the back of the shop. She carries the dress carefully in her arms, and I practically bounce behind her, eager to put it on and shed my ragged fugitive appearance.
The dressing room door closes behind us, and as the assistant helps me untie my old clothes, I can't help but imagine Velgrynd's face when she sees me walk out in this dress. This is going to be epic!
After a few minutes, I step out of the dressing room, renewed and clean, the black and gold dress fitting my body as if it were made for me. The sheer sleeves drape elegantly over my arms, and the skirt flows around me with each step, the golden shimmer catching the shop's light. I feel like a new person, ready to conquer Blumund. But as I open my mouth to call Velgrynd, my words catch in my throat at the scene before me.
One of the elderly men who had passed by earlier, clad in a gray robe with his staff resting beside him, is now kneeling before Velgrynd. She doesn't look impressed or frightened; her face is tense, her golden eyes cold and gleaming. I, on the other hand, grow nervous as I notice the wary stares from people outside the shop and the woman who had assisted me—whispers of fear passing between them. I quickly walk toward Velgrynd, adjusting my skirt with one hand while raising the other in a conciliatory gesture toward the old man.
—I'm so sorry, sir! —I say, my voice trembling slightly—. I don't know what happened, but please, forgive any misunderstanding. We didn't mean to cause trouble—
Velgrynd cuts me off before I can finish, her tone sharp and decisive.
—Don't apologize, Eidel —she says, not taking her eyes off the old man—. These mages can help me. Or rather, help us.
Before I can process her words, she grabs the old man by the edge of his robe with a firm grip and drags him toward the shop's exit, completely ignoring the stunned and fearful gazes of those around us. The woman behind the counter lets out a small gasp, and I rush after Velgrynd, lifting my skirt to avoid tripping as I shout apologies over my shoulder.
—Sorry, sorry! —I call out to the shop—. Don't worry, everything's fine! Just… uh, a misunderstanding! Thanks for the dress!
Outside, Velgrynd leads the old man into a secluded alley, away from the dispersing crowd. I follow, slightly out of breath, until we stop in a shadowy corner between two buildings. The old man, his white beard trembling, straightens as best he can, clearly intimidated by Velgrynd's imposing presence. She lets him go, crossing her arms, and begins interrogating him with a voice dripping with authority.
—What does it mean for a human to be protected by an aura? —she asks, her eyes narrowing—. Speak clearly, old man. I saw a silver aura surrounding her a month ago, something that blocked my magic. What is it? Where does it come from?
The old man swallows hard, adjusting his robe with trembling hands before responding, his voice hesitant and vague.
—Uh… an aura that protects a human… —he begins, bowing his head apologetically—. Forgive me, my lady, but I'm not entirely sure. It could be many things. Perhaps an innate gift, a fragment of ancient magic within her soul… or maybe a connection to something greater, like a spirit or an entity. I can't say for certain. I am but a humble mage, not a scholar. I'm sorry, I have no further details.
Velgrynd lets out a low growl, clearly frustrated by his vague response, and I step in, placing a hand on her arm to calm her.
—Hey, Velgrynd, don't push him too hard —I say, offering a nervous smile—. The poor man is doing his best. Besides, it's not like we need to know everything right now, right? We'll figure it out. And look, at least I got an amazing dress in the meantime!
The old man nods eagerly, seizing the opportunity.
—Yes, yes, I'm very sorry! —he says, bowing again—. I don't have more answers, but if I may, there are others in Blumund who might know more. Wiser mages, perhaps in the central plaza. I apologize for not being of more help.
Velgrynd exhales sharply but doesn't press further. I pat her arm and give the old man a kind smile.
—Thank you anyway, sir. Don't worry, we'll be fine. And sorry for the scare!
The old man mutters another apology and quickly scurries away, leaving us alone in the alley. I glance at Velgrynd, who still looks tense, and decide to lighten the mood.
—Well, that was intense —I say, twirling to show off the dress—. What do you think? Do I look mysterious enough for that silver aura of yours? Come on, at least tell me I look good after all this!
She glances at me from the corner of her eye, still tense, but she can't stop the slight curve of her lips before she looks away with a grunt.
I smirk mischievously as I glance at Velgrynd, spinning slightly so the black and gold skirt flutters around me.
—Hey, Velgrynd, look at me —I say, placing a hand on my hip—. Don't I look like a princess now? A very lovely one, too! I don't remember how I was in my past life, but at least I know I have good taste in fashion. This dress is perfect. Although… —I pause, touching my chin thoughtfully— I wonder how I'd look in men's clothing. Pants, an elegant jacket? I bet I'd be just as striking.
I'm about to keep rambling when Velgrynd suddenly steps closer, her gloved hand brushing through my white hair with unexpected gentleness. I freeze for a second, surprised, before a mischievous grin spreads across my face. I can't resist teasing her.
—Oh? What's this? —I say, leaning toward her playfully—. The mighty Velgrynd stroking my hair? Wow, now this is new! Is it because I look so irresistible in this dress, or can you just not keep your hands off me? Admit it, I'm winning you over little by little! What's next, a hug? A compliment? Come on, don't hold back now, my favorite dragon!
She quickly withdraws her hand, her cheeks turning red as she shoots me a deadly glare.
—Shut up, you shameless human! —she growls, crossing her arms—. I was just… fixing your hair. It was messy. Don't get ridiculous ideas! You're as insufferable as ever.
—Oh, 'fixing' my hair! —I reply, laughing—. That's the worst excuse I've ever heard. But fine, I'll forgive you for being so sweet to me. It's adorable how hard you try to hide it!
Velgrynd lets out a loud huff, the warm air ruffling my bangs, but she says nothing more. After a few more playful jabs, I decide it's time to move on. I straighten up and point ahead.
—Let's head to the central plaza —I say, recalling the old man's words—. That mage said we might find answers there. Who knows, maybe we'll uncover something about my mysterious aura!
She nods, still frowning, and we start making our way toward the plaza. When we arrive, I stop in my tracks, awestruck by the sight before me.
Blumund's central plaza is massive—an open space surrounded by stone buildings with slanted rooftops and tall windows. In the center, an enormous fountain shoots crystal-clear water into the sky, encircled by statues of heroic figures carved from white marble. Market stalls line the edges, their vibrant canopies sheltering goods ranging from fresh fruits to dazzling jewelry. The air is thick with aromas—freshly baked bread, exotic spices, and the faint scent of incense drifting from somewhere nearby. The place is alive with movement: merchants shouting deals, children weaving between adults' legs, and adventurers lounging on wooden benches. It's a vibrant chaos, full of life.
As I take it all in with bright eyes, I notice a group of elderly men on the far side of the plaza. They wear long, dark robes embroidered with faintly glowing symbols, and some hold staffs adorned with embedded gems. Mages, no doubt. Velgrynd sees them too—her golden eyes narrowing as she takes a step forward, clearly ready to confront them. But before she can move any further, I stop her, placing a hand on her arm.
—Wait, Velgrynd —I say, my voice firm but with a confident smile—. Let me handle this. I can convince them. We don't need you dragging them by their robes again and scaring half the city. Trust me, I know how to talk to people. Just relax and watch me work!
She eyes me skeptically but, after a moment, lets out a low grunt and crosses her arms.
—Fine —she says curtly—. But if you fail, don't blame me for stepping in. Do it quickly, human.
I nod eagerly, adjusting my dress, and stride toward the mages with determination, ready to use my charm—and a little improvisation—to get the answers we seek.
I confidently approach the group of mages, the black and gold dress billowing around me, ready to flash my best smile and a few convincing words. But before I can even open my mouth, a shadow looms over me, blocking the sunlight. I look up and find myself face to face with the same muscular adventurer from before—the one who nearly caused a disaster at the entrance line. His armor jingles as he plants himself in front of me, invading my personal space once again with that smug, arrogant grin. He doesn't even give me time to say a word.
—Well, well —he says, his deep voice dripping with mockery as he looks me up and down—. Looks like your protector, that other gorgeous woman, isn't by your side anymore, huh, little one? What a shame. A pretty thing like you, all alone and vulnerable… I like that dress, it really highlights what you've got. I bet I could make good use of you, huh? Something soft like you shouldn't be walking around without someone to… take care of you.
His words are slimy, and his tone grows even more lecherous as he leans closer, the stench of sweat and metal filling the air.
—And that little body… —he continues, licking his lips—. I could have fun with you all night. Don't worry, I'll treat you well… or not, depending on how much you make me beg.
The mages watch from the side, their expressions serious but making no move to intervene. I'm just about to respond, my hand already reaching for the hilt of my mithril sword, when I feel a scorching heat in the air. I wince in pain, looking down at my hands—faint burns redden them, the sting making me take a step back. I turn my head and see Velgrynd approaching.
This time, she's not just annoyed—she's furious. Her golden eyes burn like embers, and the air around her ripples with an intense heat. The adventurer notices her too; his arrogance wavers as he instinctively takes a step back.
Before he can say anything, the mages intervene—but not to help me. One of them, an elderly man in a dark blue robe with a staff adorned with a green gemstone, steps forward and speaks in a firm voice.
—Calm yourself, woman —he says, addressing Velgrynd—. This man isn't doing anything wrong. He's simply… expressing his interest. There's no need for violence here. We are civilized people.
The adventurer, seeing that the mages are backing him up, regains his confidence and smirks defiantly. He turns toward Velgrynd, tilting his head slightly with a lecherous look.
—Oh, and you, beauty —he says, his voice dripping with provocation—. How about you join in on the fun? A woman like you, with that fire in your eyes… I could handle you too. We'd make an unforgettable trio, don't you think?
That's all Velgrynd can take. But the final straw comes a second later—the adventurer, in a burst of audacity, steps closer and presses a kiss near my lips, grazing the corner of my mouth with a triumphant smirk.
I freeze for an instant, disgust rising in my throat. Then, I let out an exasperated sigh and wipe my face with my sleeve, looking at him with a mocking smile.
—Seriously? —I say, my voice dripping with sarcasm—. That's the best you've got? How pathetic. I hope you enjoy your last few seconds, because you just signed your death sentence, idiot.
Before he can react, an enormous aura erupts behind me. The air grows dense, scorching, and a deep roar shakes the plaza. I turn just in time to see Velgrynd transform.
Her human form vanishes in a golden flash, replaced by her dragon form—a massive, serpentine body covered in crimson-red scales, white spikes lining her back, and golden markings glowing like liquid fire. She is enormous, her presence dominating the entire plaza, her outstretched wings casting shadows over the buildings. The market stalls tremble, the fountain's water ripples violently, and people scream, running in all directions.
The adventurer pales, falling to his knees as he mutters something incoherent. The mages step back, their staffs trembling in their hands, clearly overwhelmed.
I, on the other hand, cross my arms and glance down at the man on the ground with a satisfied smile.
—I warned you —I say, shrugging.
...
I'm sitting on a piece of rubble in the middle of the plaza, looking around with a strange sense of calm. The city-state of Blumund is in ruins: collapsed buildings, smoke rising in black columns toward the sky, and the echoes of distant screams fading into the chaos. In the distance, Velgrynd, still in her imposing dragon form, ravages what's left, her wings beating furiously and her fiery breath reducing everything in its path to ashes. But me… I'm detached from it all. I don't feel the fear or pain a normal person should in the face of this destruction. It's as if something inside me has disconnected, and though I know I should be horrified, I just watch with a sort of distant curiosity.
My thoughts are interrupted when Velgrynd lands in front of me with a crash that shakes the ground. Her crimson scales gleam under the dim light, and her golden eyes burn with a mix of fury and satisfaction. She spits onto the ground, and from her mouth falls a mage—one of the elders from the plaza. He's alive, but terrified, his dark blue robe torn and his face pale as he trembles on his knees, staring at the dragon with wide, frantic eyes.
I stand up, adjusting my black and gold dress, and walk toward the mage with steady steps, leaning slightly toward him.
—Hey, relax —I say, my voice soft but firm—. Breathe. She's not going to eat you… well, not yet. Just stay still and talk, alright?
Velgrynd growls, her deep, resonant voice filling the air like thunder.
—Keep your promise, old man —she says, her tail striking the ground impatiently—. You swore you knew what I'm looking for. Speak about that aura. Now.
The mage swallows hard, his hands shaking as he clutches his broken staff. He looks at me for a second, as if seeking help, before finally speaking, his voice shaky but gaining clarity as he continues.
—T-the aura… that silver aura you mentioned… —he begins, bowing slightly—. It's not something common. It's an external energy source, not something that naturally arises from a human. It's… it's like a shield, a force that activates to enhance and defend. I've read about it in ancient texts, in scrolls from the era of the Primordial Dragons. It's not ordinary magic, not even a unique skill. It's something that binds to someone, like a gift or a curse.
I frown, crossing my arms as I listen. Velgrynd tilts her head, eyes narrowing, and I take the chance to ask a question.
—Hold on a second —I say, looking at the mage—. An external source? You're saying it doesn't come from me, but from… what, something or someone else? How does that work? Why me?
The mage shakes his head, nervous under Velgrynd's gaze.
—I don't know exactly —he admits—. It could be an artifact, a spirit, or even a lesser god that marked you for some reason. When it activates, it protects you, absorbs attacks, or deflects them. That time it stopped the fire… it was probably instinctive. But I can't tell you where it comes from. I only know it's rare, very rare. Sorry, I don't have more details.
Velgrynd growls again, the sound reverberating in my chest, and lowers her head toward the mage, her fangs gleaming inches from him.
—That's it? —she asks, her voice dripping with menace—. A 'I don't know' and some vague stories? Tell me more. How do you control it? What awakens it?
The mage stumbles back, raising his hands in plea.
—I swear I don't know! —he exclaims—. The texts say it responds to will, to danger… maybe to strong emotions. It amplifies what you already have—strength, magic, resilience. But controlling it… that depends on the one who bears it. I'm no expert, just a scholar! Please, don't kill me!
I look at Velgrynd, placing a hand on her scaly paw to calm her.
—Hey, Velgrynd, give him a break —I say, my tone light but firm—. He's telling us what he knows. Besides, this sounds interesting. A shield that enhances? Strong emotions? Maybe it flared up because you were about to roast me that day. Or because that idiot kissed me earlier! What do you think?
She shoots me a look, her golden eyes narrowing, but her growl softens a little.
—Strong emotions… —she repeats, thoughtful—. Maybe. But this isn't enough. I want to know who or what gave it to you, human. I don't like what I don't understand.
I shrug, glancing at the mage with a crooked smile.
—Well, seems like my aura is some kind of VIP mystery —I say—. Thanks for the info, old man. Anything else you wanna add before my dragon decides you're a snack?
The mage shakes his head rapidly, nearly tripping as he scrambles backward.
—No, no, that's all! —he stammers—. I swear on my life! If you want more, look in the ruins to the north… they say there are ancient texts there. But please, let me go!
Velgrynd huffs, a puff of smoke escaping her nostrils, but she doesn't chase him. I straighten up, adjusting my dress, and glance around at the chaos her transformation left behind.
—Ruins to the north, huh —I murmur, turning to Velgrynd—. What do you say, my destructive dragon? Another adventure on the way? At least now we know my aura is some kind of rare superpower. Not bad for a human, huh?
She doesn't respond immediately, just watches me with those burning eyes, as if evaluating something deeper. The mage takes the chance to slip away, and I remain there, in the middle of the ruined plaza, feeling strangely calm despite it all.
We are already outside the city, the fresh evening air brushing against my face as I watch the sky darken, the first stars peeking through purple clouds. Blumund lies behind us, a heap of smoldering ruins after Velgrynd's rampage. I think about the northern ruins the mage mentioned, but I quickly dismiss the idea. Going that far just for more vague clues? It doesn't make sense, not now. However, another idea crosses my mind, a much better one: Ramiris and the Dwelling of the Elementals. If anyone knows about mysterious auras and strange powers, it has to be that eccentric fairy and her spirits. We might find real answers there.
I look at Velgrynd, who has just transformed back into her human form. Her scarlet red dress flutters in the breeze, and her sky-blue hair glows under the fading light. I walk up to her with a mischievous smile, ready to tease her as always.
—Hey, Velgrynd —I say, my voice laced with amusement as I lean toward her—. What's up with you, huh? You just destroyed an entire city for me. That's love, admit it! Or is it that my new dress has you so dazzled you can't control yourself? Come on, my heroic dragon, give me a smile.
But she doesn't react as I expected. Instead of growling or blushing, she averts her gaze and steps away from me, her expression distant. I stop, confused, frowning as I try to figure out what's wrong.
—Velgrynd? —I ask, my tone softer—. Are you okay? Don't ignore me now, not after all that.
Before I can press further, a golden glow surrounds her, and in an instant, she shifts back into her dragon form. Her crimson scales gleam, and her imposing size makes me take a small step back. Her deep voice rumbles, cutting through the air like thunder.
—We're going home —she says, her tone firm and leaving no room for argument—. Flying this time.
I blink in surprise, processing her words.
—Home? —I repeat, confused—. What about the answers? I thought… wait, flying? Finally! But hey, what's wrong with you?
She doesn't answer immediately. Instead, she lowers her head, motioning for me to climb onto her back. I hesitate for a moment, then shrug and carefully climb up, gripping the white spikes along her spine to keep from falling. My hands find a steady hold between her scales, and I settle in as best as I can.
—Alright, but seriously, what's going on? —I ask, leaning toward her neck while adjusting my dress so it doesn't get tangled—. You're acting weird. Is it because of the mage? Or that idiot adventurer? Don't tell me you're still jealous, because that would be way too adorable coming from you.
I don't have time to finish my teasing. With a low growl, Velgrynd beats her wings powerfully, and suddenly we're soaring into the sky at an insane speed. I scream, the wind whipping my face and stealing my breath as I grip even tighter.
—Velgrynd! —I shriek, half laughing, half panicking—. Slow down! I'm gonna get flung off! What's wrong with you today?
She doesn't answer, just keeps flying, slicing through the clouds with fierce precision. The landscape below us blurs: the forest, Blumund's ruins, and then the more familiar lands near the Nasca Empire. The cold night air stings, but the heat of her scales keeps me steady. Even though she won't respond, I can feel something in her silence—a mix of frustration and something else I can't quite place. As we fly back to the cave we call home, I hold onto her, wondering what has her so distant this time, but knowing that whatever it is, we'll figure it out together, just like always.