Chapter 13: Chapter 13: The Proper Demeanor of a Dragon
Artoria wanted to mediate the relationship between the young dragon and humans. But before that, there was one thing she had to figure out.
"Why do you hate humans so much? Is it because they caught the fish you were raising?" Artoria first glanced at the girl standing in the corner, then pulled the young dragon's wing and asked "secretly."
Her control of the volume was quite exquisite—it was just at a level that was "not very loud, but could be heard by the girl behind her." She was trying to let both sides of the conflict understand each other's conflict, to prepare for the next step of "resolving the conflict."
Facts proved that this young Red Dragon King still had a high emotional intelligence. Her words and actions, if not watertight, could be said to be quite thoughtful—at the very least, she had absolutely not reached the so-called "not understanding the human heart" stage.
Shiroryu glanced at Artoria. He knew very well what this ahoge-head was planning, but he had to accept her "proactive mediation."
"Hmph—"
"Alright, I wasn't going to say it... but if it's you, then I have no choice."
The young dragon cried out, but both Artoria standing beside it and Vena standing behind them had already established a connection with the dragon and could understand this ancient and mysterious language.
"I never said I hate humans. I'm just indifferent to them."
Shiroryu snorted coldly and spoke his true thoughts. Although he was once a human, he was now a genuine dragon—although a young one, he had already established the worldview a dragon should have.
Now when he looked at humans, it was probably like how humans looked at a pack of stray dogs in the village. If you said you hated them, that would definitely not be the case. Occasionally, you might even show some kindness and feed them some leftover sausages or small snacks. This was also the reason why Shiroryu would take the initiative to help those dying people.
As a person, when you are about to go out and find a group of dying stray dogs lying at your doorstep, you can't possibly not help them, right? As for being angry because they ate the fish he was raising... that was even more nonsense. Those fish were actually the "supper" he had prepared for Artoria. If anyone should be angry, it should be her.
"Ah? You're not angry? And you don't hate humans? Then why do you have this attitude towards her? I heard from her that she prayed in that temple for seven days, but you never came out to see her." Artoria blinked, her pretty face filled with confusion.
—But she never expected that in the face of this question, the young dragon would give such an answer:
"I don't hate humans. I just hate her."
Shiroryu answered as a matter of course. The undisguised disgust that came from his words made the girl who was eavesdropping on the side can't help but shiver. It also made the expression on Artoria's face directly change from confusion to bewilderment.
"Ah???"
...
Shiroryu hated this girl. He hated this girl whom he had personally saved, and who was grateful to him, praying piously every day. Was this hard to understand? No, it was actually not hard to understand—it just required a slight change of perspective.
Don't look at this matter with the concept of a "human," but with the concept of a "dragon."
"You've been with those humans for too long. You've forgotten our proper demeanor."
The young dragon flapped its wings and began to circle in the sky. He told Artoria that only gods needed the prayers of believers, and only humans would place their illusory hopes on false gods.
"We are not gods. We are dragons. And she is a dragon-kin."
Prayer—in the eyes of a dragon, this word was almost synonymous with "cowardice." Will the enemy show you mercy because of your prayers? Will the prey turn into pieces of meat by itself because of your prayers? No, it's impossible. Such a thing does not exist in the world.
Even a dragon cannot "stare at an enemy and have them immediately surrender and automatically become fish on the chopping block." Even a rabbit, when facing a life-and-death crisis, will use a technique like a "rabbit's kick" to fight for its life!
All power and authority must be tested by blood and fire. The so-called king's throne can only be cast from white bones—this was a principle the young dragon had understood in its first battle, but Artoria had not yet grasped it.
"It's all that magus's fault. He taught her too well."
First, he created a monster with forbidden magic, then forced this monster into a human's skin, and finally, put the shackles of [Chivalry] on this monster disguised as a human. "Look, what a perfect king!"
—A magus who had made a big mistake without knowing it, with a pair of clairvoyant eyes that were better off blind.
...
The young dragon circled in the sky. Artoria raised her head, looking at the freely flying young dragon, lost in thought. Vena, standing not far away, lowered her head, silent, also thinking about her own things.
The empty valley suddenly fell into a strange, quiet atmosphere. But this strange quiet did not last for too long—
"Th-this is it."
Outside the narrow mountain path, a sound of hurried footsteps suddenly came, as well as a series of expectant voices.
Vena suddenly raised her head, looking at the rock peak that could only accommodate one person with a disbelieving and panicked gaze—her eyes were filled with pleading. "Don't come over, don't come over, don't come over..."
She prayed loudly in her heart, hoping that those clansmen could hear her call. But, of course, she had not mastered "sound transmission magic," so how could she possibly convey the voice in her heart to her clansmen?
"And this is why I hate her. Knowing what the result will be, yet doing nothing. Just standing there praying, placing all hope on the so-called gods."
The young dragon flew down from mid-air, landed on Artoria's shoulder, and used its claws to pull out the longsword that had been on her back.
"Clang—"
This was not just the sound of the sword falling to the ground. It was also the sound of the girl's heart breaking.
"You have two choices now."
"The first choice, you can pick up this sword and kill all the humans you can see, to prove your loyalty—I will accept you and make you my subordinate."
"The second choice, you can also pick up this sword and attack me, to prove your courage—I will recognize you and grant you an honorable death."
"But no matter what, you can't just stand there and do nothing."
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