Chapter 483: Scent of Flowers
I went to my island tower to display the ivory flower ornament on my collection shelf.
After pushing the dragon shell a bit further into the shelf, I put the flower beside the manastone and the black metal fangs in the same compartment.
The core of the blackened fangs must be white — the thought crossed my mind as I stared at the flower carved by the Earthkins. Maybe the black spirit hadn’t totally invaded the dragon’s body, so part of the fangs retained its original color?
Besides, it seems like the black dragons I saw earlier that hadn’t been possessed by black spirits had white claws and fangs. Hmm, I guess it depends on the individuals? The tip of the orange dragon’s claws and fangs had a bit of color, after all.
Great, my collection’s looking impressive.
My eyes were drawn to the dragon shell as I gazed at my shelf. I wonder, if polished, will it take on a slightly translucent black similar to the relief carvings made by the Earthkin, or would it become pitch black? Oh well, the shell looks cool as it is, so I’ll just leave it this way.
Among the beautiful manastones, there are some ancient gold coins I got from Khan’s treasury, a piece of rope given by the Earthkins, a cross-section of the gigantic tree branch that Dogou gifted me, a nice-looking stick ー there’s still plenty of space on the shelf, but I hope it will be filled one day.
As I was admiring the shelf, feeling a bit sentimental, I heard a noise ーno, more like a booming voice ーoutside the tower.
What’s going on?
This room is meant to protect my collection, and the tower’s thick stone walls and the single window in this room make it a bit soundproofed. It hardly lets in any outside noise. I turned toward the workbench by the window.
「Uh…. 」
A golden eye with a vertical-slit pupil peered at me.
A feeling of deja vu washed over me. Yeah, I experienced it before, a similar eye had been staring at me from the cliff crevice before the two dragons fought each other. Why is it so close now?
『I can smell it. Human, I can smell it. 』
I heard the dragon speak.
Listening closely, it sounded like a much deeper version of air leaking from a balloon, but 『Language』-san is in top form today too.
「『What scent? 』 」
My heart was pounding, but I’m sure it’s gonna be okay.
Dragons are bound by a contract with the Wind Spirit, so they can only attack humans who venture into their territory at the southern tip of the dragon continent, or those who pose a threat to them.
That’s why I’m pretty sure this place should be safe. Besides, this dragon is the one who spoke to me first ーoh.
「 『Eh? You can think like a human? 』 」
The dragons I saw during my trip to their continent seemed more like wild animals.
『It’s been a long time. I have lived a long time. 』
「 『Oh, is that so? 』 」
Hmm, I guess it makes sense. In fantasy stories, long-lived dragons overcome their instincts and gain a far superior intellect, or they become so bored that they learn human speech. Ah, but there are also some dragons who can speak from the get go.
『I can speak in human speech because of the wind spirit, the wind spirit that coexist with me and the sound spirit, the sound spirit that possesses me.』
Uh, so you’re saying that the wind spirit coexisting with you is related to the sound spirit, so it’s converting your words to human speech? Uh, sorry to burst your bubble, but it’s not really working.
「 『I can understand Dragonian speech too… 』 」
How should I say it? Should I tell him clearly that he can’t speak human?
『I see. Then let me ask you. I will ask you. 』
「 『Yeah? What is it? 』 」
Alright, I got this.
I’m getting used to the dragon’s presence, I think? He’s scary not because of his aura, but because he’s ginormous, I guess. He’s super cool, but so huge that it’s frightening.
Eh, judging by the size of his eye, he’s probably submerged in the sea while peeking at me? Or is he stretching his neck from above the tower?
No, wait a sec, this dragon is definitely visible from Nalluahdid, isn’t it!?
『Child. The scent of my child is here. Why is that? 』
…
Which one!? Ah, no, the black dragon couldn’t fly. Since this dragon is peering at me here, so that meant he must’ve flown here. So it must be the orange one, huh! Ahh, I’m so glad I didn’t eat that one!!
Eh, wait, is the scent leaking from 【Storage】!? Ah, no, I doubt that.
「 『This one? 』 」
I took the fang from the shelf and walked towards the window.
I held one of the black fangs and the flower ornament that had been carved from a fang.
『That’s it. I’m not sure if it’s because it’s in the shape of a flower, but the scent carried by the wind spirit is strong. That’s it. 』
Did the spirit associate the scent with the flower or something? That’s troublesome. I’m glad he didn’t go to the Earthkin. Maybe he went here because this place is closer to the dragons’ territory?
「 『Uhm, the owner of this fang had become a monster. 」 』
『I know. The young ones sometimes kill their own kind, but dragons, old and young, actively kill their kin who have become monsters. 』
That sounds menacing.
「 『So, the orange dragon got into a fight with another dragon and both of them died… 』 」
『Burning sunset. If the scales resemble a burning sunset, then it is my child. Where is it? Where is the dragon’s jewel? 』
「 『Dragon’s jewel? 』 」
Eh, is it that the pearl that an eastern dragon carries with its claws? Do the dragons of this world have that too? I don’t recall picking up anything like that, so maybe it fell when they were fighting?
『It’s inside the heart. It’s a jewel born from the heart. 』
Oh, heart, huh.
Okay, I have the entire body!
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