Astrid saw herself in the flower field in the night sky. She could see the morning sunshine breaking out on the horizon. The glistening sun was shining down on Draco's back, where Astrid saw standing in front of him. Draco's back glistened gold. Draco turned his head slightly while smiling broadly. The golden light grew brighter and brighter so that Astrid blocked her eyes with her palms.
When Astrid put her hand away, a dazzling golden-eyed dragon flew with a shining golden body flying above the sky. His figure was very majestic and magnificent, making creatures on the land kneeled and made prostrations. Astrid saw the golden dragon landed right in front of her and transformed into Draco with blonde hair and golden eyes smiling at Astrid, then gently kissed her lips.
Astrid opened her eyes and found herself lying on the bed. Sunlight shone on the inside of the room from outside the window. The fresh air and morning dew felt cool against Astrid's skin. The scent of flo
CLANK!Sparks sprang from the hammer on the hot iron on top of the anvil. The hammering sound repeated like the sound of a musical instrument that sounded beautiful. The place was shining brightly with hot embers. In that place, a large, tall man was busy working alone. Now and then, he hummed in his deep voice in a low tone. He loved to work alone. He didn’t like company.Berk was a big, burly man. People thought he was half-human because of his strong and muscular body. His muscular arm looked strong. He loved topless as he pounded his iron hammer against the hot iron on top of the anvil. The sweat dripping down his broad chest and muscular stomach glistened in flames. His workspace was located deep underground, in a mining area, in a naturally formed cave underground.Berk was a man who didn't talk much and preferred to spend his time forging the magic weapons or tooling that his customers ordered. He was a perfectionist and detailed in designing any we
Astrid sat comfortably with her legs crossed on Draco's back, who was flying in dragon form. Edmund had created a protective magic bubble so they could sit comfortably and safely on Draco's back. Edmund made magic that glued their feet to Draco's back so the party could move freely on the dragon's back without fear of falling. Radcliff and Cassia sat and had a friendly, relaxed chat. They seemed to interact like old friends. Astrid observed the interaction between the two of them curiously."So how did you meet? You look pretty close to each other," said Astrid.“We met at the Sorcerer Union. Radcliff reminds me of Jack. He protected me like a little sister,” said Cassia, looking up at Radcliff with a warm smile."What did you do before joining the Sorcerer Union, Radcliff?" asked Astrid.Radcliff crossed his arms over his head thoughtfully.“I am a descendant of the fire clan. The people in my village are of mixed human and human
Berk could hear footsteps approaching from a distance. The tunnel walls leading to his workshop naturally reflected the sound of footsteps. Since Berk wasn't working at the moment, he could clearly hear the sounds from a distance, albeit a little faintly. His heart churned like hot embers. In his whole life, Berk had never killed people Since Leonard took Bowen, hostage, Berk had been obediently crafting various weapons according to Leonard's needs over several hundred years.Berk hadn't visited Bowen in the last few decades. He was tired of getting curses and Bowen's spit on his face. His adoptive father always screamed hysterically, cursing him. Bowen was always wailing for Berk to kill him. Bowen's sanity decreased due to the constant incarceration in a prison cell. Berk could not bear to see Bowen suffer like that, but he also could not afford Bowen's request to kill his life. Berk couldn't afford to lose Bowen yet. Even though Berk was now an adult, there was still a you
"Wake up!"There was a deep voice ordering Astrid to regain consciousness."Amicus, wake up!"The voice was heard again.Astrid's head felt heavy and hurts unbelievably. She opened her eyes and found herself among the rubble. She was trapped among the huge rock ruins with no one with him. Her head was bleeding, and she felt dizzy. Astrid felt her head and felt a sticky, fishy liquid run down her hair. It was blood. Her hands were wet with her own blood.Astrid glanced around the dark surroundings. She tried to move her legs, but a large rock was pressed against his leg, which had been numb a long time ago. Her movements felt weak, and Astrid's strength was not strong enough to move the rock on top of her feet."Damn it!" cursed Astrid complained."I can help you if you want." Suddenly the deep, deep voice sounded again."Who is talking to me? Show yourself!" cried Astrid, a little frightened."Do not be afraid. Look what
Astrid's eyes widened in surprise.There was someone in prison. If her guess was correct, it was likely that this person was the person she had been looking for. However, how did Astrid find out? No, Astrid didn't know. She was just guessing. Still, even though the person inside wasn't the one she was looking for, Astrid couldn't leave that person alone. At least Astrid needed to ask first to find out the identity of the trapped person. She couldn't close her eyes and let people rot to death alone. She couldn't pretend not to see and look away at people in distress. That's not Astrid.Astrid had absolutely no fear of the people in prison. She didn't feel any evil from that person. In fact, that person looked pathetic and miserable. Astrid was sure that person would not harm her. Because right now, she had weapons and could protect herself. If that person messed around, Astrid thought of just beating the person unconscious. At least, that was what Astrid thought at the
Astrid stepped into the steel prison. Urvarth hovered near Astrid to guard her. In front of them was a hairy ball tied in chains in the room. The hairball was seen ducking on the ground and shaking while growling. The creature looked like it wanted to speak, but all that Astrid was heard was a hoarse growl from his mouth.“Urrrgh…. Ggggrrrr ...""Does he want to attack us?" whispered Astrid to Urvarth. Her hand gripped Brun even tighter."I do not think so. It is difficult for him to speak because his vocal cords have not been used for too long,” replied Urvarth."Okay," replied Astrid, nodding. She took out a small bottle of healing water and threw it on the ground. The little bottle rolled away and stopped right near Bowen's crouching down."Drink up. The small bottle contained the healing water from the white dragon. The water will heal your vocal cords. I come in peace. Let's talk before I determine you are a foe or friend. O
In an inn room.Bowen looked at himself in the mirror. He sat obediently in front of the mirror while a humming Astrid smoothed his hair and trimmed it neatly. Bowen's previously disheveled hair had been washed clean and smelled good. Astrid insisted on bathing Bowen if the man refused to bathe by himself. After Bowen finished showering, Astrid led him to a chair and began combing his hair. After finishing Bowen's hair, Astrid cut and braided his beard neatly. Although Bowen's vigor had disappeared because his body was malnourished, he looked even more handsome than before.Bowen still thought everything he was going through was like a dream. His days in steel prison were over. Bowen never thought they would escape from the mine riding a dragon and being surrounded by dragon spirits. It was an honor for a Dwarf like him to fly on a dragon's back. It was an experience that he probably would never have again in his life. And Bowen was grateful that he was still alive to
In the middle of the bamboo forest, there was a garden with a Zen design. In the park, cherry trees were filling the corner. Pink cherry blossom petals flew like pink snowflakes in the wind. There was an artificial pond filled with various types of freshwater fish, including koi fish. Waterwheels made of bamboo blades swayed according to the flow of water flowing from above to the pool. Between the bushes, there was sandy soil engraved with magic rune characters.At the end of the park, there was a path that leads to a large natural lake. Near the lake was a gazebo made of wood with red-orange magic runes carved. In the middle, there was a round table with several comfortable chairs to sit back and enjoy the view while eating snacks.Lycus Lewis was leaning back in one of the chairs, blowing his bamboo flute. The sound of the flute sounded so sad and melancholy. He enjoyed the solitude and serenity he had felt since he was in the bamboo forest. There was a house made o