I Became the Son of an Evil Dragon

78 – A Puppet Tied by the Thread of Love

The magic surrounding the mansion seemed to have been lifted.

That’s why I was able to go out to the front door from time to time and meet Mr. Luterrier, who was tied up again.

It was possible because my mother said she would allow that much.

Of course, the distance is far. Ten minutes down.

And,

“…Are you okay?”

“I guess I’m used to it now.”

“Do you know what I’m asking?”

With a lot of ‘tokens’left around his neck

Getting black bruises was no longer a big deal.

When I touched his neck his his his, Mr. Luther, leaning against the wall, bit his lip and looked at the floor.

“…I didn’t mean to run away with you.”

I didn’t bother to reply to that.

Because I thought that whether I ran away or not, the result would have been the same.

No matter what you think or put into action –

I would always walk the same path and face the same results.

Even if by some miracle I get a chance to go to a city far away from my mother and hide somewhere –

What would happen if I accepted it could now be concluded with only one fact.

I am in this mansion,

I couldn’t escape.

If I add up all the time I spent looking outside, would it be a year, or even a month?

“…If you want to leave, I think you probably won’t have much time left.”

Lightly sweep the itchy mark with your hand,

I looked at Mr. Luterrier’s face for a moment as he leaned against the wall.

Eyes that don’t sparkle have already lost hope.

I wonder if mine is like that too.

“…If I leave, there are people who will tell me to go after your mother.”

“They say the Knights of Ormr have completely dispersed.”

I sat down on the other side and thought about the stories I heard last night.

And then he looked ahead.

Golden fur that no longer shines.

A thin tail that seems to have forgotten how to flutter.

I wonder if I’m sleeping properly, the darkening of my eyes.

I even got a lot of scars from places I didn’t know.

Everything was so different from the demon hunter and adventurer I had met who was an excellent dog beast.

…If I hadn’t been attracted by that appearance,

If only I hadn’t held her hand to get away from her mother,

Could she have made her her tail her wag a little happier?

“…The Knights of Ormr are not the problem.

It’s just that… I guess she’s starting to understand why your mother hates other people so much.

If you only knew how many monsters there are… Who are interested in the dragon’s story – “

“I know.

…Now, I know.”

Ms. Luterrier was not the only one who came to understand her mother’s situation.

Watching everything from the side,

Because I was the one who heard all the earnest voices that she confessed to me.

“Then the answer is simple.”

“…Even if I spend my whole life here.

Even if I can’t see the outside forever?”

Peel off the dragon’s scales,

The whip-like thing that hit my face and arms was gently placed in my arms, and then wrapped around my legs again.

Mom told her story about the seal.

“…It doesn’t really matter, does it?”

Mom seemed to have brought a lot to Mr. Luterrier, who had put a spear in the dragon’s eye.

He took the blanket out from behind his back, laid it on the floor, and slowly laid his body down on it-

“My fellow adventurers, whom I knew to some extent, were blinded by the bounty,

I still vividly remember the moment when they threw the noose at me.

And the malevolent nature of the dragon that told me to give up something that didn’t belong to me and tormented me with fists and a knife…”

Rolling your body little by little,

After her tail she trembled, she hid her her body her her under the blanket,

I turned my head towards the door with only my face exposed.

“I knew enough about the outside world.

So, now I want to rest.

“Demon hunting and all, I’m just… Tired now.”

After saying those words, Mr. Luterrier closed his eyes and quietly inhaled and exhaled.

A little bit of the power in my face is relieved, and the corners of my eyes are lowered, probably because I’m comfortable.

Or maybe because I gave up everything, I no longer have any regrets and have become comfortable.

But I never got anything.

I’ve never been on an adventure,

I have never been an adventurer,

I have never escaped this life.

How can I ‘know’ that comfort?

I couldn’t understand what I didn’t know.

I could learn it, but it wasn’t mine.

Above all, I couldn’t even compare it to my own experience.

“…”

Unable to ask her any more questions as she slept comfortably, I got up.

Then she walked to the study where her mother was waiting.

Even though there was no full moon, the rule had already been broken twice.

Is there really any meaning to this kind of life?

Would people applaud a story that fails to achieve something?

What have I become?

The words of the already dead dragon kept ringing in my ears.

Magic that stayed at the lowest level,

And the dragon’s plaything.

I couldn’t deny those two expressions.

The wounds left by those words have not healed.

***

“According to popular belief, humans who eat the heart of a dragon become as strong, healthy, and wise as the dragon…”

As soon as I opened the door, my mother said that and closed the book.

Then, he put it on one side of the colorful bookshelf.

The legs moved first even before the hands opened.

I put my hand between his naturally open arms and hugged his waist.

Then the usual warmth was poured onto his head.

My mom and I were used to this behavior that had become a routine and even a rule.

“What do you think?”

“Is there a story like that because someone actually tried it, or is it just…”

“Horns, scales, and claws.

All of them have been used by humans.

In that sense, wouldn’t it be a story worth believing?”

“…You want to feed me?”

There was no other reason.

And then my mother hugged me tightly and held her breath tighter.

I was happy.

“The longer you live, the more I will have to teach you.

Then, you, who are smart, will discover new things… And then I will learn them.

We will spend so many years together.

Just imagining it… I’m really looking forward to it.”

You couldn’t expect something you couldn’t get.

But what you get is always something that makes your mouth water.

In that sense, there was a big difference between my mom and I.

…I could no longer go against my mother’s will.

And even if I went against it, there was no way I could gain anything.

If you try to go outside, you will be caught,

If I said I didn’t like being held, it was clear that he would calmly tease me on the bed until I said he liked me.

It was a fact I knew well.

Because I experienced it.

Mom has already gotten everything.

And then what you can get from me, even if it’s just a small part of life –

She enjoyed making it her own.

Like a puppet show made with flames when I was a child…

I was a flame dancing on my mother’s hand.

“In that sense, I was thinking about how to cook it.

Should I bake it? Should I boil it? Should I steam it?

How do you eat it?

Cut it into small pieces and eat it in one bite? Or bite it off whole?

That’s right, the dragon’s heart mixes and mixes with mana,

If not controlled, all kinds of things can happen.

Of course, I am in charge of the heart of the dragon that caused yesterday’s division.”

The meaning of those cold words that he no longer calls his father his is-

If it helps me, even if it’s a dragon’s heart, bones, or flesh,

It was like they wouldn’t miss the opportunity to feed me.

So the things on the desk were cooking books,

Right now, my mother’s only interest was in what I ate.

“Don’t worry.

Even if it were the heart, it wouldn’t be that bad.

Above all, don’t you know my skill as I have always cooked the dishes you enjoyed?

It’s okay, you don’t have to worry.”

Rather than worrying, I was despairing.

It’s so painful to know that I have to say goodbye to my life that has left my hands.

No matter how sad and resentful I was, it was clear that nothing would change.

No matter how much I stretched out my arms and legs hanging by a thread, I couldn’t go any further.

“As a bonus, I need to prepare something for Luther to eat.

I think he would like it if I gave him some meat. What do you think?”

But clearly and in a small way,

There were still parts of my mother that I wouldn’t care about if I didn’t love her.

Of course, the answer will always follow what is given,

In the process of doing it, my mom always asked for my permission.

“I think you’ll probably be happy.

“I’ve never met my mom’s cooking that wasn’t tasty, at least not for me.”

“So? Huh, heh, I see.

I’m glad you always ate it with pleasure.”

Red light stretching beneath the green meadow.

The world of the same scenery that I had seen over and over again was unfolding outside.

Always means that there is no change,

Therefore, it also meant that we could not expect anything new.

I was feeling the pain it brought,

Still, I couldn’t say I didn’t like it.

At least when the death brought about by the snow storm was approaching,

So much so that I forget the days when I was young and spent the night suffering from hunger.

And I wasn’t stupid enough to forget my mom who saved me.