Kapitel 131: The Half-Orc (III)
The hot grilling sound of steak cooking on the pain could be heard as Tart placed it on the pan, making my stomach grumble loudly. There was no way I would say no to free food, especially something that Tart makes. He always makes the best food that I love and knew my taste way too well.
"You guys are eating?!" Stryd shouted out as his voice cracked. "On a dragon?!"
"So?" Tart gave Stryd a funny look, staring at him as if nothing was wrong with everything he was doing.
"Don't you see what's wrong with this picture?!" Stryd asked again, shaking his hand up in front of him in disbelief.
"Don't shout." Tart growled, "I can hear you just fine." He flipped the cooking steak, letting it nicely sizzle.
I was wondering how Tart was cooking on my back, but that question was quickly answered. He was using magic with his right hand, keeping the flames from going out. On the other hand, he quickly stirred the gravy juice onto the steak, giving it a nice smell. He even put some kind of blueberries with it and some onions, because it made my eyes slightly water.
"This is crazy!" Stryd said in half hysteria. "You guys are all crazy!"
"Why, thank you." Tart replied with a smug grin. "If we weren't, we wouldn't be alive today."
"I'm not that crazy." I snorted at what Stryd had said.
"You're definitely crazy," Stryd replied without even batting an eye.
Moca coughed, glaring at Stryd to keep his mouth shut about calling me crazy.
Stryd didn't take the hint, and he continued. "You actually allow all this to happen! You're a dragon. A dragon from the legend, the wise one, the powerful dragon that boasts of destroying cities!"
I understood him perfectly. Right now, I wasn't dragon-like at all and allowed Tart to cook on my back. Honestly, I didn't mind it; food was food. Especially, I trusted Tart on not burning my back, even if that's even possible in the first place. My scales can withstand fire, so it shouldn't matter.
"I haven't destroyed a city yet," I replied, a bit offended that I was seen as some kind of monster. "Though, the last war was a bit intense."
Just remembering about it made me shudder. The horrible screams, shouting, burning of flesh, and the loud clanging sound of the sword echoed in my head. The worst part of it all was the death, the horrible blood being spilled all around me as people were dying in droves. I had become a mass murder, killing without a single hint of remorse.
In my past life, killing humans wasn't something that I would normally do. Actually, it was something that I would never do. The thought of killing someone so quickly was something I couldn't get used to initially, but now it seems that I could do it with just a snap of my finger.
Now that I think about it, this was something I should be very concerned about. I didn't want to become someone who would kill for no reason and become a psychopath like the black dragon. That was something I needed to stay far away from. When I was about to burn that Chief Orc out of anger, it made me realize how my self-control has decreased over time, making me more animalistic and emotional.
I realized I needed to have more control over my bloodlust, anger, and especially my thoughts. It wasn't until now did I truly understand that I was getting powerful as the day went by. There wasn't just human Berry, but Dragon Berry that killed hundreds, thousands of people with just a swipe of my claws and the burning inferno of my flames.
Being able to hold someone's life and extinguish it with a snap of a finger was very enthralling and exciting. I could quickly destroy their life as if it was a small bug on the side of the road. The more I killed, the colder I got.
I shook my head, trying my best to get such dark thoughts out of my mind. I needed to go back to my calmer self, not the girl or dragon ruled by emotions.
"Still," Stryd replied, his voice became louder, allowing me to focus back onto him. "Are you always like this? So relaxed? So….not a dragon?"
"Not a dragon?" I thought it over; he did make some sense. I wasn't dragon-like all the time,
only when I wanted too. "Well, sometimes. This is my real self."
Stryd shook his head, not quite believing what I said, but he couldn't refute my words. Especially because of how chilled we were about the whole thing. He gave up halfway and just sat there defeated.
"You're lucky you're a dragon," Stryd said with a longing sigh, his face fell into a depression. "I wish I was like you to go wherever I want to and even become powerful to do anything you want without other people telling you no."
His words made me realize how fortunate I was. I thought I wasn't strong enough, but there was someone out there that saw differently.
"I'm guessing you have trouble with your tribe?" I asked, there was a feeling that the Orc didn't see Stryd as part of them.
"Well…..yes." Stryd wasn't so open up with his problems and just let it sink in.
"The other's don't see you as their own?" I poked around, trying to see if what I thought was correct.
Styrd didn't say anything. Instead, he slouched even further. His hand was picking at his nails, ready to tear off a piece of his skin. "Kind of." He then sighed deeply as if it was the end of the world. "Yes, they don't think I'm part of them. Being half an Orc and half-human makes me bane to the people. Some say I'm bad luck, or I bring it because of what I am."
"That's completely bogus," I sharply replied. Such superstitions had no truth to it, mostly because it was out of hate for the other species. "Back where I used to live, there were mixed people left and right, and there was no such superstition."
"Really?" Styrd perked up when he heard what I had said. "How were guys able to get along?"
I thought it over, realizing that not everyone got along. "Well, it's a bit complicated. Yea, many people live together from different races, but there are some differences. I personally think it's the younger generation that is more acceptable to the new changes, than the older ones."
"Wow. That's the first time I ever heard something like that. Where exactly is this place?" Stryd brightened up at the thought of such a place.
On the other hand, I realized that I couldn't really tell him that it was on Earth. If he went there like how he is today, he might be seen as a monster or some kind of person who likes dressing up in a Halloween costume every day. When I didn't reply, Styrd started to get disappointed that I wouldn't tell him.
Quickly replying, so he won't get disheartened. "It's in the Dragon Kingdom, located inside the Forgotten Forest."
"Forgotten Forest?!" Styrd asked, alarmed. "Did you actually s-s-say the F-f-forgotten Forest?!" His voice went up an octave.
"Uh, yes?"
"The city that completely pushed back the human army and has the famous Wonder Shop and the number one Academy for the magicians?!"
"Yes…."
"I can't believe this!" Styrd stated excitedly to the point where he was jumping up and down. For a moment there, I thought he would fall off. "What is the Wonder Shop like? Is it true that the city never sleeps? I heard there is hot and cold water and even a sewage system, isn't that luxurious? Where do you live? Are you the guardian of the city? Have you seen Grand Magician Berry?" He shot off questions one after another in rapid succession.
"Woah, Woah, Woah. One at a time." I chuckled. For some reason, I was getting caught up in his enthusiasm. "Wonder Shop is a great place to buy some interesting items like the lamps or potions. Every few months, there is always something new. Though, you can say that the lights never go out in the city, so yes to that question."
"What about the sewage or the hot waters?"
"Every household has them."
Styrd was shocked. "The city must be rich."
"I don't really think so, even the low-income households have them."
"How is that possible?!"
"It's just the way the city was designed. Don was the architect who laid out the foundation of the city itself. He's quite amazing at it too. Without him, we wouldn't have the skyscrapers going."
"Skyscrapers?"
"Twenty stories and up buildings." Tart replied, getting annoyed at Styrd's curiosity. He flipped the meat and let it sizzled. "Our young mistress is the ruler of the city and the Great Magician Berry." He proudly stated.
"You are?!" Styrd asked, dumbstruck, and in awe. He saw me in a new light. For a moment there, I think I'm way too idolized by the way he was looking at me. It kind of made me feel uncomfortable.
"Well, kind of. I'm just standing in for an image. Other than that, someone else takes care of the city. Honestly, I'm not much of a ruler type."
"What are you talking about, young mistress!" Tart gasped as if I've said something strange. "You are the guardian and the ruler of the city!"
I sighed. Being a guardian is one thing, a ruler was another. I wasn't queen material, or did I want to rule. Plus, large responsibility would chain me down, and that wasn't something that I wanted. I just let Tart think of however he wanted, for now, there just wasn't anything to say against him. It just was too much of a headache.
With Styrd still looking at me with respect, Tart spoke. "Young mistress." He pulled the meat off the pain with a large metal fork. "Your food is ready." He threw it towards me, I snapped my head backward.
Perfectly, I caught it up in midair before it fell down. Knowing full well that I would have to dive downwards to catch it before it landed. I don't think the others would like it if I went into a full dive for a piece of meat.
"Here you go!" Another one flew up into the air; I had to do a weird swivel where I almost went into a dive. It caused Tart's utensils and portable stove to be thrown up into the air. Moca and Tart did a perfect synch where they were able to grab everything without much trouble. It was like they were dancing on my back, moving without a single hiccup.
Stryd stared at them with complete disbelief at how easily they could get everything back to its original place as if nothing happened. Even their clothes didn't have a speck of dirt. The only one who was utterly disheveled and frightened was Stryd, who was holding on for his dear life.
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