บท 11: My Name is Roen Leonidas!
"My name?" Roel found himself momentarily at a loss for words, and a sense of doubt crept into his mind.
If he hadn't been aware of Freya's true identity and perceived her as a member of the human race, he would have willingly introduced himself.
Regrettably, she belonged to the dragon race, and he comprehended the extent of his renown, making him a sought-after figure among both the demon and dragon races.
To put it succinctly, being the only individual capable of reaching the level of ten mages by the age of 25, he became the target of numerous bounties from races hostile to the human race, with the dragon race being one of them.
This is highly reasonable, given that he represented a significant threat to races hostile to humans, with his formidable talent striking fear into their ranks.
Their concern was that, in the future, he might attain the status of a celestial lord, a feat unmatched for 5000 years, inevitably establishing the human race as the most powerful race in the world.
Certainly, given his present state, where his entire body is damaged due to the poison of the king of hell, it is definite that his future as a mage has been ruined.
Nevertheless, he had to stay vigilant against any threat, despite his current condition.
Swiftly, he regained his composure and offered a slight smile to Freya.
"My apologies for neglecting introductions earlier. I am Roen Leonidas, the scion of a minor Baron family in the Arcadia Empire." Roel introduced himself casually, displaying no signs of anxiety.
This falsehood didn't prompt a blush or any suspicious gestures from him.
"Roen Leonidas? Hmm... a rather unique and peculiar name," Freya murmured upon hearing his introduction, her narrowed eyes almost interrogating him.
"You claimed to be the son of a baron? Then, how did you end up in this condition?" Despite her somewhat suspicious demeanor due to his identity introduction, Freya asked with genuine curiosity.
"Cough! It's a bit complicated to explain, really. In short, someone harbors ill feelings towards me, and they went to great lengths, spending a considerable sum, to scheme against me and bring me to this sorry state," Roel replied, wearing a sad and melancholic expression, as though he were deeply affected by the situation.
If there were an Oscar in this world, he would undoubtedly be the first person called on stage.
Well, the capacity for caution is a survival skill, and lying is not always a negative behavior; it can prove useful in certain situations.
A prime example of this is the current circumstance...
Upon hearing this, Freya seemed to grasp something and released a small sigh.
"So that's the situation. I am genuinely concerned about your condition like this." Her beautiful face revealed a faint trace of sadness, leaving Roel beside her bewildered.
'(What on earth is this? Why do you appear saddened? Shouldn't you be indifferent after hearing my story?)' Roel muttered with a hint of surprise, unable to comprehend.
He had anticipated that after sharing his nonsensical tale, Freya would merely nod indifferently.
Yet, it seemed he was mistaken, and this woman was offering him her sympathy?
'(Strange... This is truly perplexing, and I can't fathom this woman.)' He released a small sigh within his heart.
In his understanding, the dragon race should not behave like this, given their notorious reputation for cruelty.
Especially the black dragon race, renowned as the most powerful among dragon races and famous for its ruthlessness.
Suddenly, a thought crossed his mind, causing a renewed sense of panic in him, and his heart began to race once more.
'(Wait a minute! Hold on! Black Dragon Clan!)' He exclaimed loudly within himself, his eyes widening as he suddenly recalled a crucial detail he had forgotten.
'(Damn it! I completely forgot! The leader of the black dragon race—isn't that the legendary dragon with the title 'Calamity' for successfully decimating the Demon General's army four years ago in the battle between the two races!?)'
His heart felt as though it might burst, and cold sweat rapidly soaked through the clothes on his back.
With stiff movements, he gazed up at Freya, who still wore a smile.
"Hmm? What's the matter, Roen? Are you still in pain? Just let me know, and I'll alleviate your discomfort." Her typically cold demeanor appeared genuinely concerned, and there was no trace of the legendary dragon Calamity in her current expression.
Roel clearly observed this, and his fear gradually subsided.
'(Hmm? Is this woman really the legendary Calamity?)' Doubt once again insinuated itself into his thoughts.
"It's alright, Miss Freya. I might just be a bit fatigued." Roel pretended to wear a tired and sleepy expression, conveying a message that Freya seemed to understand.
"Well, you should take a rest and avoid exerting yourself too much, especially right after waking up," Freya said softly and gently as she slowly stood up.
"Thank you for your concern, Miss Freya." Roel smiled and expressed his gratitude.
"You're welcome, and could you change the way you address me? Just call me by my name and drop the 'Miss'; it creates a bit of distance between us." Her words caused a slight twitch at the corners of Roel's mouth, but he quickly nodded in agreement.
"Um, alright, Freya," he said with some difficulty, prompting an unexplainable and happy smile from Freya.
"Alright, you should rest, and I'll come back to see you tomorrow." Freya smiled faintly before finally exiting his room.
Watching her retreating figure from behind the door, Roel released a sigh of relief.
"Damn it... I was terrified just by seeing her, even though she's the one who saved me." He reclined on the bed and cursed silently.
His gaze fixated on the ceiling of the room in a daze, as if he believed this to be a dream.
His reaction was only natural, for no one could have anticipated that Roel Lionis, a figure humanity took pride in for his talent, would find himself in such a dire state.
As the saying goes, "Anyone will feel joy upon reaching the top, but they will weep upon their fall," a sentiment that resonated perfectly with his current predicament.
"Freya Neiva... Is that woman truly the legendary dragon known as Calamity? But why does she differ so much from the rumors? She's beautiful like a goddess, captivating like a queen, and her gaze towards me, surprisingly gentle, raises doubts about her identity," Roel whispered softly, still struggling to comprehend the woman.
"Huh... Let fate govern everything," he muttered before his eyes finally grew heavy and he drifted into sleep.
...
On the other hand, after Freya exited Roel's room, her gentle countenance gradually reverted to indifference.
Her blood-red eyes had the potential to instill fear in anyone who beheld her at this moment.
"Roen Leonidas..." Freya murmured as she opened her palm.
Suddenly, a photo materialized magically in her hand, and Freya stared at it with a charming smile playing on her lips.
"Hehehe~ Trying to deceive me, are you? Roen Leonidas, or should it be Roel Leonis, hmm?" She chuckled, her gaze fixated on the photo in her hand—none other than Roel in his black mage cloak, smiling softly.
That smile, so flawlessly captivating that it felt as if it could pierce into the real world, left Freya entranced.
"I never anticipated meeting you in such a state. Fate orchestrates everything, and since God has arranged it for me, I certainly won't let you slip away, Roel~"
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