Became a Hatchling of the Grand Duke of the North - Became a Hatchling of the Grand Duke of the North chapter 83

83 – Cult of Shadows (4)

[Hunter Talisman’s Journal]

[Subtitle: The werewolves of Wegrapher.]

[Somewhere in the Southern Great Forest, deep enough to be untouched by humans, is a wet swamp called the wigrapher.

One of the forgotten primitive dragons, Drake and Wyvern, Lich and the man-eating plant Latios, and more. In this place where ultra-high risk monsters are lined up, intelligent beings called werewolves live together, and those who usually hunt in groups stand tall at the top of the ecosystem, kneeling all kinds of threatening things under their feet.

Those with blue fur that is so hard that even an arrow cannot pierce it,

Although it has not been seen very often by humans, its existence is very famous in the area. Even a backstreet kid in a southern city who had never seen a werewolf knew the four letters of the name Werewolf, so no further explanation is needed… (Omitted)…

Anyway, it was also their fame that they usually took on the appearance of very beautiful women in non-combat situations.

It has a similar feel to the forest elves, but it is a rarer and cheerful race.

And only one of these.

There is a special individual that is born with only one snow-white fur over several generations, and that time was now.

In this generation, surprisingly, a new white werewolf was born for the first time in nearly two hundred years.

As the author of this book, I was almost the only hunter who saw ‘his’ childhood clearly with both eyes.

At the time, I was seriously injured and separated from my colleagues and left alone in a remote area, I was on the verge of death—-… (Omitted)…

His name was Winter.

He was a werewolf who was as white as his snow and could control the cold.

It is said that these werewolves of special birth with white fur are said to have royal lineage, and all of them are so outstanding that they have left their names in history.

They are said to be as great as any other dragon on the continent, with exceptional physical abilities and handling of cold water and chills.

And now, many years later.

Winter, the leader of the werewolves, is famous as the best hunter of the small southern kingdom and the queen’s companion who prevents the invasion of the empire.]

[ㅡ : Excerpt from Talisman’s record 78 years ago.]

‘…It’s winter.’

Late night.

Han, the guardian dragon, was looking through a book.

His eyes pierced the darkness like a luminous body, and thanks to that, there was no problem in reading the complex text of the book.

‘Anyway, it’s still not perfect. How did you read this Ah… Akalan…?’

However, I used to find it difficult to read in between.

A few complicated words or letters that can be seen through the books right away, he couldn’t even interpret or pronounce at all.

That’s because it was a complex word that I simply couldn’t learn.

…The flow is broken.

In the middle of reading the preface of the book, the guardian dragon Han suddenly licked his lips.

I don’t like the current situation where I’m wrestling with only one book.

‘In general, I’ve heard that dragons’ intelligence is so good that they learn by sight.’

But those rumors seemed exaggerated and nonsensical.

Remembering the current situation of the guardian dragon, Han,

It seemed like there was nothing special about that intelligence’s ability to learn compared to humans.

Of course, seeing that once he learned something, he did not easily forget it, so obviously his learning ability was incomparable to that of ordinary people.

Of course, the same was true for the extrasensory ability to handle magical powers.

Well, it was natural in the first place.

If intelligence, that is to say, the level of intelligence was far superior to that of humans, the way of thinking itself would have been different.

This was proved by the fact that the development of intellect did not change significantly even when compared to the previous human days, the guardian dragon Han.

Well, anyway.

Tup.

He slowly closed the book he was reading.

Then he flapped his wings and flew high in the sky.

Of course, I was careful not to wake Lucia, who had been sleeping with even breathing.

‘Billion!’

On the way he stumbled and almost fell close to his floor.

But I managed to persevere.

A strong chill escaped from his wings as he narrowly escaped the danger of colliding with the ground.

[Kiii-.]

Han, the guardian dragon, gritted his teeth.

‘Ugh, mu, heavy. Why is only one book so heavy?’

This old book was as heavy as the size of a decent encyclopedia, and it was also large.

On the other hand, since Han’s current guardian dragon was at least a cat or a small-to-medium sized dog, this book must be a size that would be burdensome in its own way.

After barely putting the book on the bookshelf, he let out a belated sigh of relief.

But that’s only for a while.

Soon, the eyes of the guardian dragon, Han, narrowed. He remembered the unusual human he had encountered during the day.

‘That guy called Winter. He had an unusual aura.’

The name of winter was already widespread on the continent.

The Wegrapher who has been active for over half a hundred years, the king of the swamp. The leader of the werewolves. One of the great rivers. And… The mercenary king.

The names are all different, but the connotations conveyed by all of them were that he was a formidable force.

Guardian dragon Han’s eyes narrowed.

‘Although it is a bit strange to say it like this. That guy and I are definitely ‘of the same class’. That’s for sure.’

It’s clear. Such conviction and prompting came from beneath the surface of my instincts.

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This guy was a werewolf whose name and color are classified as one of the monsters.

On the other hand, Han was the cold white dragon of the far north.

However, they have the same aura with no point of contact or common ground.

It was a strange fact even after thinking about it to himself, but it was the reality.

If you think about it, the name winter is also somewhat strange.

There is no such pronunciation here.

Just as Lucia is called Lucia, and Princess Rachel and Yone are called Rachel and Yone, respectively.

In this world, the majority of names and place names were typical of medieval Europe.

But that’s not the case with him.

Isn’t that just a typical Korean name?

There was no name for winter in this world. One of the four seasons, winter (Saechill), exists, but the names and pronunciations between the two are completely different.

The former was a Korean pronunciation and the latter was a global pronunciation.

However, the guardian dragon, Han, did not take it seriously.

‘Well, it must have been a coincidence.’

Yes. I thought so.

And who knows if the South has its own words and names.

Jjeook-.

Han opened her mouth wide and let out a long, huge yawn.

I can see the sun rising in the distance.

Before Lucia wakes up, you’d better get some sleep.

Even so, she couldn’t just sleep restlessly on her shoulder all day in broad daylight.

‘Yes. Yes.’

Han fell asleep on her table.

* * * *

Jerbug. That buck

I hear the sound of busy footsteps. She could feel her wet body shaking.

‘Uh… Uh, what is it?’

Han, the guardian dragon who fell asleep as if fainting, opened his closed eyes.

I can see that someone is busy moving around.

Wiping her wet hair with a towel and getting ready to go out was none other than her, her contractor, Lucia.

She woke up.

Han, the guardian dragon, let out a very faint sound.

[…Kei.]

Then, Lucia, who inherited the lineage of this astute master, stopped her actions as if she had heard the sound at once and looked back at the guardian dragon.

As soon as our eyes met Han, a welcome smile quickly formed on her lips.

[Ah. Guardian Dragon, are you awake?]

[…]

Han blinked with half-closed eyes.

She didn’t even have the energy to utter a word because she had been away all night.

This aspect was the same as that of humans.

Whether it’s a human or a dragon, if you stay up all night, you’ll have no strength.

At least, the best he could do was to express his joy by wriggling his tail and swaying weakly.

As if guessing Han’s condition, Lucia said.

[If you feel sleepy, it’s okay to sleep a little longer. Today, I will go to the academy by myself.]

[…]

Alone?

At those words, the guardian dragon, Han, weighed it here and there in his dull mind.

He honestly had the urge to sleep in a little longer, but Lucia wasn’t there.

[Kiii-.]

Guardian Dragon Han shook his head.

It meant the opposite. It is her voice saying that she will follow her.

At last he got up from his seat with a low yawn.

Stretching out his long body, he drove away the energy of sleep and sat cross-legged in his place.

[…]

After a while, Han’s eyes quickly closed.

When Han, half-conscious, opened his eyes again.

He was already being carried to the academy while being held in Lucia’s arms.

He’s still dozing off today.