Became an Evil Dragon - Became an Evil Dragon chapter 30

30 – 30. Dragon Cave (5)

“… what do you mean by that?”

Still aiming his sword at Bolg, Baron Kelvin began to walk away. It threatens him by slowly spinning around with Bolg at the center.

Bolg likewise watched the baron raise his sword, changing his stance whenever the baron took a step away.

“Didn’t I tell you? The dragon cares so much that he catches the fairy himself and binds him. So, if you take this fairy hostage and run away, you will surely return alive. Baron, put down your sword. Now is not the time for us to be like this. We have to work together to survive.”

“flaw.”

The baron smiled and wiped his forehead with his black hand. Because the blood of his subordinates was flowing.

blood and death. and lies.

I’ve been through it to the point of getting sick of it now.

The Baron did not trust Bolg.

“Borg, don’t lie. This human bastard. Your words are like Sagar, so it’s hard to listen to them. die quietly! Garbage guy.”

The baron’s sword, Bernhard, rushes fiercely once again.

Blood spurted out.

Bolg hurriedly counterattacked, but his already gnawed sword could barely fend off fatal wounds.

“Keugh! Well then, Baron! How about asking that fairy directly? “Then wouldn’t that be proof?”

Totally cornered. Thinking so, Bolg made his final move.

How to turn the Baron’s attention to the fairy and then run away.

Bolg never thought that the young fairy would give him the answer he wanted. But the words that came out of the fairy’s mouth were different from what he expected.

“hot! This is ridiculous. Okay, let’s prove the liar’s final lie. Hey fairy. Answer me. What’s your relationship with the dragon?”

Baron Kelvin, who laughed at Bolg’s last struggle while shaking the tip of his sword, asked the fairy who was crying and bleeding from her nose.

“You, Nineve. Nineveh! With the dragon, with the dragon… Nineveh is friends with the dragon…”

Nineve, who was weeping, answered with a slur. An answer that made me feel like I wasn’t even sure of myself.

In an instant, the reactions of the two men contrast with her answer.

Bolg’s face lit up, and the baron was quite taken aback.

“Answer me straight! If you’re part of the lie, kill that worm and then it’ll be your turn! Little fairy, if you don’t want to end your life at an early age, answer truthfully!”

Cheeks swollen from being hit hard by Bolg. The tingling pain in his nose from falling to the floor, the dripping blood that wouldn’t stop, and his anger at the baron who accused him of being a liar just like the fairies when he said he was friends with a dragon.

For a moment, Nineveh’s sorrow burst out all at once, and she screamed, pounding the ground with her arms and legs.

“It’s not a lie! Nineveh, don’t lie! I’m not lying! Nineveh is really, ugh! I’m friends with the dragon! Don’t tell me lies! I mean it’s not a lie! Aww! Nineve is not a liar! Ugh, why do you keep calling me a liar?”

“Look at that! Baron! Aren’t I right?”

Bolg shouted brazenly, his face flushed. As if he had found a way to survive, Bolg let go of his guard and lowered his sword and opened his chest.

“Now is not the time for us to be like this…! Big!”

hooked!

Bernhard. The baron’s famous sword, sharpened in blue, lowered the sword and pierced the unsuspecting Bolg’s chest.

The sword that properly shattered his ribs and penetrated his lungs inflicted enough fatal wounds on Bolg.

“Oh, my dear…”

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Her lungs were torn and she couldn’t breathe properly, so she couldn’t even utter words. Bolg wondered as he felt the hot blood dripping relentlessly down his chest.

why?

“Even if the fairy’s words are true, you are already a different matter. Bolg, you wretched worm. You will die in a place no one knows, without anyone knowing. Your death is dedicated to my men who perished because of your lies.”

Bolg was already unable to hear the baron properly.

The baron drew his sword again. Then, the blood that had been blocked from the wound started to flow explosively again.

My vision blurs, and the terrible pain I feel in my chest slowly begins to dull. At the same time as my body got cold, my limbs gave no strength and I collapsed to the floor.

sick.

It hurt terribly. Still, strangely, what hurt more was the mind, not the body.

The long past days began to pass before my eyes.

Memories of being abandoned by parents, begging while begging on the street, memories of being caught pickpocketing and beaten to the brink of death,

The memory of a young day when I cried alone on a moonlit night, holding on to my hungry stomach, promising myself that I would somehow become rich.

Memories of the first time I killed someone, the first time I hugged a woman, and the first time I helped someone else.

Memories of laughing as innocently as when I was a child next to Lord Ardamir, a fledgling knight full of justice.

Human affection.

I’ve been losing it And Bolg has been wanting that without even knowing it.

‘Now, now, it was right in front of me. ‘We’re almost there.’

illusion. It was an illusion.

Bolg’s dream was that he would be able to find a place to live somewhere, start a family, and live a normal life while raising children.

Frustrated.

Bolg’s body, which had stumbled several times on the floor, did not move again after losing warmth.

***

ate it all

Bodies left in the cave.

binge eating for a long time.

Normally, I don’t eat this much, but today I was in a bad mood, so I ended up overeating without realizing it.

I killed, chewed and devoured all the insolent humans who dared to step into my cave, but the strangely boiling rage still persisted.

not enough

not enough chin

The anger of unknown cause still wanted a target for venting it. I want to see them ripped apart, killed, devastated, and frustrated.

So, I still have one left.

One of the hairless monkeys I deliberately let go. The young man who seemed to be their leader was deliberately left alive.

To make them run away, then catch them again, to frustrate them, to harass them and kill them.

Isn’t it not so much fun to kill simply?

[-hahahaha-]

Laughing, I step on the bloody floor and head out of the cave.

You’ve given it enough time, and by now you should be relieved that you survived the run.

However, in this mountain range, there is no one who can avoid the eyes of the mountain lord.

I am the king of the sky, the watcher of the world with the keenest eyes than anyone else, and the strongest warrior armed with armor and armor.

I could easily find and kill him wherever he was. Unless you’re digging into the ground like a mole that’s been fed up.

He spits out the piece of knife he was chewing, throws it on the floor, and heads out of the cave.

Bright sunlight and cool breeze, different from the dark cave, surround me.

And the sight that awaited there was something I had never imagined.

The bug that I thought had already run away was holding a sword with a confident expression, and a face that was not very happy was watching me while crying next to the bug.

Nineve, a small and tender fairy with silver hair. And a young man aiming a sword while holding her hair.

“Dragon, look at this!”

flaw.

I don’t know why, but I felt bad, unpleasant.

I wanted to kill him by stepping on him to the point where I was annoyed by the person I had just saved and sent him away.

“I am Baron Kelvin who rules this land! And I have come to defeat the dragon that harasses my people in my territory!”

[-so-?]

I walk slowly toward him. It was quite funny to see the baron’s face frown every time I stepped away.

“Don’t come any closer! If you come any closer from now on, I will kill this fairy!”

The baron brought the blade of his sword to Nineveh’s neck. The face of the fairy who was already crying was even more messed up.

A cry escapes from the fairy’s mouth, who can’t look straight at me with her eyes down.

“Hey, I’m sorry. dragon. Nineve, the dragon told me not to come after seeing Nineve, but it came every day on its own accord, causing trouble to the dragon like this. me, alright, me The dragon is fine. Is the dragon Nineveh, or Syrer? It’s sure to be cold… Huang, please don’t be cold… Black.”

The figure of a weeping fairy. Originally, it was a sight not worth worrying about.

wonderfully.

[-under!-]

[-What are you doing? clown guy-]

It was unpleasant.

Could that be the cause of the unknown anger that continued to rise? Seeing the fairy’s weeping face excites mad anger.

but that can’t happen.

Do dragons care about insignificant things?

It can’t be.

There must be a reason.

You have to find out why.

It is impossible for a great dragon to cling to a fairy.

So you need to find out why.

The reason why dragons should care about fairies.