Became an Evil Dragon - Became an Evil Dragon chapter 32

32 – 32. Dragon Cave (7)

The red dragon’s horse, the red dragon’s golden eyes, and the red dragon’s mighty magic attack the baron’s mind.

The dragon’s promise to burn his home, his land, everything he loved and dreamed of.

The dragon’s promise, containing the dragon’s wrath, made the baron fearful.

“Ahhh. Ahhh.”

Baron, Kelvin realized.

That now there is nowhere you can step back.

You can’t run away.

Even if they took a fairy hostage, how far would they be able to escape?

He couldn’t run away to the ends of the world by hanging the red dragon that would follow him, and he couldn’t take refuge in another lord nearby.

can’t survive can’t survive

Must die.

How stupid was the idea of taking a dragon’s valuables hostage and running away?

You can’t run away forever and ever.

In the end, I voluntarily walked the road where I was bound to die someday, the road where there were only thorns.

The baron dies.

Upon realizing this, his mind, shrunken in fear, began to ruin the baron as if it had been cut through with a sharp knife.

[-Come on, come on-]

Standing up on its hind legs, the golden eyes of the huge red dragon stared straight at the baron.

Taking advantage of the gap in his disordered mind, the evil magic power of the red dragon begins to invade the warrior’s heart.

A disorganized and ruined mind entangles the baron with the dragon’s magical power.

Force yourself to face it.

there’s nothing.

There was nothing around him.

The one who ruined everything was himself, Kelvin.

His cherished subordinates have turned into a handful of blood, and the young and fearless warrior now tries to survive by taking a child hostage.

The precious barony he grew up in was in danger of being reduced to ashes by the dragon’s flames for easily falling for the cunning man’s words.

It was none other than Baron Kelvin who put the subordinates he cared for and everything he loved into danger.

“I-I can’t do this. It can’t be like this, it can’t be like this!”

Is the end of the baron, the end of Kelvin, and the end of me just a dog death like this!

This can’t be happening! Clearly something is wrong!

The spirit of the young baron retraces past and present memories like a salmon.

In order to find the cause of sin, to put one’s guilt on someone else.

And among the vague memories he had hidden, the baron found someone.

The image of someone falling off a horse and dying bloody.

your own father.

his sins.

father, father!

Didn’t my father tell me from a young age that I would definitely grow up to be a great hero? Why did you say that!

I wouldn’t be doing this now if you hadn’t told me! I would have lived simply, content with what was given to me!

The estate my father bequeathed to me is small, but unmistakably beautiful, and surely I could have been content with that!

It’s all your father’s fault! If it wasn’t for my father, I wouldn’t have come to slay the dragon!

Even if it’s not beautiful, I would have taken a woman who was pitiful enough, married her, gave birth to a child, and taught her how to ride a horse while running through the fields.

If it was a son, he would teach swordsmanship, and if it was a daughter, he would laugh and enjoy the song and dance of the child with his wife.

You wouldn’t want gold! You wouldn’t want too much of me!

It’s all your father’s fault! If my father hadn’t planted a dream in me that day…

If I hadn’t told you that there are so many things in this world that I don’t have.

I would not have let my father die.

That day, he would not have waited for his father to die completely after falling from a running horse. When my father begged me to save his life, I would not have stood still.

I wouldn’t have strangled my father.

He probably didn’t want to inherit his father’s title early. He must have honored his father until he passed away in old age.

Because you wouldn’t have wanted much!

It’s all your father’s fault.

『-Son-』

The baron’s father, bleeding from his head and scratch marks on his neck, stood up laughing.

The translucent shadow of his father spoke to Kelvin while smiling benevolently.

“-It’s okay-”

“-Father doesn’t resent you-”

“Ahhh. father.”

『-Hurry up and pick up your sword. You are a kid who can become a big hero. You will surely be able to defeat the dragon.”

『-Jump into the arms of the dragon and kill the evil dragon. You can do it-”

“Father, father. My father believes in me too.”

The baron sobbed and gripped his sword again. Release the power from the grip holding the fairy.

I firmly gripped the famous family sword inherited from my father, Bernhard.

The father’s ghost approached the baron and joined the sword. As if to lend him his strength.

[-Come on, find the reverse. baron. Wasn’t it my weakness? I gave you enough time to find it. As promised, I will give you the first knife-]

[-Ego. come-]

The red dragon stood up with its chest stretched out and said to the baron.

The dragon’s tongue, long like a snake, cunningly sways and spits out cunning words that shake the baron’s heart.

Where are you? where is the reverse

The baron desperately examined the dragon’s entire body while clutching his sword.

The dragon’s body covered with hard red scales.

No matter where I looked, I couldn’t find anything that could be called a reverse.

But at that moment, his father’s shadow pointed somewhere.

“-Son, over there. That place is the dragon’s wrath-』

The middle of the dragon’s chest, pointed by the fingertips of the father, dripping with blood.

Is that place, is that place the reverse?

No matter how you look at it, it looked the same as any other place, but that place must be the reverse.

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Because my father said so.

In a way, it seems that only the scales in that place are different. It was very small, but unlike the other scales, it seemed to be out of alignment.

There it is! There must be a place where it’s disgusting!

『-Now, come on, son, go. you are a warrior Aida who can become a hero-』

『-You can defeat the dragon-!』

“Ah, ah, aaa!”

The baron ran. With the ghost of his father helping him.

grab the sword His sword felt lighter than ever!

It kicks off the ground with its legs and soars vigorously.

With power, with power! Run!

Aim your sword and jump into the dragon’s chest!

“aaa!”

stab! The sharp end of the sword rushed fiercely toward the dragon’s wrath!

The sharpest blow of his life.

Clearly, clearly won!

will win!

Baron is a hero!

it’s my win!

Ting-!

The fiercely flying sword collided with the scale it was aiming for, leaving a very small scratch. Scratches that you may not even notice unless you look carefully.

The sword he was holding escaped his grip and flew into the sky.

The baron’s father laughed at him from the sidelines.

[-As promised, the first knife was welcomed. baron-]

[-Then now it’s my turn to fulfill my promise-]

The red dragon moves.

His father’s ghost looks at him and laughs.

Ahh.

father. father. father. father. father. father. father. father. father.

Red scales approach him. his death approaches everything was leaving him.

In myriad fears – in fear –

jjeook-

The dragon’s white teeth come towards him.

Alas, no. no. no. It can’t be like this.

“aaagh-!”

The terrible pain of being torn apart alive.

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Ting-!

The sword collides with my scales and bounces off.

I don’t have anything like reverse.

It just made me think there would be such a thing.

Expecting at will, aiming to despair at will.

The red dragon has no weaknesses. There could be no flaws in a noble and perfect being.

No wonder.

So now, I’m going to give this goddamn bugling a death.

“aaagh-!”

It opens its mouth and bites it at once. I deliberately avoid fatal spots so that he doesn’t die all at once, and chew on the limbs first.

A young warrior screams in my mouth and struggles desperately. However, in the end, I couldn’t get out of the dragon’s mouth.

Kill slowly and brutally.

And finally, when his thick blood trickled down my teeth, and the incessant screams died down completely.

Honey-swallowed.

The plateau is quiet now. The loud screams of the baron disappeared into my stomach, and now all that remained on the plateau were the little fairy and the red dragon in the glow of the sunset.

Look around.

“Yong-ah, dragon-ah.”

A dirty-looking silver fairy with fresh nosebleeds over dried bloodstains called me.

Thrown all over the ground, rolled and beaten, it’s a mess.

Seeing that, I don’t know why, but I get angry.

lol-

The fairy smiled stupidly with a stupid expression and smiled at me as if nothing had happened.