I Became the Son of an Evil Dragon - I Became the Son of an Evil Dragon chapter 99

99 – The Path That Could Have Been Taken (4)

In the hallway leading to the entrance, the dragon quietly enjoyed the warmth left in his arms.

The feeling of embracing the egg I made with my beloved in a nest with my beloved forever engraved the reason for my heart to beat when it seemed like it would stop at any moment.

But there is only one thing about it,

If there is one thing that leaves behind a piece of ice –

‘In the end, she’s just like my mother.’

My heart pounding stopped with that one word.

It felt like I had let go of everything and my empty eyes were staring into space.

Before my eyes, I see myself sporting a brighter red color than ever before.

Blurry gray eyes that seem to be looking somewhere else.

The deep darkness that filled it squeezed my heart in a different way.

‘Right?’

She did not want to be the same as the woman she had committed.

At least if you love her, and really… If you want her to be seen as a woman.

Because I felt so strongly that I shouldn’t do that.

Because the boy who was crying sadly in my arms and letting out the emotions I had been holding back all this time was clearly my ‘son.’

Rosaria had no choice but to let Russell go here.

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And the place we reached was none other than a room near the entrance.

As I walked along the smell that was very familiar, but for some reason had become much lighter –

It’s not much different from the doors of other rooms.

However, she gently raised her hand in front of the room so that at least she knew who her fallen yellow fur belonged to.

Knock knock knock.

The owner of the room without an answer.

When she tried to raise her hand once more, Rosaria’s eyes suddenly realized that her fur was not shining.

Her gently bent knees brought her body close to the ground,

The traces that would have come from the dog’s tail that touched her hand.

“…It’s not soft, it’s not.”

At first glance, her son’s favorite dog was so shiny that one would have thought it had white fur growing out of it.

In particular, as the days passed, she became more and more radiant, and she clearly remembered herself gritting her teeth at the sight.

But what she has in her hands now.

“…Did you find it?”

And the appearance of this person.

“Gella, Luterrier?”

The person she hated, detested, and was anxious to drive out and kill.

The more she acted with that mindset, the more she narrowed the distance between Russell and her, smiling, and covering herself with her own scent and spit her.

There was only one woman standing there, her figure nowhere to be found … With only a dark shadow cast over her.

“…?”

The nose her twitched and moved, and the tail fluttered once.

However, it flowed so flexibly that it seemed like it was fluttering like a blanket, but it was stiff as if a stick had been swung once.

“Why…Are you like that? Did I make you uncomfortable?”

Just the face is similar.

Other than that, everything was different.

As if something important has disappeared.

Exuding golden light, he dares to show his teeth even in front of the dragon.

Instead of a hunter who burned his fighting spirit with all kinds of magic scrolls and weapons –

As if I had even lost my reason for living, no,

There was no life to be found in the woman who stood blankly, as if she was living because she could not die.

No matter how much I blink, rub, and look around my yellow eyes –

“Is there something strange…”

“Gella, Luterrier.”

“That’s my name, but…”

There was nothing that made me think they were the same woman.

Name and face.

Other than that, they are all different people.

That was the end of the enemy here.

***

“You weren’t with your spouse…”

A woman very carefully opens her mouth as she brews tea.

Is this person, who immediately lowers his head and looks down as soon as her eyes meet, a ‘hunter’?

The water becomes increasingly green and yellow. While quietly watching it reach somewhere in between…

The dragon turned around.

“Are you talking about Russell?”

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t ask questions carelessly.”

Rosaria couldn’t help but smile as she proudly spread out her chest, cowering towards me, and answering in a hushed voice.

She senses that this is a world where she wins and Luterrier loses…

I tore my eyes away from the woman who bowed her head even more to me as she carefully set down her glass.

“…Did you like it?”

“No, she has long since stopped thinking about your son.

No, she just picked up something she shouldn’t have seen in the first place.

…I always regret that.”

That’s how the unfinished sentence ended.

The silence that came as soon as the words were finished stayed for a while, just watching the two people not face each other.

Outside, there was created weather.

The weather is somewhere in between spring and fall, where it’s always sunny and the cool breeze blows forever.

Three, no, four people in a cave that will never be seen again during the cold winter…

There may be more of them than that, and there is no doubt that they will be together for a time that is close to eternity.

Of course, those who do not have the heart of a dragon… And are just ordinary beastmen will crumble to dust first.

“Are you saying it was a mistake?”

“I was afraid. I was just swallowed up by that feeling and couldn’t even think of doing anything else.

…That’s all.”

Will everyone who doesn’t get Russell end up ruined like this?

…Why did ‘themselves’ leave this miserable situation as is?

I shuddered at the eerie feeling of being a living decoration commemorating victory,

Seeing his pitiful appearance of not being able to drink tea even after being given it, I ended up pulling up a chair and sitting next to him.

“It won’t hurt you.”

“…Of course, you would.

I am grateful for that mercy.”

“Because that’s not what I’m saying.”

Watching her her floppy her tail her her her twitch little by little,

The red dragon quietly reflected on what happened on the other side.

I pushed away Luterrier, who had repeatedly reached out to me to reconcile, and I hated him.

The times I just purred and couldn’t reach.

“It’s a car that puts your mind at ease, so please.

It’s hot, so drink it slowly.”

“…Today, ah, no, sorry.

Thank you very much… I will drink it.”

Even though I put back what I was trying to say and immediately touched the glass, my mouth turned red…

The dragon quickly put down her glass without showing any sign of pain and moved his finger once as she swallowed the liquid.

The blowing wind cooled the steam and made the liquid in the glass stir.

“Are you eating something? Really?

Enough to be full?”

“Thanks to the kindness always shown… This ship has never gone hungry.”

The woman who boldly raised her head disappeared.

A person like an abandoned dog, sipping tea while watching her, was lying down with her tail crossed.

Did ‘you’ enjoy this situation?

Was she doing these things while avoiding her son’s eyes?

…Ruterrier groans from the pain I know,

I couldn’t bear to touch the damaged Rosaria.

She opened her mouth cautiously, with only her sympathy, with even her desire to harass completely gone.

“It looks difficult.”

“…Oh, no. I got a room and a warm bed.

I get to meet and talk with Russell occasionally, so I’m satisfied with that.

Just be satisfied.”

“With eyes like that, can you say it’s okay?”

Now that I see her her scarred face her, her her open mouth her her her cannot be closed.

She moved her eyes along the marks, realizing what torture Russell had been talking about…

The things that could have happened to her were quietly engraved in her heart.

“Things that have already been done.

I already know that I can’t go back – please.”

“What if I go back?”

And maybe, maybe.

As much as she is in places she shouldn’t be, she is

She thought about what would happen where she would return.

Rosalia slowly raised her hand to the woman who had lost her light.

“…”

‘If I saw that he was shaking but he didn’t reject the hand gesture, did he hit me?’

Just like her counterpart, her Luterrier, she has every bit of mercy and conscience and follows her own actions here-

The red dragon’s face caressing her remaining wounds and she had a faint smile on it.

“I will run away.”

The thing that pulled it down was an abyss that could no longer contain light.

The person who had scars left behind held his body and crouched down.

“Not even interested in the person who would become the dragon’s companion,

While reflecting on how strong the scent of the remaining traces is, just like that.

I will run with all my might and never want to see you again.

…If such a thing were possible.”

***

“Oh, you’re here.”

The boy’s eyes welcome him as he quietly closes the door.

The darkness that was inside.

And the blue eyes of the Lutheran I just met.

Darkness where there should have been light.

He must have believed that the future he created would be warm.

…If I hadn’t encountered those small pains.

“I am different from your mother.”

“…Did you meet Mr. Luterrier?”

“I will be different.”

The dragon withdrew his outstretched hand and calmly spoke to his son who stood before him.

Not your own companion,

But it is infinitely more lovely…

To a man with deep scars.

“Is it different?

“My mom loves me so much.”

“That’s why it will be different.

…Because I don’t want to create something like this, at least for ‘me’.”

He was about to press down on the boy who was crying saying he wanted an adventure.

And this is where I really put pressure on myself.

Now that she can see what lies beyond, Rosalia shakes her head.

“I hope that smile on your face blooms brightly.

It’s not something I build to make myself happy,

Because you feel it.”

For some reason I can’t stop the tears from flowing,

Sobbing little by little, the dragon opened his mouth.

“Because I am your mother.”

Reflecting on the meaning of my partner’s growing words, ‘As a mother’.

Rosaria sat down in her seat and wet her floor.

The weight of what has been done.

And the conclusion of things that may happen in the future.

Pressed down by them.

“…Really?”

A small boy who still looks fragile comes closer and holds my hand.

A human child who seemed to have said that he wanted a family on a cold winter day.

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After losing her parents, the life she wanted for love was asked before her eyes.

“Yes… If you are a mother, you have to do that.”

Even after reading countless books, she couldn’t reach its meaning,

Finally, the dragon came to an end by holding the boy in his arms.

However, when I opened my eyes in surprise at the warmth that carefully wrapped my lips –

“I loved it, and I still do.

Even if my mom was no longer my mom, I knew that her feelings were sincere.

I definitely believe that I will feel the same way there.”

That tight hug is so warm.

I cried as I held onto her neck as it hurt.

“Mom, you like me too much to just remain a mom.

Even though it has never laid an egg, it embraces it with great care, to the point where it even embraces me. Right?

So, maybe… It might be really hard to remain a mother.”

“But, you… You there – “

“It will definitely take time.

…If you give me time… I’m sure you’ll understand.

“What a wonderful, beautiful, and lovely woman my mom is.”

A man who is not her own son pours out his passionate heart

It warmed her cold body.

Her claws were digging into her arm.

Although it was hot, I felt her numb shoulder her once again.

“Please love me.

And… I hope you remember.

How much I love my mom.”

That confession moistened the dragon’s eyes.

With vision getting dark.