Became an Evil Dragon

9 – 9. Bolg’s Lies (3)

fairy?

Are you a fairy?

Well, isn’t it a strange thing in the yard where dragons like mine actually exist?

After all, it was hard to believe that I was suddenly reborn as a dragon after being hit by a truck. So many nonsensical things happened that I could believe the little boy in front of me even introduced himself as a fairy.

And if you look at it in detail, Nineveh has elements that are difficult to call an ordinary person.

Even leaving aside the white dress that you can’t guess what it’s made of, the pure white skin, and the abnormally pretty appearance that doesn’t seem to be human.

First of all, I was wandering alone in the plateau of this mountain range, which was overflowing with dangerous things. Although the area near my lair was relatively safe, Nynaeve was still a child. The fact that this young child, who lacked the means to protect his body from predators and the ability to find and consume nutrients for survival, wandered around alone without a guardian indicated something extraordinary about this child.

Another unique feature was her silver hair that seemed to have not been artificially manipulated, such as dyeing or dyeing.

Even when I remember going to the village and causing trouble, most of the villagers’ hair was brown, black, or orange, and there was no one with hair of a color that stood out like Nynaeve’s silver hair.

That implied that Nynaeve’s silver hair was something special to the people of this world.

Nineveh’s silver hair was not the faded gray hair of an old man, nor was it a color that seemed artificially created through bleaching and dyeing.

Her hair was naturally silver, as if she had been born with that color from the beginning.

Yes, let’s say hair can. Among the people of the Scandinavian Peninsula, people with platinum hair with a color close to silver are born, and people suffering from congenital albinism turn white because their hair and skin lose pigment.

The only people in this world I’ve seen in person are the residents of nearby villages, so it’s still forbidden to make hasty judgments on my own.

But those sky blue eyes could never be said to be ordinary.

Could someone’s eyes shine on their own like the magic crystals embedded in the ceiling of a cave?

Creature eyes are not flashlights.

Sky blue eyes, emitting a faint light like atmospheric mood lights, provided strong evidence for the fact that Nynaeve was a fairy.

“Hey there, good dragon. What is this pretty shiny thing? See you first!”

After getting the ring, this greedy little boy must have quickly let go of his wariness and fear towards me, so he jumped up from his seat and toddled towards me. Then he slipped into my arms and sat down.

Nineve came right into my arms as I was sitting in a circle and leaned against me.

The weight of her tiny head is palpable on the scales of her belly.

It was only for a moment that I was taken aback by the innocent sense of distance unique to young children. As if Nineve had seen the gold ring for the first time, she was busy answering it by bombarding me with question bombs while holding the ring she was holding tight.

“It’s a ring. It’s an item worn by a creature with thin, long fingers like you to adorn itself. “It’s a pretty ornament.”

“ring?”

“okay. “It’s a ring because you wear it on your finger.”

Nineveh, who listened to me with a tilt of her head, abruptly put Louise’s gold ring on her middle finger. However, a golden ring designed for adults could not fit a child’s little finger.

Nineveh, who was carefully observing the dangling ring with space left, thought for a moment, then removed the ring from her middle finger and put it on her thumb. The thumb, which is thicker than the middle finger, was a little loose, as if the circumference was right, but the ring was fixed to some extent.

Nineve held out her ringed right hand.

“like this?”

“huh. like that. I don’t usually get it on my thumb, but it can’t be helped if the size doesn’t fit.”

“Ornaments, are they decorated?”

Nineve, who had heard the explanation about ornaments earlier, asked back with a bright smile. To her strange sense of language, I answer while thinking about how to correct it to make it a correct expression.

“A person is not an object, so that expression is a bit misleading. That’s when you ask if it suits you. Nineve.”

“okay? Nineveh, are you okay?”

Lewis’s golden ring was not a luxury item decorated with fancy intaglios and pretty jewels that matched the gold, but it was polished and well-maintained, so the surface was shiny and radiated a soft golden color.

A golden ring that perfectly matches Nineveh’s white skin. Even if I said it didn’t suit me, I was going to lie and say that it suits me, but it actually suits me well, so I told them exactly how I felt.

“huh. It suits you very well.”

Although it was simply said to be suitable without any fancy words, the young fairy seemed very happy when she heard it. His face, which was already shaking, relaxed and he laughed and slapped my body with his palm.

My hands were made of fern and my scales were so hard that I couldn’t feel anything, but I could tell that Nynaeve was extremely happy.

“really?! Is Nineve pretty?”

“Okay, okay. Nineve is pretty.”

“really?”

“really.”

“Really really really?”

“Really, really, really.”

Hearing my words, Nineveh jumped up from her seat with a look of excitement, looked back at me, raised her arms and jumped for joy.

“Wow! Nineve, it’s the first time I’ve heard that you’re pretty! My friends always make fun of me saying I’m ugly. They leave Nineve alone and decorate themselves with pretty flowers. I didn’t tell anyone, but I really wanted to hear that Nineve was pretty too! I also wanted to try decorating!”

Then he ran up to me and hugged me tightly. As much as the size difference was the difference, Nineve looked like she was leaning on me with her arms spread out.

“thank you! Good dragon!”

Nineveh hugged my stomach and rubbed her face against mine. I was worried that the hard scales would harm her skin, but strangely, Nynaeve’s soft skin seemed unharmed.

No, anyway, what kind of bad friends are there? Guys who bullied me and only said harsh things weren’t my real friends. Bullying and teasing exist even among innocent young children. If you grow up around people who bully and make fun of others, you will naturally grow into a person with a sick heart.

Children growing into adults have weak and sensitive minds. In such cases, it is the adult’s role to ensure that the child can rely on and be influenced positively.

“Nineve is pretty. “It’s not a lie.”

I said in a firm voice.

“So don’t pay attention to what the other guys say.”

Nineve, who was rubbing her cheek against me, heard me and flinched, then slowly raised her head.

Nineveh’s cheeks turned red from how much she rubbed them.

She touched her cheek with her hand and gave a low hehehehe-laugh.

“The use is cool. lol.”

This was followed by a brief moment of awkward, warm silence.

Nineve, who kept tilting her head as if something was strange, started laughing and chattering again after a while.

The story of the fruit tree he often picks in the forest, the silent old tree man, the palm-sized friends who don’t play with him, the highland wolf pack he met in the forest not too long ago, the story of the giant owl girl living in the hill below, the lake. The story of a huge snake that curls up and sleeps under the most.

They were all fanciful and implausible stories, but strangely, it seemed that Nineveh’s story was not mixed with lies. One side of the person talking is a dragon and the other side is a fairy, so there is no reason not to believe such stories.

He closed his eyes, lowered his head, and rested his chin on his arm. And I heard the story of Nineveh, which continued without a word.

My heart was getting warmer little by little.

It was the first time I hadn’t spent the night alone since coming here.

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I never thought that having someone by my side who wasn’t afraid of me would be so much more comforting than I thought.

The story of Nineveh, which continued until deep into the night, ended when the little girl fell into a soundless sleep, and the sleepless dragon wrapped its tail around her slowly, lest she wake up.

To be a little comforter and comforter.