Chapter 285 – Traces (3)

Pop!

As soon as I stretched out my hand, the transfer door shattered with a light explosion.

What. I haven’t even touched it yet.

By the time resentment and despair come to mind at the same time, and embarrassment spreads around.

“Huh?”

Suddenly, a warm energy flowed from the fingertips.

For some reason, even though the transfer door was broken, the remaining purple magic light was absorbed into me.

It doesn’t feel like you’re hostile to me. On the contrary, I only heard the warmth and security as if I had returned to my hometown.

Thanks to that, the moment I tried to put down my alertness, which had soared up without my knowledge.

Aaah-!

The light that suddenly radiated from my body engulfed our group.

And before we knew it, we were inside a huge stone building.

“What is this again…”

His eyebrows naturally furrowed in an unexpected situation, but it’s not the worst.

It was thrown out of nowhere, but I remember the marble decorations surrounding it properly.

Rare of Fafnir. … This is where the ruins used to be.

The transfer door that should have been sent to the front yard somehow moved us to the middle of the lair.

I’m not sure, but it probably broke at the end and something like an error occurred while reacting to me.

Still don’t know why.

As I calmly organized my thoughts and grasped the situation, I heard an urgent voice next to me.

“Lord, Master! What just happened to that?! You seem to have absorbed the magic of the transfer door. Are you okay? Collision or something… What?”

Covering Karla’s mouth with one hand, she shook her head.

“Calm down. And it’s okay. It’s a little hot, but there’s nothing wrong with it.”

“… Bvb? What is it?”

As Carla said something with her mouth shut, Elisha, who was next to her, translated.

“I wonder if that’s strange, you?”

“Is it? It’s true that unfamiliar magical energy was absorbed, but it’s strangely familiar… Anyway, I don’t feel like it’s going to harm me, so it’s really okay.”

Mana is basically a force that responds to will. It’s not that difficult to read the will contained within the body, as long as I have mana-affinity characteristics.

It is curious that the Mana of the Transfer Gate, which I briefly felt a while ago, has a will to move and a familiarity of unknown origin…

Anyway, it’s not dangerous to me, so I can be relieved that way.

“Bup.”
“… Ah.”

Carla and Elisha nodded as if she realized something.

I can roughly see what the misunderstanding is, but I can’t correct this, so she pretends not to notice enough, and she looks around her exaggeratedly.

A massive stone structure reminiscent of an ancient Greek temple. It seems that the grandeur that overwhelms the viewer is not a facility for humans or a place made by humans.

… However, nothing is fine.

Pillars with cracks and peeling paint, statues on the floor, and doors that were broken and forced open.

All that remains here now are traces of its former glory.

Iris, who looked around her ruins, tilted her head.

“O master. Is this really Fafnir’s rare?”

“Huh.”

“Is it Fafnir’s rare that, according to tradition, gold coins are spread instead of floors, and each room is filled with different types of treasures?”

“That’s right. But I either use everything here, or I take care of it… I was robbed by cultists.”

Mix a little lie with the truth. That alone blurs the line between the two, making it difficult to tell them apart.

After a lot of hard work, I finally arrived at Rare, and the bitter smile I made as I recalled the futility when all I got was a bit of information from cultists was a bonus.

I still have a reluctance to cheat, but I am well aware that it is unavoidable.

But won’t the day come when I can tell you everything? It would also be unavoidable to wish for that.

The voices of women who do not know what to do in the atmosphere that has become solemn are scattered briefly.

“Ah… So the owner…”
“Hmmmm. If my hometown became like this overnight, I would hate to mention it.”
“Yeah, but the owner still has us!”
“Well well. Seeing that a Yandel student only gathers people who can’t disobey her to the point of being strange, maybe it’s because of the traitor that caused her distrust of people? Then we too…”
“This is all because of the cult. Kill the cultists!”

Helena, why is the conclusion like that… ? I’m not saying it’s wrong.

Anyway, I’ve managed to gloss over things about me, so now all that’s left is to wait for the reward of the system that brought me here…

Tring!

A notification that sounds scary to speak of.

I just rolled my eyes and scanned my field of vision, but for some reason I couldn’t see the system window. … Instead, I began to see more than that.

Something else appeared overlaid on the landscape that was obviously ruins.

Okay. The image of the days when Fafnir’s rare was still intact.

***

An underground building with a row of heavy and stylish columns based on black and purple.

A place reminiscent of a temple in the underworld. However, there were all kinds of fancy decorations that didn’t match the bleak atmosphere.

The gold coins rolling on the floor were piled up to form a small hill.

Each room was tightly closed, but on each door, large jewelry, crossed swords, and shattered glass work were proudly decorated.

As if explaining what was in it.

It was a sight that made the viewer fall in love, but… This didn’t last long.

Thud!

Something huge fell over the golden hill.

Scales that shimmer like obsidian. Brilliant purple eyes. A streamlined, elongated body. And enormous size.

It was a known dragon that was now extinct.

Is that guy Fafnir?

It’s a while to admire the vivid majesty as if you were actually seeing it. Looking closely, it quickly became clear that Fafnir was not intact.

The smooth scales were broken and melted in places, the wings were torn in tatters, and the horns were also broken on one side.

Judging from the blood that oozes out of the fallen gold coin, it seems that there is a lot of bleeding.

This… Is this what Fafnir looked like right before he died?

It’s obvious, but it’s something that never came out at H&A. There must be a reason why the system shows this.

As he swallowed his surprise and concentrated on the sight in front of his eyes, Fafnir, who was breathing heavily, began to mutter something.

[My treasure… I can’t die like this…]

Even in the midst of dying, it’s a treasure taryeong. It was absurd, but he had that kind of personality in the first place, so he must have collected this much gold and silver treasure.

The moment I checked that far, time suddenly began to accelerate.

Fafnir passed out on a pile of gold coins and repeatedly woke up, and when he was still, he blasted himself with healing magic.

After such a long time, Fafnir fully recovered. The broken horn did not return, but everything else returned to its former state.

Did he just realize something at the moment of death? Greed still lingered in Fafnir’s eyes as he looked at the bloody gold coins, but other emotions also coexisted.

Anger.

A vivid anger was swirling towards those who hurt him and drove him to the brink of death.

After that, it was a flow that anyone could have expected.

Fafnir left Lair as soon as his body recovered. Perhaps for revenge.

The problem was that each time it happened, it came back covered in blood after a while.

Is this the height of the war of the gods?

Fafnir returned as a super-corpse, and when he recovered, he went out to fight again and again.

Every time that happened, the unrecoverable wounds began to increase one by one.

It started with a broken horn, a blunt tail, a scar on the chest that was deeply dug like a furrow, and scales on the face.

There are more uncomfortable places than healthy places, but… Fafnir did not give up.

Even if he was mortally wounded and became terminally ill.

Even after the War of the Gods came to an end thanks to the hero Rahim’s performance.

From a certain point on, he wasn’t angry because he almost died.

His own people, who were called great beings but disappeared like straw, those who were willing to befriend him despite his dirty personality, and even the weak who clenched their fists with hope for Fafnir, who was only running amok in anger.

Because he already had too many things on his back.

This is Fafnir’s price for surviving the war of the gods, and it must be a scar deeper than any other wound.

So, all the evil spirits were sealed and the cultists were destroyed, but Fafnir, who returned to Rare, could not escape from anxiety and resentment.

Rahim was an undisputed hero, but he was only able to seal the evil spirit away.

And nothing is permanent in this world.

Fafnir was well aware of this, as he had seen dragons that lived for thousands of years die, and even gods who lived dozens of years fell from heaven.

That one day, when the evil spirit is released, there is nothing this world can do.

Time is not enough for the good god to recover his strength, the short-lived species must have forgotten the past, and Fafnir himself must have died from his wounds worsening long ago.

Fafnir murmured in his low voice, looking at the goods he had accumulated all his life.

[Needs a successor]

Even if he is the last dragon.