Reader Mage-Stubbing August 10! Chapter 127: 127-Zauberer The Dragonpriest

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Blue couldn’t describe what he felt, why he was so bound to the human, and why he had subconsciously assumed the name he had been given—or the gender, even. There were a few times where he had unfurled his wings, considering taking flight and escaping to wherever the wind took him, but just as quickly would he settle back down, unsure why. It wasn’t the meat, hardly. He saw no reason why he couldn’t get them himself. And that was the only thing the human offered him, then he would be worked to the bones, when all he wanted was to sleep. The more reasonable deduction would be that a part of himself saw his connection with the human as a form of appreciation for the human having saved his life. Blue had been born in the dungeon, opening his eyes for the first time to find out that he was locked within an ice crystal tasked with siphoning every ounce of mana he possessed to power the dungeon. He had known at once, having been born with intelligence, that when all his mana was gone, he would die. So he was indeed grateful to the human. But if the human had really saved him, then why had he not been set free, but instead was turned into a pet? He wanted to ask—he really wanted to—but the differences in their races made it difficult for them to communicate. Or perhaps it was he who had that deficiency as the human had communicated with the Drachens quite easily. That was something to consider. But as of this moment, he had to focus on the task he had undertaken for the human. Regardless of his misgivings about his whole connection with the human, they were currently bonded as of this moment, and he wouldn’t do anything to hurt him. Not someone who had saved his life. Blue soared with a boom that rattled the sandy plains into motion. To the humans and the Drachens, it had taken them about a quarter of a day to walk, but he didn’t have the same problems. It only took him a few minutes to return to the only landscape of fertility in the first floor of the Tower, and a few seconds to sneak into the camp of his human’s enemies. Lackadaisical, was the only word Blue could use to describe the Drachens in the camp. They all lounged about, chatting, dancing, and engaging in any and everything that bordered on carelessness. But he was grateful for that. It made his mission a lot easier. They had left their weapons unguarded. Blue purred in ecstasy as his eyes found the Drachen’s rack of spears. He was enjoying this. Subtly, he flew past the cluster of Drachens, resisting the urge to have fun with a bit of mischief. He would have loved to glimpse their expressions when they struggled to figure out why their fire had suddenly frozen. But that would be pointless in the grand scheme of things, and, perhaps, ruin everything. He could poke fun at his human later on as payment. Blue flew towards the spear rack, the long line of them, drew in a sharp breath, and let out a stream of flaky air. White flakes settled on spearheads, and, for a moment, they ignited briefly. Fire. Blue recalled the first Drachen they had met, Krieger, producing a burst of flames from his spear, so he wasn’t particularly surprised. And, besides, the fire was a lot weaker than his ice. They ended up surrendering to his prowess, and his flakes settled into the spears, freezing them on an atomic level, and weakening their structure. Used the way they were at the moment, they would shatter in an instant. A loud groan sounded behind him, and Blue decided that his work was done. He swerved in the air and zoomed off. Not without blowing a cool breeze onto the Drachen that had been approaching, though. A little bit of fun didn’t hurt. The first signs of dawn appeared in between the darkness in the sky and the slowly fading blue moon. Every person in the village of Blatt woke up tense—well, those that had slept—and movements began a lot earlier than it usually did. Krieger and the rest of Merlin’s teammates strode to the southern part of the village, and coordinated the elderly Drach