Chapter 157 - What the cat dragged in
“Can someone please tell me what I am looking at?” Evelyne’s resigned voice echoed across the mansion’s courtyard.
“A dragon,” Fynn answered in a casual tone.
“And why is that? No, how?” The woman turned to Scarlett with a helpless expression.
Scarlett stood before the monstrous dragon carcass, closely inspecting it. Almost every member of the household was present here with her. Allyssa and Shin gazed wide-eyed at the beast close to her, while Rosa seemed endlessly amused by the sight. Garside was conversing with the guards near the courtyard entrance, discussing what had happened, while the rest of the staff gathered at the edges, their faces filled with a mix of perplexity, awe, and slight fear.
Encountering a dragon was an exceedingly rare event. The fact that one was lying dead in her courtyard was still something Scarlett was processing.
“I’m with her,” Allyssa said, her voice filled with disbelief. “How is this even possible? How is there an actual dragon in front of us?”
The group’s eyes turned to Scarlett.
She looked at them. “…I do not know what answer to give you. Do you perhaps expect me to have been the one who slew it?”
Dragons were formidable creatures, even in the game. This one appeared relatively young—despite its size already surpassing that of most whales—so it was likely an adolescent dragon. That placed it on the weaker side as far as dragons came. Even so, it would have lived for at least nearly a century. Scarlett doubted her chances against it alone. Even a group of level 60s could struggle to deal with an adolescent dragon. With the support of her entire party, and if she could go all out by using the extra mana from [Ittar’s Genesis], they might have a chance. Maybe. She wasn’t sure.
At the very least it would be comparable to the last boss in Abelard’s Doll Mansion, where she’d had Leon to help last time.
But that didn’t matter now. This dragon had been killed by something else. Judging from its injuries, it hadn’t stood a chance against its opponent. She glanced up at the window that led to the hallway outside her office, where traces of black fur could be seen through the glass.
“You sure you didn’t do it?” Rosa asked, a mischievous smile playing on her lips. “Maybe you mistook it for a bird and accidentally knocked it down with one of your little flame-water thingies.”