Book 14: Chapter 47
The sandy mountain didn’t originally exist. I believe the area should’ve been the same as the desert outside, flat and with insane amounts of sand blowing around. The dragon must’ve toiled away to build the sandy mountain that provided full coverage from the wind. The lake in the centre must’ve also been her work. After all, it would’ve quickly dried up without mana. It was impossible for a dragon to turn the place into a place with flowers and running water. Nevertheless, she built a love nest with all of that to please an elf she loved.
I didn’t know what exactly my father did to her, but for the overlord to let him have his way was proof that the elf, who came to slay the dragon, lived with the dragon here for some time. Further, he passed away not long ago, which meant that, when I was running around and knew the elf was missing, he was actually fishing in peace at the lake, waiting for the dragon to come back.
She truly loved my father. When I sat with her and gazed at the moonlight reflecting off the lake, her gaze was tender when she spoke of my father. For some reason, my father grew weaker by the day. I presumed it was due to mana deficiency as I experienced then, which led to his eventual death. That called several things into question: If he suffered from mana deficiency as I suffered, how could I live? My father was right next to the dragon. Why did he end up dying? Did the dragon really have a solution?
She retold my father’s story next to me. Just as the moonlight made the water in the lake appear clear, everything here existed for my father. The determined trees that survived were a result of the two of them protecting them with all they had. When tornadoes came, the dragon covered the wobbly trees and my anxious father with her wings. The dragon and he travelled miles to steal mud and water from the elven lands by carrying the water in her mouth bit by bit back to the lake. Overtime, they successfully created the lake.
She did all of that to make my father happy. At the same time, she worked hard so that he could stay with her. She went through so much physical effort to build all of it for him while he stayed by her side the entire time. He watched her fly off and waited for her return. They didn’t say much to each other, but it was the first time the dragon felt a blissful sense of responsibility. However, she came back to be confused and in a dilemma over the sea of cold gold coins. After that, though, she could tightly embrace with him in the lake.
Dragons could warm up the lake, turning it into a hot spring. The dragon also liked having her lover caress her. Dragons touched the tips of their noses to express their affection. She felt that same blissful feeling when she transformed into her human form and kissed with him. Their kisses were the most blissful moments of her life. Perhaps they could “sleep” together in the future, as well… She genuinely considered my father her husband. She felt it was his obligation to make her feel good… She genuinely never considered herself the third party.
With regards to her human form, she could take on any appearance of her choice. Hence, her appearance was actually generated from the most ideal appearance my father had in mind. The dragon valued the story with my father, but she seemed to be jealous of me, Vyvyan and Elizabeth. When they were mentioned, she revealed a sad and slightly angry gaze despite her appearance bearing a striking resemblance to them.
She told me lots of things at night. Lots. And then lots more. She virtually didn’t show me any hostility. After I agreed to her request, she seemed to be very satisfied. However, I didn’t really want to agree to her request. It was obvious I’d find a chance to run if I could live. She couldn’t enter the elven lands. I believed the White Deer King could run as fast as she flew. Subsequently, it shouldn’t be impossible for us to escape to the elven lands. I couldn’t find the resolve to do that when I looked at her expression, though.
She looked as blissful as though she had obtained her most cherished child. She’d been so lonely living in the desert all alone for over a thousand years. She finally had a family. She finally had somebody she could chat with. The dragon cherished that time with all her heart. The dragon was also a woman who cared for her family. She just wanted me to stay by her side. All she asked for was a family member. Just one. I couldn’t just stay there with her, nevertheless.