Book 15: Chapter 63
We left the small town the next day. Dragon Mom seemed to have a great fondness for the meat there. She probably noted down the town. We’d probably drop by on our way back.
We continued heading northwest. As I initially said, the farther we went northwest, the more desolate it was. What saddened me was that my nation’s population was pathetically small. After leaving the town, we were met with nothing but wild grass and the sort. The streets in the town complied with the rules and were, thereby, durable. However, the road we were on was a simple dirt path; it didn’t even qualify as a road. The only reason there weren’t weeds was because there were lots of people who treaded on the path. We came across multiple small villages, but the villages were too tiny. A village with just over ten people was too small to be a village.
Dragon Mom and I had both lived in the wild before. At night, we found a place to take shelter from the wind to set up a small tent and then started a fire. Then, we’d eat food that was vastly different to what we previously ate. For example, we had tough bread that was only edible after boiling it in soup. Even Dragon Mom was afraid of breaking her teeth. A dragon’s teeth may be tough, but not even they could chomp off rocks.
The alcohol we had was low quality alcohol. To prevent us from getting drunk, we diluted it a lot. You might as well consider it a mere thirst quencher. We began to run out of the meat Dragon Mom craved. We only had salty dry meat. I was somewhat sad to see Mom pitifully looking at the dry meat inside her bowl. She wore a look of despair when she looked at her food at night. There was no helping it, though.
We could preserve the freshness of food using magic, but we weren’t an army. We only had two horse pouches. Dragon Mom and I couldn’t bring much. Not to mention the fact that I couldn’t use spatial magic. Although my bloodline and mana were both excellent, I wasn’t Mommy Vyvyan. Mommy Vyvyan had to put in a lot of diligent practice to refine and develop her skills to be as powerful as she was. As for me, I’d have forgotten it had I not been reminded. I still considered myself to be a human by nature.
Watching Dragon Mom was pitiful, but she never griped. Instead, she stayed by my side with a happy smile and continued onwards with me. She must’ve been genuinely happy. The lifestyle wasn’t very tough for dragons, but she was on her way to see her dragon kin she had always wished to see. That, alone, was enough to brighten up Dragon Mom’s days, so those sorts of challenges were nothing in comparison.
I wiped away the leaf on Dragon Mom’s face and then wiped her mouth with a handkerchief. She shut her eyes to enjoy every bit of it. Sometimes, I felt that taking care of Dragon Mom was the same as taking care of a big pet. I let go. Mom sighed. She then handed me her bowl. She stood up to peer at the empty, dark wilderness. There was no longer a road in sight. I was positive the place used to be frozen land in the past. Then it was desolate land with weeds growing. The moon was clear, yet unable to light up the entirety of our surroundings. I washed the bowls with water and then covered the pot to ensure we had breakfast for tomorrow covered.
The vicinity was incredibly quiet; it was virtually dead silent. That was the sort of world the North was. It’d take time for the North, which was once frozen, to recover. Nonetheless, it felt slightly lonely with just the two of us present. Dragon Mom didn’t seem to mind. She surveyed her surroundings curiously: “Son, Mommy wants to fly in such a spacious place. There aren’t people around anymore, right? Why can’t we transform into dragons and fly? We’d get there very quickly.”
“Mom, have you gotten tired? There’s nobody around anymore, so you can transform and fly… with that said, I’m still reluctant to fly…”