Book 15: Chapter 71
The other dragons weren’t what I imagined, or rather, the horde of dragons was different to what I imagined. My impression of them was creatures overflowing with pride and self-esteem, yet I found that not to be the case. The vibe they gave me was identical to ordinary elves. I didn’t notice anything special about them. Some dragons were even too shy to speak to me. With that said, it was just as Dragon Mom said: they were all female dragons.
I couldn’t identify their gender when they were in their dragon form. Nevertheless, once they changed to their elven form, it was self-explanatory. They were all females. They all looked at me with eagerness, including the ones who were too shy to dare speak to me. I had no idea if that was their nature or if they were just curious about me. Either way, I truly felt as though I was the sheep in the dragon’s den, meaning I felt I could be eaten at any moment.
Dragon Mom was right; I could be gobbled up at any given moment. Dragon Mom was initially slightly unhappy, but she cheered up a little after she saw so many of her kin that she could speak with. She was immersed in talking to her dragon kin. She was very happy to see traces of dragons having once lived.
Despite Mom looking down on the dragons, even she was willing to forsake her firm stance when facing off against loneliness. Therefore, she joined the dragons and conversed with them, tried out food the dragon race brought somewhere and she thought it was very tasty.
If I was being honest, I didn’t think the food was tasty in any capacity.
I finally saw enough dragons. Honestly speaking, I lost all interest in dragons. They didn’t have any goals. Mom said female dragons usually didn’t have any desire for war, and it was true. That was why the female dragons were safe to keep in the North; they wouldn’t harm the North. Next, was the biggest question, which was, “Will Dragon Mom stay here?”
Our welcoming ceremony had been completed. I assumed Camille and Irina, both of whom were next to me, would bring it up next. Camille wanted to know if Mom would stay or not. Camille believed Mom would be able to bring glory to the entire race if she stayed there due to her pure-blood. Further, she believed Mom could make the dragon race powerful again.
The silver dragon, Camille, and the black dragon, Dragon Mom, shared the same thought. They both wanted to revive the powerful dragon race. I suddenly felt I needed to prevent Dragon Mom staying, for the revival of the dragon race would definitely require me… As Mom said, a male dragon was mandatory to their race’s revival…
No, no, no, I’m not a male dragon. I was either human or elf. I was completely unlike a dragon, wasn’t I? Dragon Mom alone was too much for me. If I had to deal with the other dragons, too, I couldn’t accept it. Furthermore, I had no interest in signing on to be a reproduction tool. I couldn’t plant my seeds in them when I didn’t love them! I wasn’t some sort of seed-planting machine.