Book 15: Chapter 102
I turned around to see Irina’s somewhat pale face. She gently pursed her lips into a smile. However, her lips were pale. I didn’t know if the blow to her mentally or physically was more severe. Although I had a kid with her for the dragon race, she must’ve genuinely really liked her child. I wondered if she knew of her miscarriage. I wondered how crushed her heart would be if she saw the crushed egg. As I could see that her eyes were totally red, I figured I could safely presume that dragons could cry till their eyes turn red.
Irina’s eyes showed her unspeakable agony. She tightly gripped the corner of her shirt and kept her head down. She softly apologised, “Sorry, sorry, King Troy. I am so useless. I failed to protect you, and I failed to protect our child. I failed to protect anything. I am truly so useless…”
Irina loathed herself and leaned her head on my chest. She tightly gripped my arms and quivered. She kept on mumbling “sorry.” Perhaps her guilt was killing her inside. She dumped all of the blame on her shoulders. She thought that she failed to protect me. I felt gazes savagely piercing through my back. My wives were there watching me, so I couldn’t kiss her as I did before. All I could do was touch her head: “It’s not your fault. Your only mistake was failing to protect yourself. You, yourself, are the most precious.”
“I am not precious. You can find as many dragons that are the same as me as you want.”
“But you’re the only one now. Therefore, you’re the future of the dragon race. You’re as precious as a dragon egg.”
The sight of the dragons’ corpses was quite heart wrenching for Irina. Nier and Lucia were cleaning them up before breakfast. Perhaps they noticed how close Irina and I was and thereby decided to provoke her. Nier started using a more bloody way of cutting up the dragons’ corpses, while Lucia, who was showing a degree of respect by picking their body parts up with two hands and carefully placing them in, started soccer kicking them down.
Irina’s pride as a dragon crumbled as she looked at the shape her erstwhile companions were in because of her. Moreover, as opposed to dying a glorious death fighting against invaders, they died because she and they turned on each other. Irina used to think being a dragon was something to be proud of, as they were the only ones who could spread their wings to soar in the sky and reach snowy peaks. When a dragon roared, all species would quiver in fear. They were the mightiest race on the continent, yet they used that peerless might to kill their own kind in the end. Furthermore, the ones she killed were her own companions she’d been living with.
Irina killed them, as she knew that they deserved to die. She bared her claws at her fellow dragons. Her fellow companions stole her arm, her child and almost stole her husband and mom. That was in the nature of the dragon race and how they wielded their gifted might. What a shameful feeling.
I supported Irina to help her sit down on a chair. She then took in a deep breath and said, “Sorry, King Troy. I know that your wife, umm, wives will not accept me; nevertheless, I hope you can fulfil my last request. Can you give me a dragon egg? I believe I can have more dragon eggs. Please, I will not cling to you or ask you to do anything. I just want a child. I just want a dragon egg; that is all. I beg you… Please. Please fulfil this final wish of mine…”