Blood Holy Scripture: True Ancestor Charlotte de Castel
Chapter 438: -185- My name is Odosia

Chapter 438: -185- My name is Odosia

I was a Black Dragon who had been grievously injured.

I didn’t know where I came from, nor where my home was, not even my name; someone else had given it to me.

I still vividly remember the moment I had first awoken.

Those were agonizing days when, amidst an endless darkness, I curled up weakly in the mine, tormented by lacerating wounds and soul-searing pain.

Void of memories, without a past, all I had were the acute pains of my battered body and some residual fear deep within my soul.

In that obscurity, I seemed to hear a faint woman’s voice whispering beside me:

"Turns out... it is like this..."

"I apologize, Odosia, time is limited, I can’t do more..."

"Sleep, sleep, the wheels of destiny have begun to turn..."

"Our story... has just begun."

...

I was a Black Dragon who had been grievously injured.

Had it not been for the mithril rich with Magic Power within the mine veins, perhaps I would have died long ago from severe injuries and depleted magic.

But even if I had found mithril to replenish my Magic Power, even if relying on mithril to ease the pain, without being able to find food, it was merely a case of clinging onto life.

Until... I met him.

I still remember the day I saw him.

The collapsed mine tunnel, the rolling dust, the violent coughs choked by smoke, and... a frail, rather delicious looking figure.

It was a Sub-human.

I didn’t know why I recognized it was a Sub-human, I just knew that upon seeing the other party, the desire to survive almost overpowered my rationality.

It was a Sub-human, but also... food.

Dragging my heavy body, I launched an attack, I let out a deep roar, I bared my fearsome fangs and claws, I could see his pale face, his terrified expression, I could hear his panic-stricken yell:

"Dragon... Dragon!"

But I failed.

Even with the Magic Power from mithril, my strength was fading day by day, even with the will to survive, my body grew heavier and heavier.

I... was too weak to kill even a frail Sub-human.

I collapsed in front of him.

I saw that terror in his eyes subside, replaced by surprise, I felt his inner fear rapidly dissipate, followed by... curiosity.

"You... are injured?"

That was the last thing I heard before losing consciousness.

...

I was a Black Dragon who had been grievously injured.

I thought I should have died.

Though I had lost my memory and forgotten everything, I at least still knew my identity.

I knew what fate beheld a critically wounded giant dragon found by those lower intelligent species, and I knew I had become so weak that even a Mortal could end me with their own strength.

But... I didn’t die.

When I awakened once more, I saw a bright campfire, felt the warmth of its light, and smelled an incredibly enticing aroma.

That skinny Sub-human was seated quietly by the campfire, grilling something.

Food!

I could see clearly at first glance what was on the fire, the tempting scent of the meat even surpassing that of the Sub-human themselves.

Struggling to my feet, only then did I notice that at some point my wounds had been covered in a pungent powder.

It was an unpleasant-smelling powder.

But after being dusted with it, the pain in my body seemed to instantly fade.

"Huff, you’re awake..."

"Don’t move, you are seriously injured, thankfully I found some of this medicinal powder from my tribe, it should ease your pain."

Spoke the Sub-human.

Why hadn’t he killed me?

That was my first thought.

I was perplexed.

Very perplexed.

However, he did not explain but instead handed me the roasted food.

This time, I saw clearly what it was, a huge burrowing rat.

"Here, you must be starving, this is all I have."

"It’s probably due to your scent, burrowing rats around here have become hard to find, I ran a long distance... just to catch one."

He said.

I looked at the burrowing rat he offered without responding.

"Hey, are you okay?"

He asked again.

A strange fellow...

I didn’t answer him, but resolutely ate the food he had handed over.

Because I really was hungry.

...

I was a Black Dragon who had been grievously injured.

I didn’t know why he had saved me, nor what his ultimate motives were.

But I knew, I would not thank him for this rescue and food.

I am a dragon.

A Black Dragon.

A member of the most notorious, most cruel Dragon Species.

To me, food is food.

Even if he saved me, he was still food.

I decided not to attempt to kill him yet.

I would wait.

Wait for my body to recover, wait for my strength to return.

I would, upon regaining my strength, kill him with my own hands.

I would tell him that food should stay conscious of being food.

Thinking of aiding the hunter when you’re clearly the prey is a kind of arrogant stupidity.

But until then, I would use him.

Use his ignorance, his foolishness, his kindness...

...

I was a Black Dragon who had been grievously injured.

Oh, no.

With his help, my injuries had been gradually improving with time.

He was an odd Sub-human indeed.

Scared to death of my Dragon Mighty, yet he always ventured deep into the mine.

Bringing me food, bringing me medicinal herbs.

Though the food he brought could not sate my hunger, it had given me the strength to heal myself at critical times.

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