Blood Holy Scripture: True Ancestor Charlotte de Castel
Chapter 439: -185- My name is Odosia_2

Chapter 439: -185- My name is Odosia_2

I realized I had gradually become accustomed to his presence.

He came back almost every day, and each day he brought new food.

Sometimes it was a mole, sometimes an armored beast, sometimes a mountain hare, sometimes a wild chicken...

He enjoyed roasting meat over the campfire while telling his own stories.

Sharing his experiences in the tribe, sharing his everyday routine.

Of course, more often than not, this involved complaining about the overbearing mine boss and the stubbornness of the tribe elders.

He didn’t care whether I was actually listening or even if I could understand.

It seemed to him I was merely a silent confidant.

Of course, I also learned his name.

"Kael, my name is Kael, and I’m a werewolf."

"Mr. Black Dragon, could you tell me your name?"

He asked, smiling.

I turned my head away, ignoring him.

He scratched his head and I, with pride, lifted my chin and swallowed the piece of meat I had just put in my mouth.

Watching his somewhat awkward expression, I felt extremely pleased.

Hmm, the food today tasted a bit better than usual...

...

I am a Black Dragon who has lost my memory.

When I woke up, I found myself lying in the mine, bruised all over, and had encountered a strange Sub-human.

This Sub-human neither feared me nor exposed my existence, instead, he found food for me and tended to my injuries.

I didn’t understand why he did this.

Even without my past memories, I still knew a wounded giant dragon meant a tremendous attraction for the mercenaries of the secular world, as well as enough wealth for an ordinary person to squander for a lifetime...

Unconsciously, I seemed to have gotten used to this life of being fed daily.

The Sub-human named Kael continued to bring food each day, sharing his day-to-day life.

And the injuries on my body were healing day by day.

I had long regained enough strength to kill him.

But I didn’t.

Through his stories, I had learned where I was.

This place is the Northern Land, a place called Castel, ruled over by two young Blazing Suns.

I did not act rashly.

Because I knew that although my injuries were healing, I had not yet recovered enough to confront such powerful beings.

I would continue to wait... wait...

Waiting for the day when my injuries were completely healed.

I would personally kill this presumptuous werewolf, then take flight beneath the gaze of the Blazing Suns, soaring towards the sky.

...

I am a Black Dragon caught in a quandary.

I don’t know how long I have been in this mining area.

I simply watched the young Sub-human grow into an adult, his naïve eyes gradually firming.

Gradually, I found enjoyment in listening to him share those mundane daily experiences, and I grew fond of listening to his complaints about the repetitive surface life.

In the darkness of the mine, through the long duration of healing, his stories had become my only pastime.

At some point, Kael’s visits were no longer daily; sometimes it was two days, sometimes three, and sometimes... it could even be a week before he came again.

He seemed more fatigued than before, each time he came to the mine, his sharing replaced mostly by silence.

I was feeling irritable.

I didn’t know why I was so irritable, but I just didn’t like this unstable situation.

At some time, I had grown accustomed to his daily visits.

I started to... not want to kill him anymore.

Finally, there was a time I did not see him for an entire week.

And when he did come to the mine again, it was half a month later.

I still remember that day.

He was limping as if he was injured, carrying a mountain deer on his back.

"Sorry, Mr. Black Dragon, I’m late."

He said with a wry smile.

Despite being consistently irritable, for some reason I felt calm the moment I saw him.

"You took indeed a long time to come, what happened?"

I couldn’t restrain my curiosity and asked.

Kael froze.

I saw the mountain deer he was carrying fall to the ground with a clatter, I saw his eyes widen in surprise, and I listened to his stuttering, incoherent response:

"You you you... you can talk?!"

"Wait... Mr. Black Dragon, no... Ms. Black Dragon... are you a lady?!"

I lifted my dragon head proudly:

"I am the Black Dragon, a noble giant dragon, of course, I have long mastered the common tongue of Mireya."

I added with a sidelong glance at him:

"By the way... when did I ever disclose my gender?"

That was the first time I spoke to him.

I had never thought I would actively communicate with a Short-lived Species, and what surprised me even more was that, after speaking with him, I didn’t feel any repulsion.

Without realizing it, I seemed to be not as proud as before, and I didn’t regard him as merely a conceited Sub-human anymore.

"Where have you been these past days?"

I asked.

For the first time, I saw bewilderment in him; he scratched his head, seemingly unsure of how to reply, only letting out a sigh after a moment:

"I went mining."

"Mining? Haven’t you always been mining?"

"Yes, but it’s different now, Mr. Black Dra... no, Ms. Black Dragon, I need to mine more, because I need money, lots and lots of money..."