Chapter 369
[What the. Why is that guy here?]
It was Chomp-chomp who recognized the monster.
āIs it a friend of yours?ā
At Ireneās question, Chomp-chomp shook its tentacles fiercely as if the very idea was absurd.
[Who would have a drunkard like that as a friend! We just know each other, thatās all! And besides, he likes cucumbers! Heās definitely a weird monster!]
Chomp-chompās tentacles trembled as if saying that was a crime worthy of divine punishment.
Maybe it was the ālikes cucumbersā part, or maybe just that Chomp-chomp at least knew them, but Irene and Michael eased up on their guard toward the monster.
At the very least, it didnāt seem like the type that would kill everyone on sight the moment it appeared.
And thenā¦
[Huh, strangeā¦ I was sure I came to the right placeā¦ somethingās off?]
The monster, still stretching its body out, looked around various spots in the human realm and tilted its head, smelling sweetly of alcohol.
[Sniff. Did it drink apple cider?]
Chomp-chomp smacked its lips at the scent.
It was a familiar smell. Apparently, the liquor the dragon had drunk was apple cider.
Irene, who had been wondering if the monster realm had apple cider too, gathered her senses and asked,
āChomp-chomp, is it okay?ā
[Yes. Heāll probably leave soon. And he hates fighting.]
Hearing the explanation, they felt even more at ease.
At that momentā
Whoooosh!
Something flew through the air, and a massive explosion went off near the dragonās face.
BOOM!
A ball of fire exploded in the sky, and distant screams could be heard from the village.
It seemed the people in town had noticed something was wrong as well.
āWho could have launched such an attackā¦ Ugh!ā
As a belated wave of hot wind hit and Irene staggered, Michael immediately pulled her into his arms.
Even though they were some distance away, the passing wind was scorching.
āMichael!ā
āIām alright.ā
Michael didnāt let go of Irene until the hot wind had completely passed.
[What theā Who did that? Cough!]
Chomp-chomp, who had briefly hidden under a rock, reappeared and kept coughing at the acrid smell.
Michael shielded Ireneās eyes with his hand so the flying ash wouldnāt get in, and stared at the dragon.
āIt flew here over the mountains from the south.ā
He knew what was on the other side.
The city where Princess Cecilia was staying. The attack had come from there.
āI thought we confiscated all the artifacts?ā
Hadnāt Princess Cecilia raised hell, screaming and terrorizing the palace maids and Knights after that?
āDid she manage to get her hands on another artifact?ā
Even if they had traveled the continent and returned countless artifacts, there were still many out in the world.
They had collected the strongest ones on record, but some might have been secretly spirited away before the Alliance of Kingdoms could get to them, or perhaps some artifacts had sealed themselves and gone dormant.
Of course, it was possible someone besides Cecilia had done this, but Michaelās instincts were certain.
This had to be Ceciliaās doing.
[Seriously, who just throws fireballs out of nowhere? Whatās wrong with people?]
At that moment, the Dragon of Oblivion emerged from the smoke.
It must have taken a hit. There was a blackened scorch mark near its snout.
[I just took a wrong turn and look how nasty everyone is. Iām leaving! I said Iām leaving!]
Even though it was quite a powerful attack, to the Dragon of Oblivion it seemed to be little more than an annoying hit.
The dragon kept grumbling to itself at nobody in particular, then opened its mouth.
Light began to gather in the center of the dragonās jaws.
[Wait! Wait! Thatā! Close your eyes!]
Seeing this, Chomp-chomp shouted in alarm and quickly hid its tentacles under a rock again.
Irene quickly closed her eyes as Chomp-chomp flailed and shouted.
But Michael did not. As he tried to close his eyes, the Dragon of Oblivion suddenly stretched its body through the air and across space.
āIs it attacking?ā
Thinking that, Michael pulled Irene into his arms and covered her eyes with his arm, watching the dragonās movements carefully.
Because of that, he couldnāt fully close his own eyes.
Fortunately, the Dragon of Oblivion did not target the two of them, but instead stretched its giant body toward the direction the attack had come from.
A moment later, the dragon muttered,
[This is confiscated. That hurt.]
With that, the dragon disappeared through the distortion in space where it had emerged.
