Ch.2Creating Teammates (Physical)

White Dragon Glacia.

In the community, Glacia was called by other names. The weakest dragon, Ice Chicken, a bug who deals less damage than newbies…

That made sense, as this bastard, despite being a dragon, was only level 77.

While that’s enough to solo an entire kingdom in the early scenario, it’s also the perfect level for a well-developed Sword Master to behead.

Yes, that’s right. It was Sword Master Kiel who killed this bastard Glacia.

Kiel, who had wandered to the invincible northern region due to his wanderlust, earned the excessive title of Dragonslayer because of this incident.

That’s the content from the very beginning of the game.

In the actual game, you can’t meet Glacia.

Oh, thinking about it, you actually can.

He’s probably on display in a taxidermied state at the Academy’s main building.

Glacia makes an angry face.

[You’ve got some nerve. I’ve heard from the Lord. Humans are an inferior race that knows neither manners nor their place.]

Dragon Fear resonated through his voice.

[Title ‘Brave Before Dragons’ has been activated.]

– Immune to status effect ‘Fear’.

The window I used to see through the screen now appears before my eyes.

I wonder which one of us truly doesn’t know their place.

Olivia smiled gently. Then slowly extended her hand forward.

Thump, thump.

Mana pulsates near her heart.

[Using Skill: Blizzard.]

A message appears just from thinking about using the skill.

This was fortunate for Olivia. It meant she didn’t have to chant spells or draw magic circles.

Whoosh.

At some point, a biting wind began to blow.

[Title ‘One Who Has Seen the Truth’ has been activated]

– Magic power increases by 100 percent.

Anyone who reaches max level, that is, level 100, becomes the pinnacle of their field.

The pinnacle. A title granted to only one person.

Therefore, in ice and lightning magic, no one surpasses Olivia.

Even if the opponent is a dragon.

[Hmm?]

Glacia seemed to sense the ominous atmosphere. But it was already too late.

“Let’s get on the same level first.”

CRASH!

Ice chunks, sharply carved by the cutting wind, slammed into Glacia’s massive body. Glacia spread his wings to shield himself, but it wasn’t enough to block the impact.

[ARRRGHHHH!]

His wings, now riddled with holes, were of no help for flying.

Boom-!

Olivia pushed through the blizzard and walked toward where Glacia had fallen.

It’s excessive magic to use against a level 77, but there’s a reason for this.

After playing Lactea thousands of times, she learned something.

All dragons are psychopaths.

Reds are battle maniacs, Blues are just idiots, Greens are concept-obsessed weaklings who polymorph into humans, and Golds are misers who loan-shark dwarves.

Then what about Whites?

They enjoy getting beaten up.

No, seriously, it’s true.

The community once went wild over this.

It was because of one of the main NPCs, the White Dragon Lord, Carthian.

– Guys. This bastard Carthian, sent to stop the Demon Lord, got corrupted instead.

– That’s typical for Whites. Probably got NTR’d because your damage was weaker than the Demon Lord’s.

– Those bastards love getting hit. When I was raiding Carthian, I miscalculated my damage and couldn’t kill him with 1% HP left, then he suddenly polymorphed and did a dogeza.

– Proof please.

– dogeza.jpg

– This is insane LOLOLOLOLOLOL

Similar content is mentioned in Kiel’s flashback.

[Kiel looked at the White Dragon, covered in wounds and trembling.

Weak. Must be a young one who just reached adulthood.

Despite being a dragon, it seemed afraid of death. I had no intention of killing it anyway. I just wanted to test my newly acquired swordsmanship.

Then the White Dragon’s mouth twitched.

What was it trying to say? Kiel listened to the White Dragon’s words.

A moment later, Kiel changed his mind.

This dragon must die.]

What Glacia said that made Kiel change his mind was never revealed.

And now the nature of those words has been revealed.

“…Ugh.”

Olivia’s face twisted horribly. At the same time, she deeply understood why Kiel had done what he did.

Glacia was lying face down on the ground, drooling. His eyes were half-rolled back showing only the whites, and his body was wriggling like a worm. He wasn’t even a dragon anymore, but forcibly polymorphed into a human.

It seems White Dragons have an excellent talent for making people feel disgusted.

“Hey, stop drooling and get up.”

Every time she nudged him with her foot, he twitched. What would the dwarves who pay tribute to Glacia think if they saw this?

When it was just a game, it wasn’t described in such detail, but seeing it in person was far more revolting than expected.

This is rated for 12-year-olds?

Shame on you, Lactea.

“Wh-what have you done to my body?”

“I don’t care, do you know the name of the nearest village around here?”

“Village? A human village? Hiccup! L-let me go!”

Olivia released Glacia’s collar. She briefly looked disappointed, then seemed confused by her own thoughts.

Is it right to use such a hopeless bastard as an ally?

It’s not like there aren’t other powerful beings above level 80 on the continent; if she looked hard enough, she could find them.

‘The problem is that I killed them all.’

Prerequisites for becoming an ally.

First, be strong enough to survive the late game.

Second, not have terrible likability.

It was maddening that no one fulfilled both conditions simultaneously.

Honestly, if asked whether Glacia perfectly met the first condition, the answer would be no.

Given his species, his growth was overwhelmingly slower compared to humans, so if left alone, he’d obviously become a useless burden in the late game.

“So. I asked if you know the village name, do you not?”

“Hi-hiccup…”

“Answer.”

“I-I don’t know!”

As expected of a dragon, his stubbornness is impressive. I didn’t expect this to be easy.

“Let me change the question. What year is it in Imperial calendar?”

“Im-Imperial calendar? Human empires are-“

“Kid, it existed before you were born.”

“I don’t know! I really don’t know!”

He must know. Dragons come down to the human world whenever they’re bored to enjoy themselves.

But he claims not to know, despite not being a hatchling and even knowing how to polymorph into a human?

Instead of asking further, Olivia raised her staff. If this cosmetic item has one advantage, it’s that it’s made from World Tree roots, making it extremely durable.

Far more durable than dragon bones.

Olivia swung the staff lightly and said:

“You know what? In my experience, this is the best way to train a White.”

“I-I don’t know what you’re thinking, but stop right there!”

WHACK!

“AAAAAAHHHHH!”

THWACK!

“My b-bones! Cough! COUGH!”

Even a dragon was helpless in the face of such merciless violence.

The feeling of beating someone in person was definitely different from watching through a screen.

Is it really okay to beat a dragon who’s going to be a companion like this?

Trust me. This is what Lactea is all about.

When I discovered the pacifist ending for the first time and uploaded a walkthrough video, the community’s reaction was exactly like this:

– Th-this is the pacifist route?

– As long as you don’t kill them, it counts LOLOLOLOL

– Olivia is a savage, right? Could any of you beat up the Emperor in his own palace?

– Peace (physically)

– LMAOOLOLOLOL

– Olivia… what kind of fights have you been through?

– Seriously, it’s legendary that you got the ending after doing this. Doesn’t this destroy likability?

– If you don’t want to get beaten, just listen LOLOLOLOL

Even the Emperor with his massive pride started listening well after being beaten for a month.

“AAAAARRRGH!”

How long will this one take?

Ten minutes should be enough.

****

“Ugh, ugggh? Argh?”

Glacia’s eyes became hazy as if drugged. The pain was excruciating, but not fatal, leaving his brain muddled.

Honestly, it was much harder than expected.

As a mage rather than a warrior, continuously beating someone made her whole body ache.

If it had been someone other than Glacia, she wouldn’t have subdued them so easily.

Probably thanks to the unique DNA of White Dragons.

By now, she must have realized that it wasn’t some trick, but her own body that was the problem.

Olivia, being generous enough to give her time to wipe her snot, stopped the beating and asked once more.

“Do you want to do this the hard way or the easy way?”

“E-e-easy! The easy way!”

“What? What? You’re not using honorifics?”

Hearing her voice, Glacia glared at Olivia.

“I-I am a dragon!”

“What kind of dragon gets thrashed by a human like this?”

“That’s-!”

Whoosh-!

The staff cut through the air with a pleasant sound. Simultaneously, Glacia’s body twitched.

“Last chance. Easy way or hard way?”

“……”

“Answer.”

“I-I want the easy way, please!”

“That’s better.”

Olivia stroked Glacia’s head as if petting a dog.

“So what’s the name of that village over there?”