episode_0106

The next morning, Deltan covered his face at his reflection in the mirror.

“Plague… .”

The nape of my neck was red.

Not only that, there were traces of the previous day all over my body, and more than anything, my whole body was so dizzy that it was difficult to stand.

What on earth were you thinking?

Belated regret welled up, but it was literally too late to turn back.

“Good morning.”

Agnes said.

Deltan glared at her.

I couldn’t find the slightest trace of fatigue on my face, smiling leisurely in my own body.

“… Does something like that come out?”

“What won’t come out?”

Agnes shrugged and drank a glass of water.

Her smile deepened.

“There’s never been a bad morning when you wake up with your body. I like it because it’s refreshing.”

“I wonder if it’s difficult.”

Deltan sighed.

The eyes were still glaring at Agnes, but Agnes showed no reaction to those eyes.

It was disgusting.

“Aren’t you ready?”

“I will.”

“Want me to wash you?”

“Turn off.”

Deltan clicked his tongue and headed to the bathroom.

Agnes’s long laughter echoed behind her.

*

“Lady… ?”

Erin asked.

Deltan did not respond and avoided looking at her.

I knew the reason for the puzzled expression without even having to ask.

Anyway, you might be surprised to see me wearing a t-shirt that covers my entire neck in this hot desert.

You might be wondering what to do with clothes like these that don’t breathe.

There was only one answer the Deltans could give.

“Because it’s cold.”

“… In the desert? It’s morning?”

“It’s cold.”

Aryl flinched and closed her mouth.

Meanwhile, Kaltara whispered.

“Boss, you have truly become a bitch.”

“Shut up. Because it’s not like that.”

“I understand. Hmm, it must be quite an annoyance to have a female boss.”

“Shut up.”

“As instructed.”

Kaltara straightened her back and returned to her seat with a mischievous smile.

There, other hunting dogs were also looking at him with strange eyes.

Deltan said, trying to calm his trembling body.

“… No more small talk, let’s leave right away.”

Ilias, who had been glancing at Agnes until the day before yesterday, said.

“You mean now?”

“Then when are you going?”

“I thought it was too early.”

Ilias gestured out the window.

The sun had not yet risen.

But Deltan had no intention of slacking off.

“I’m not a leisurely person enough to wait for something like that. I.”

I am exhausted both mentally and physically.

Deltan wanted to quickly escape from this body.

My nerves were a little sharp, but the reason was the pain coming from my lower back.

Even though I erased all traces with magic before my body changed again, the strange feeling did not go away.

“Hmm… I understand.”

Without another word, Ilias ordered his servants to prepare for departure.

Exactly 5 hours and 30 minutes later, the Deltans arrived at the land of the Balaur.

*

Filling the field of view was a huge desert canyon.

A winding road continues endlessly between dark ocher-colored rock walls, and the walls are covered with murals that are difficult to understand.

The land of the Balaur, the veins of Palantir.

Did you say it was to express both the meaning of being inherited from Hwaryong’s blood and the meaning of living in his blood?

As expected, it was a very poor naming sense by Deltan standards.

“This is my second time!”

Kaltara shouted excitedly.

He was warming up his body by wiggling his shoulders, looking like he was expecting a battle.

“There is no battle.”

“You might not know.”

“Just in case, not possible.”

Deltans tend not to enjoy situations that are difficult to deal with.

And the current battle was one of those ‘difficult situations to deal with.’

This is because it is impossible to exterminate the dragon tribe with Agnes’ body.

“Hey, when are they coming out?”

asked Ilias.

It was judged that he, who was familiar with the dragon tribe, would prevent conflict with the dragon tribe, and the answer that came back was yes.

“It will come soon. He’s a friend who likes to stay late.”

Ilias’s expression was strangely excited.

Are they quite close friends?

While Deltan was thinking about such thoughts, Agnes spoke.

“What is coming.”

“As expected, Count Hebron! Can you feel it?”

Deltan made a sullen face at Ilias’ fuss.

‘A body like trash.’

It was quite inconvenient because I couldn’t even catch his presence properly.

It was then.

“Seobaaang!!!”

A high-pitched sound echoes from inside the canyon.

It was a voice filled with obvious joy.

“Lira!!!”

Ilias stretched out his arms.

Only afterward was the Deltan able to see this person’s face coming out of the canyon.

‘Dragonian?’

It was a red-haired dragonian whose chest and pelvis were barely covered by a piece of cloth.

The corners of her eyes were raised, and there were horns like those of a mountain goat on the side of her head, but what was even more unusual than those were her arms.

Although it was overall human in shape, only its arms were those of a dragon covered in red scales.

If each arm was as big as the body, would that explain its ferocity?

Anyway, the Dragonian named Lyra immediately jumped up and fell into Ilias’ arms.

“Seobaaang!!! It’s been a while!!!”

“Yes! Has it been two months? I missed you so much!”

Lyra pressed her cheek against Ilias.

Then Ilias laughed.

In the meantime, when he made eye contact with Deltan, he spoke.

‘Hyeon, Ji, Cheo.’

Deltan sighed.

‘There are more than twenty-six?’

I heard that all 26-year-old wives were in the palace.

In other words, that woman named Lira is the twenty-seventh.

No, since I said it was a local office, it could have been a later turn than that.

At this point, I am shocked beyond contempt.

Deltan made a tired face and Agnes whispered.

“I think he’s so superb.”

“… Do you want to talk about that?”

“It’s amazing.”

Agnes shrugged.

Deltan sighed and looked at Ilias.

Ilias then introduced them to each other.

“Ah, say hello first! These are the guests who came to visit me. They are very precious people.”

Lyra clung to Ilias and sucked his cheek, then turned his head.

Passing through the soldiers and Eril, the gaze lingers on the Deltan for a moment.

Soon he shifted his gaze again, and when it landed on Agnes, Lyra was startled.

“Enemy of the species!!!”

He shouted, ‘Hi!’, but at the same time, his body was tightening around Ilias, as if he had no intention of letting go.

It seems like a servant who knows what happened a few years ago.

No, actually, it would be strange not to know.

The lifespan of the dragon race is hundreds of years, and they rarely leave their homeland, so he was probably one of the survivors of that day.

It’s an expected reaction, but it’s troubling.

‘I hope the conversation goes well.’

Looks scared rather than hostile.

If all the dragons were like that, it would be okay to threaten them, but to the Deltans, it was true that the dragonian named Lyra was unique.

If you meet other dragons, some will probably want to fight right away.

No matter what, I think it’s difficult to build positive relationships.

“Now, didn’t you say you were a guest?”

“Huh? customer? The enemy of the species?”

“You’re a guest! That’s a very important guest!”

As Ilias spoke leisurely, Lyra said, ‘Hmm…’ ‘!’ he said, furrowing his brows.

Then he nodded.

“If the West is like that!”

Smile brightly.

Am I stupid?

“Could you guide us to the elder?”

“I understand!”

Lyra clung to Ilias like a cicada and raised her large arms, pointing toward the canyon.

“Let’s go!”

How on earth did they bake it?

Deltan inadvertently expressed his curiosity at the obedient appearance of Lyra.

*

My curiosity never lasted long.

Not for any other reason, but because Ilias, who was walking with Lyra in his arms, explained everything that had happened from the time he met her until now.

If I were to summarize a long speech that was embellished with all kinds of rhetoric, it would be like this.

While Ilias was drifting alone in the desert, he met Lyra, fell in love at first sight, and slept with her.

However, our compatibility was so good that we stayed together for a week and ended up in this relationship.

It was vulgar and unpleasant.

Deltan looked at Lyra, who was still sucking on Ilias’ cheek, for a moment, then turned his head away as if he was sick of it.

That’s how we arrived at the dragon tribe’s village.

Deltan looked puzzled.

“Here?”

“Yes! We live here!”

It was strange.

As far as the Deltans knew, the dragon tribe lived in a village in a deeper canyon, right next to the sinkhole.

But this place is much closer to the outside than that.

I’d like to ask, but that wouldn’t be possible either.

Deltan was now Agnes’ body, and if she asked about the location of the entire village in that state, it would arouse unnecessary suspicion.

The situation right now is ambiguous even though I tell him to ask Agnes instead.

Fortunately, Kaltara stepped forward.

“I remember this wasn’t the place!”

“That’s right! Strong human! Good memory!”

“Hmm! This Kaltara has a very good memory!”

Idiots play well together.

But a conversation worth listening to.

Deltan quietly listened to Lyra’s next words.

“The sanctuary was strange, so I ran away!”

“… What?”

“Once in a while, the heat rises under the sanctuary! It’s so hot!”

Lyra smiled brightly.

Deltan’s expression wrinkled.

‘There’s been a change?’

I immediately turned on the interface.

1. Arrive at the Dragon Shrine. (Incomplete)

2. Awaken the seal of the Holy Land. (Incomplete)

3. Face the master of the martyrs. (Incomplete)

4. Keep the heat down. (Incomplete)

A quest that came to mind right after I was sent to the desert.

After carefully examining each item, Deltan soon arrived at one conclusion.

‘… ‘It looks like a battle.’

It’s not just a battle, it’s a pretty dangerous battle.

There was even a mention of ‘the master of the martyr’ in item 3.

What immediately comes to mind is the fire dragon Palantir, who is already dead and only a corpse remains.

Do we even have to deal with this dragon?

If not, has the Fire Dragon been resurrected?

Whatever it was, it was unexpected and unfortunate.

Deltan suddenly felt a sense of crisis.

‘… If it wasn’t the night before, I wouldn’t even worry about this.’

In an emergency, he could use the ‘Soul Changer’ to return to his original body and fight.

But that magic had obvious limitations.

Just a time limit.

There was a problem with the Soul Changer that if the specified amount of time was spent with a designated person, it could never be used on the same person again.

I’ve already used it for an hour.

There were only about 30 minutes left, which was not enough time to leisurely penetrate the sacred site.

Deltan sighed in frustration.

‘It’s twisted.’

That damn thing went wrong again.

I have no regrets as it was actually a matter of fidelity, but I needed to think more deeply about what to do in the future.

Deltan twisted his hair for no reason and frowned.

Meanwhile, an old man appeared from the village.

“Lira.”

A voice that sounds like someone’s throat is being scratched with metal.

There was a bone necklace hanging around the old man’s neck, indicating that he was the chieftain of the dragon tribe.

Deltan looked surprised.

‘I’ve seen this guy before.’

He was also quite close, and even fought in direct combat.

It was none other than an elder from the dragon race whom the Deltans had personally broken off and turned into an idiot during my last visit.

‘A plague.’

Even this was twisted.

Was the obviously hostile opponent the owner of this village?

“Dad!”

Lyra said.

Then the old man rolled his eyes.

“You brought a guest.”

The old man said as he touched his broken horn.

“It’s been a while.”

The gaze was aimed squarely at Delta Inn.

Even though she is in Agnes’ body.