Kidnapped Dragons

However, the regent spoke out of his mind. What kind of regret is that? The memory of the last episode is past. What has flowed cannot be changed. It was foolish to suffer for what could not be changed.

Perhaps regret itself was unpleasant. Regret is a feeling that goes against his life.

He was a human being who should not regret it.

Does it mean killing people and apologizing to their families? Is it justified if it was revenge? If you regret the act of murder, will the dead return? In response to that question, the regent was able to give an answer that he was not.

Sin is sin, and Orod becomes sin. Since I was so unfair, starting with… was just an epistle to justify all my sins and wrap them up beautifully.

At least he's lived with that in mind. I had no reason to think deeply about it as I did not rationalize it.

But right now, it's not a big deal.

He would have dared to shake his head to shake the whole history he had walked through.

Regret is a clumsy feeling.

If he was going to regret it and be foolish, he shouldn't have done that in the first place. And if I had already done it, I would have regretted it or sought forgiveness.

From the moment he put down the idea that fate was unjust, he became a sinner. He had to confess his guilt and remain a sinner in the future. Till the moment your life is over.

So he wanted to put down the idea of what could not be changed, and focus on what could be changed.

The winter before his eyes was in his arms.

I was calming my cries in his arms.

Even if it was a gesture from a shallow pretence, he hoped that the child would not cry and not get sick.

What I learned from spring, Jericho, with a slow beating. He knocked on the back of the winter.

Knock... Knock... Knock...

Then the child's heart, which was shaking unstably, began to calm down a little. It wasn't because he knocked on his back that time was exquisite.

The winter with his face removed from the shoulders of the keeper stares blankly at his face. It was like a child who had never seen magic before.

“Are you okay?”

“ ……. ”

The child, who nodded his head, saw the flushing of his face. Red cheeks that you would never see from him, as usual.

Then I realize this place is an ice cave trick.

Like a house made of frost. A place where there's cold everywhere.

The winter sweated and put a small hand on his cheek. His cheeks, which were always tiresome, were cold enough to be unfamiliar today. The red part was strangely hot.

I worry about the look on the child's face that I just cried about.

“I'm fine, so don't mind. ”

“ ……. ”

However, his breathing appears white in his eyes.

Concerned, the winter pushed his cheek into the sluggish goblet.

He was unfamiliar with the child's cheeks today.

The warmth conveyed on the skin was strange.

* * *

I watch time with a circus clock. As the winter stopped crying, time passed. The child took a deep breath to see if he had calmed down a bit.

“... it doesn't hurt. ”

It was said with a smiling mouth. My eyes frowned and I was not persuasive.

Yu Hyeong-tae sat next to the child and waited for the time to come.

For a while there was nothing between the two.

“… Ugh,"

Soon the pain of the heart began again. The glabella narrows in winter.

Maintenance knew Spring in detail about the escape. The pain of winter was the dragon heart twisting itself.

Only if this is done successfully will the escape begin.

“ ……. ”

There was a beaded tear on the edge of winter's eye. It started to spill.

He couldn't sympathize with his pain. I didn't have this experience myself.

So despite the trembling of the head that touched my forearm, I didn't know what to do.

It aroused a peculiar urgency in his emotions. Unknown feelings that resemble annoyance made me feel frustrated.

“… Ugh. ”

I can't help but feel my little hands twitching.

I think he asked for something to hold on to, and he gave me his finger. Winter grabbed the finger of the keeper.

Often the power is added to the Gosari's hand. At that time, he cried out. It allowed me to know more precisely when the child was sick.

I feel a little more urgent and frustrated.

The child became more and more ill. At first, I only shed tears. Later, I couldn't stand groaning. Uh-uh. I threw up my disconnected voice. Then I even played a little song.

Dozens of hours to do that.

I felt like my fingertips and toes were frozen. However, there was no excitement in that.

I wish I could do something for you.

Nothing comes to mind about what to do to make your child less sick. The regent lacked the wisdom to nurse someone.

But he continued to ponder. When I was sick, I remembered the voice of summer when I was forcibly joking.

However, he had no jokes to know.

I didn't know how to say pleasant things.

I feel even more frustrated.

“Winter.”

So what he took off his mouth was an act of impulse.

The crying eyes look up at him.

“If you have a joke to like, I mean……. ”

I had to say something unexpected, so the words twisted.

The joke was a failure when you picked up a few words like that.

An unexpected reaction occurred.

My father said that I looked like a keeper and was funny. The winter of weeping smiled.

A bit of strength was released from the hand of winter who grabbed the retaining finger. It might have been a coincidence. However, as a good sign, I decided to talk a little more.

“Winter.”

“... Yes. ”

“If you have to stay away from me. ”

“ ……? ”

The child is anxious enough to say so.

“If it's a story. If.”

“… yes. ”

“Then you want to follow me. ”

“ ……. ”

“Isn't it?”

“... What about you, sir? ”

“I'd love to come with you. But if you have to fall. Why do you think you want to follow me? ”

In the sixth time, what did winter intend to do with him? The relationship with the child was not as good as it is now.

Winter shook his head. I was not distinguished between unanswered and disliked.

“... are you a good person? ”

Then he asked. He shook his head.

“... then, I shouldn't. ”

“Why."

“… if you're a good person, I hope so. ”

“I see.”

When the horse was cut off from him, winter asked.

“… can you be a good person? ”

“Well.”

“... Can I ask you a favor? ”

“Someone's a good person. ”

“… scum, who picks up? ”

“I can do that. ”

“... who feeds the cats? ”

“That would be worth it. Again.”

“... angry, who doesn't? ”

“Well, when you're angry, you should be angry. ”

“ ……. ”

“Otherwise, people won't know you're angry. ”

“... but still. ”

“Still?”

“... Angry, less angry. ”

Winter snow becomes slightly puffy.

The regent didn't know why he was doing this. However, I thought I should say yes.

“Yes, I got it. ”

“… and. ”

“Do you have any more? ”

“... who plays with me. ”

I thought I knew what this meant. It's a little selfish of him.

“Then I'm already a good person, aren't I? ”

“... Huh? ”

“I'm playing with you. ”

“... who plays a lot... a lot. ”

“Yes, I got it. ”

In winter's hands, the power was relieved. Fortunately, it felt better to talk.

If so, he seemed to have to say something again so that the conversation would not be lost as it is now.

“Adults,”

No words came out of his mouth.

“… yes. ”

“Hey, did you want to be an adult? ”

“… uh-huh. ”

Winter shakes his head.

“Why."

“... because I was scared. ”

“Why. It's hard to see sisters going to school every morning? ”

Winter was a gogal stir. Just as I didn't say that, a different worry was in his eyes than when he was sick.

Then what scares you? She stopped talking and waited for her next words to come out.

“… if I change my mind. ”

Winter opened his mouth after pondering for a while.

“Uh.”

“... Mister. ”

“Uh.”

“... I don't like it. ”

Until then, the blue gaze that only looked at him avoided him.

“... Growing up, if I don't like it..... ”

“No."

“... Really? ”

“Yeah, that's not going to happen. ”

“ ……. ”

“You just need to grow up healthy. ”

Then the anxiety clears his eyes.

“So, don't worry about nothing. I only care about the dermis. ”

“... Yes. ”

“Good.”

Speaking of which, the conversation was cut off.

It was always like this, so he couldn't talk to the children for long.

“... nice. ”

So when winter follows his words without meaning. He thought of one answer:

“Squirrel.”

I opened my eyes as I closed my mouth.

“ ……? ”

“ ……. ”

“... Huh? ”

“Good... Rat. ”

Until then, the winter also seemed to understand the meaning of maintenance.

The child smiled with a tired expression.

“… Rat meat. ”

“Geese.”

“… Geese. ”

“I told you. Geese.”

“… Geese. ”

“ ……. ”

“... Hehe. ”

“Pillars.”

“... nest. ”

“Gazelle.”

“... Is that it? ”

“There's a deer. It looks like a deer. ”

“... how do you cry? ”

“I don't know. Moo, Moo. You'll cry.”

Winter laughed at Cookook.

“… the worm. ”

“What? Ah, migration policy. ”

“... Is that it, Mo?

“Well.”

“… squirrels. ”

“Rat meat.”

Again, the goose, the nest, the gazelle.

Finally, the winter of thinking of the word that began with the gel in his turn smiled widely.

“... jelly. ”

He continued for a long time to make meaningless ends with the child.

What does this mean? Winter often laughs and cooks.

This was a pretty good situation. Even though the pain was pushed back again, the winter did not cry as before because I was pondering the word of the end.

I wish I knew. I thought of touching it for a while, and it disappeared.

But the expansion of the heart ended.

The dragon heart slowly appears dormant.

Within a week, winter was out of its mind.

Winter's body began to grow with a blue manna.

The polymorph is released.

Underground cave. It's about 10 meters tall.

The Blue Dragon's Hatzling reveals itself.

Little horn. Reptile head. Blue scales and pears. A relatively white pear. And huge wings and tails.

What I've never seen before, in winter.

Within minutes, dark manas begin to flow everywhere. It creates moisture over the body of winter, then forms itself and begins to freeze.

It's like a giant crystal.

A six-metre blue dragon trapped in transparent ice.

From there, the dragon's scales begin to blur. Leather is slowly sounding. A little blood flows out like water. The scales that have occurred are shredded to pieces and burned with mana.

In earnest, his escape began.

“ ……. ”

He approaches the ice crystal in a daze.

There is no way that a dragon dies or becomes crippled while escaping. So, Spring said you can sigh at the beginning of this phase.

However, he did not feel sensitive.

The look of winter that had just hurt was good in front of my eyes. He sits in front of a giant crystal, forgetting that my fingertips are frozen with a serious statue, and watches him escape.

Watching the blood flow makes the senses more sensitive.

I don't think so, but if there's a slight glitch in winter's escape.

He seemed to be very annoyed.

* * *

The uncontrolled blue dragon's manna leaks out and scatters over the iceberg.

Mana is an expression of will. The manna of winter smells like the blood of this fallen tiger. Stimulated ‘predators’ nearby.

Something twirled in the water and put its head out.

Towards a sweet scent I've never smelled in my entire life.

They began to move their bodies.