The journey of a heroine starting from the Dragon Clan

"...Let's have a good talk before she comes over."

Taking a deep breath, Angers found a place to sit down in the attic.

"Talk? I know what you are worried about, but I think your worries are irrelevant."

As if he knew what he was going to say, the old cowboy shook his head, and then picked up the flashlight beside him.

"Let me ask you, is this kind of prop useful for dragons?"

"……No."

After a moment of silence, Angers shook his head.

——With the powerful physique of dragons, there is no need for such adaptation lamps at all. They can adapt to various extreme environments.

"What about the bamboo dragonfly? Do you think dragons need this?"

As he spoke, the old cowboy picked up a bamboo dragonfly placed on the table.

"No need."

Angers sighed, he understood what the other party was going to say.

"Yes, this is the real preciousness of these alchemy tools."

Carefully placing the bamboo dragonfly back on the table, the old cowboy sat down on the sofa nearby.

"The alchemy props in the past had very strict restrictions, and ordinary people could hardly use them. However, these alchemy props have strong adaptability and can be said to be completely prepared for ordinary people. Among them I believe I don’t need to explain the importance of it too much, right?”

Sitting upright, the old cowboy looked solemn.

"Ange, admit it, you actually have other speculations in your mind."

“…”

Angers did not respond, just remained silent.

For the Dragon Clan, he only had hatred in his heart, and it was precisely because of that almost unquenchable anger that he had been supporting him until now.

But in recent years, his thoughts have quietly changed, from the fact that all dragons must die without burial, to the tendency in his heart that has slightly shifted.

...Especially when those old friends who lived as neither humans nor ghosts in the mental hospital regain their lives.

He hated those monsters for taking away everything from him, but everything that had been taken away from him seemed to be being returned bit by bit through some channels.

"Do you understand? No matter whether the opponent is Dragon King Norton or not, these are not important. What is important are these unimaginable alchemy tools."

Shaking his head, he picked up a wine bottle from the ground and poured it into his mouth. The expression on the old cowboy's face became serious.

"Those of us who have dragon blood originally use the power of the devil to fight against the devil. Why should we care so much? I only know that we need this power, and this is enough."

"Then what if my guess is true?"

Suddenly raising his head, Angers looked at the old cowboy in front of him.

"She is not Norton, the King of Bronze and Fire, but the legendary White Emperor. What should we do?"

"Wouldn't that be better? It means we'll have a great ally."

Drinking rum from the bottle, the old cowboy spoke in a relaxed tone.

"We all know that in the history of the Dragon Clan, the Black King killed the White King, so she must be on our side. The enemy of our enemy is a friend. As long as she can help you in your dragon-slaying career, no matter what It doesn’t matter who the other party is, right?”

Putting down the wine bottle in his hand, the old cowboy looked up at him.

"So many years have passed, and even the old Henkel is old and about to die, but you are still full of energy. You are obviously an old guy over a hundred years old, but you are still rushing to slay the dragon with a folding knife. The first line. The desire that has supported your actions so far is revenge. You will not care about anything but destruction. Even if there is a nuclear bomb in front of you, you will hold it and rush into the Dragon Clan's base camp to die with them. You are the contemporary Nemesis, I really can't think of anything that would sway you."

"...It must be because I am concerned."

After a long silence, Angers sighed.

"I didn't have any worries before, so I could ignore everything, but now, I have begun to have things that I can't let go of. Can you understand this feeling? In the legend, the white emperor can see into people's hearts, and in fact, she does He accurately discerned the weakness in my heart, which is what worries me the most.”

"Then according to what you said, shouldn't she help you?"

Looking at him sideways, the old cowboy looked disdainful.

He understood what Angers was talking about. In the past few years, due to the alchemical potions provided by the other party, the legendary dragon slayers in history had been reborn in the mental hospital one after another.

Those people are famous in history, but due to the critical blood limit and the pollution of their bloodline, they have become inhuman and ghosts one by one. Especially the violent blood technology inherited from the Lion Heart Club has accelerated their destruction.

...But now, they are alive again.

"What desperate people fear most is hope, because you never know when that hope will turn into deeper despair again."

Looking up at the white doves rising and falling outside the window, Angers spoke softly.

"I admit that I am a bit pretentious and neurotic, but I am really worried about this. I don't know what her purpose is. Is it simply revenge against the Black King, or... towards the world?"

"So, have you got a result?"

The old cowboy raised his eyebrows slightly.

"I don't believe you haven't sent someone to observe her in the past few years. You gave her your personal number. You should be very familiar with her."

"The result? The result was that it was completely harmless, and the other party even got motion sickness."

Looking at the old cowboy in front of him, Angers sighed.

"Also, I wish I hadn't given out this number. She would call me whenever something happened, and she didn't take into account the time difference between the two places. I almost had a neurasthenia."

"Really? It seems like she quite trusts you..."

Reaching out to touch his chin, the old cowboy looked thoughtful.

"Do you trust me? I do feel so."

Angers smiled helplessly.

"Although I think it's because she's afraid of trouble that she frequently comes to me to get over it once and for all, but now that I think about it, she probably has some trust in her."

"Okay, is there anything else? If nothing happens, you, the goddess of revenge, can leave. Next is the communication time between the two alchemist masters. You can't understand even if you are next to me."

Waving his hands in disgust, the old cowboy stood up from the sofa.

"I have specially tidied up the attic from top to bottom. It is not specially prepared to welcome you, so please stand up, otherwise it will take a lot of time to tidy up later."

"……And one more thing."

The old cowboy who stood up in front of him spoke with a faint tone.

"You do know me very well, but you still made a mistake. The mistake is not only outrageous, but also mentally retarded."

"Wrong? What did I do wrong?"

The old cowboy was slightly stunned.

"Is it possible that you want to tell me that you are actually a hidden and powerful alchemist master?"

"No, not that."

Looking up at the sky in the distance, Ange spoke in a deep voice.

"I am the God of Revenge."

ps: Good morning (づ●─●)づ

There will be another update later. Starting tomorrow, the update will be fixed at five o'clock in the afternoon.