As if like a changed person, the Dragon Lady took a vicious bite.
"Ka-ching!"
Cursed armor gauntlets, deeply sunk by four sharp fangs at the top and bottom.
Feeling the pain coming from his arm, Witcher's lowered head also slowly raised.
Those were eyes that were even colder and more unfeeling than the Dragon Lady's.
A spurt of murderous intent on the spot will be beside the desk lifted out, the other hand lightning-like outstretched strangling the other party's throat, he looked indifferent lifting.
"Fae..."
That snow-white body covered by sparse dragon scales suddenly struggled frantically.
The black wings of the dragon fanned out a hurricane, stirring things in the room into the air, and the dragon's tail slapped the floor so violently that it made the whole house emit a mournful roar of being overwhelmed.
"Hey! What are you up to!"
In the middle of the day, the landlord suddenly rapped angrily on the door downstairs.
Eleazar snapped back to his senses, his hate-filled gaze then clearing before he saw that Luna had snapped her neck, her crimson gaze collapsing as crimson and burning blood spilled from the corner of her mouth.
"I..."
The palm of his hand loosened somewhat incredulously, then quickly extended again to catch the helplessly collapsed form.
The transcendental activation, already ignited by the fae breath, sent a burning, excruciating pain through his body, and Eleazar bit his lower lip in immense agony as his trembling palms quickly fumbled for a healing potion.
Break off the cap, pick up the petite body in his arms that was out of breath more than in, pry open his jaw, and pour half of it right in.
"Hiccup~ Ahem..."
Seeing that the potion backfilled right into her mouth, Eleazar just had to pour the other half into his mouth and extradite it in for her.
This was followed by a tube of tonic potion to replenish superhuman activity.
After some first aid, the dragon lady's injuries finally stabilized.
Touching the slowly healing vertebrae at the back of his neck, Eleazar lowered his gaze and was silent for a long moment.
...
It was getting dark...
The Count, seated at the table in the Osiris mansion, looked up, put down his knife and fork, picked up the handkerchief next to him and wiped his mouth, then looked at the clock.
"Luna's not back yet?"
The butler standing beside him returned silently:
"The school said that Missy went off with a classmate to tutor her academics."
"Is it that Eleazar student again?"
"I'm afraid so, this is Missy's only friend at the moment..."
The Count mused for a moment, then suddenly rose to his feet.
"Prepare the car, we're going to the church."
Just as the Earls were about to go to the church to discuss matters, their worried daughter had a second chance to come back from the dead.
"Oooh, my neck hurts!!!"
Trembling eyelashes slowly opened, the clear pupils of her eyes quickly shrouded in a layer of fog, she covered her neck with a face full of pain.
Injuries that hurt like a badly fallen pillow were killing her.
Eleazar, sitting at his desk, looked back at the figure thrashing about under the covers and was silent for a moment.
"Just stay still and lie quietly for a while."
"Wuahwuwawuwuwu～"
But watching her move about like a small child, Eleazar narrowed his eyes and just stood up and walked over to check it out.
Lifting the covers, he saw an unmistakably red face, accompanied by bean-sized drops of sweat.
Eleazar quickly reached out and probed the dragon's forehead, turning on his senses again for a closer look.
"Well, too much transcendental activity remains..."
The characteristics of the dragon species that had fallen into slumber within her body had not finished absorbing the transcendental activity, causing a severe rejection reaction between the residue and her body, and subsequently initiating a high fever.
Eleazar, who has no supernatural healing powers, hesitates for a moment, then walks briskly down the stairs to the only phone booth in Paragon.
"Hello, Abbey? I need a doctor, uh, preferably female..."
Hanging up the phone, Eleazar stood at the intersection and waited in silence.
Not a moment later, a female priest slowly emerged from the night carrying a medicine chest.
With a faint glance at Witcher, she walked straight into the house to find the patient.
Eleazar leans against the outside courtyard wall and silently pulls out the silver pot.
Ten minutes later, the pastor stepped out again, paused for a moment, and inclined his head.
A deep look was given to the man, but she said nothing, then slowly disappeared back into the night.
Eleazar watched the other man walk away before walking into the house to the second-floor bedroom.
The dragons, who had eliminated her excess transcendental activity, had once again fallen into a deep sleep, her body temperature began to drop, and she wore a white retaining ring around her neck.
He pulled out the hourglass of time again and looked at it, sighing.
"Hey, how come I'm surrounded by people like this..."
Although he had expected it, he didn't expect his killing intent to be this strong.
Silently thinking about how to adapt to this situation later, Eleazar sits down at his desk again and flips through his magical guidebook. [Dragon Language Ritual: Capture a Dragonborn for sacrifice, set up a transfer ritual to plunder the other's active mythic traits, set up a fusion ritual to accommodate the Dragonborn's mythic traits, and after an acclimatization period that must not exceed 70% of the organization mutation, you can gain powerful spellcasting abilities and physical enhancements, and reset your magical potion branch...]
[Requirements: 5 copies of a completely different Dragon Fae Pathway potion to share that irreversible mutation of the Mythic Trait, at least Legendary rank, and no more than 70% progress in the Dragonized state, or you will be turned into a true Fae, waiting to be hunted by the next Witcher!
After a cursory scan of the dragon language ritual, Eleazar turned back to the bed in the back and gave it a silent glance.
The Dragon Lady, who was being thought of for her mythological traits, was still huffing and puffing at this point.
Nowadays, there is no telling how hard it would be to find a true dragon breed.
But if she was the one to help, the complicated premise of capturing a dragon seed and holding a sacrifice ceremony could be directly omitted.
Just set up the transfer ceremony and the fusion ceremony directly, and one of them will lie on one side.
Just as he was silently pondering what other difficulties he was having with the Dragon Language Ritual, Luna suddenly sat up and sleepily rubbed her eyes.
"So hungry..."
She was just out of complaining, and then a jacket was thrown over her, covering her entire upper body.
Luna hastily tugged off the man-scented clothes, just about ready to get angry before she realized the abnormality in her body.
"..."
Listening to the screams echoing through the sealing knot, Eleazar sat upright and said faintly, "Still having fun?"
Luna said weakly as she smothered herself in the covers for a moment:
"I... I'm going home!"
Eleazar gets up, goes to the closet, and finds a random set of his clothes to throw on the bed, then walks out the door.
Halfway through the morning, when she had wriggled out of her change of clothes, the two of them returned to the city without a word.
At the door of the Osiris mansion, watching the dozing security guard wake up hurriedly to open the door, Luna couldn't help but turn back again, looking at the figure that had disappeared, and raising her hand to touch her lips in a daze.