The night was silent, and the bright moon hung high in the night sky.
I don't know if it was because of the remnants of the dragon's power, but the forest was extraordinarily quiet.
Eleazar stood at the entrance to the den, saw the brown bear curled up next to his home huffing and puffing, sensed his surroundings for a moment, and then looked with some uncertainty at the distant peak that was hidden in the dark clouds.
"No way..."
It then took more than three hours for Witcher, who climbed like a madman in the middle of the night, to gasp his way to the top of the several-thousand-meter-high mountain.
His guess was not wrong, the dragon lady had indeed gone to the peak to build a nest.
"Hoo.... Ha.... This guy..."
Exhaling a long rainbow of white air, the grim-faced Witcher soon found the nest at the top of the gusty, windswept peak.
It was a naturally formed rocky cave with a manicured entrance that looked to have been carefully smoothed out with a bit of dragon tail.
Easily sneaking into the simply unguarded lair, and then on a charred boulder at the end of the cavern, he saw the dragon resting with her tail lazily wagging.
Eleazar pulled a face and glared malevolently at the figure perched on the rock, continuing to lift his thin, inaudible footsteps, slowly blending in with the rhythm of the other's breathing.
Breathe in and lift your feet, breathe out and drop your feet, one step at a time in your heart.
The air stops and the feet stop, the air starts and the feet move, little by little, closer together.
Sneaking up to the boulder just as silently, Eleazar looked down with cold eyes at the already dead guy.
One hand gripped the tip of the tail that happened to be raised, and the other followed with a heavy slap.
"Ow!!!"
The dragoness who was suddenly attacked by a sneak attack first let out a pained cry, then her eyes twisted her head in some panic, and without even looking at who it was, she took a bite.
Witcher, who had a death grip on that tail, used his strength to come around behind her and extend his arms around her neck again, folding back hard.
"What are you doing here!"
Hearing that familiar voice, the struggling Dragon Lady then softened her body.
"Woo~"
Hearing the whimper that came from her throat, Eleazar relaxed the force on her hand before seeing her shake her body and lunge back at her after breaking free from her bonds.
Being pressed into a warm bed of rock by the figure with unfurled dragon wings.
In the next moment, a slight stinging pain came from her shoulder, and Eleazar squinted down to see her nibbling gently at herself with her teeth in a very disgruntled manner.
"How can you leave me in peace when you look like this."
Luna's mouth froze and she jerked her head up.
"Where are you going!"
Grabbing the tail that was trying to hide from him and playing with it, Eleazar absently returned, "Something has come up to leave Celine for a trip to run some personal errands, it might take six months."
"I'm going too!"
"You can't go..."
Eleazar turned his head and looked earnestly into those intimidating eyes.
"At least, you can't go to ..... just yet."
It was the first time Luna had ever seen him look at himself with such earnest as well as serious eyes.
Playing with the softening tail while stroking her back, Eleazar whispered:
"It's a journey into the complete unknown, full of risks I can't even be sure of myself, and I'll never let you risk your life with me until I'm sure it's safe, and if you don't listen I'll tie you up before you go!"
"Woo ...."
Luna whimpered and took another heavy bite.
"When will I become a Transcendent!"
Tearing into that shoulder, she asked sullenly.
Eleazar returned with a slight frown, "After you've stripped away your Dragonborn traits because you can't drink any magic potions right now, at least not ones for fae that I know of in Sequential Origins."
"So what sequence of magic potions do you have for me?"
"No, you should be asking what magical potions match your talent or specialty!"
Eleazar admonished with a serious face:
"You must remember that without the help of these factors that are in tune with your destiny, most people are unable to withstand the potion's intense poison, and the consequences of forcibly taking an ill-matched potion are often tragic!"
Luna pouted, "Well, what do you think of me in a nun's robe then?"
Eleazar thinks for a moment and reluctantly returns, "Kind of hard..."
"The Holy Light Sequence involves experiencing the despair of all thoughts and then regaining hope, and finally going through the test of the
"So... What about me wearing armor?"
"Uh, that one is harder, you don't look at knights as if they're no good, but that sequence requires just as many antecedents, your physique is up to par, but your family hasn't regained its honor yet, you have to get recognition of your status, and then you have to get your family back to transcendent status!"
"What am I supposed to do?"
Luna braced her chin on his chest, her mouth bulging.
Eleazar played with the limp tail and was silent for a moment.
"I've looked into your family history, during the Golden Age, you were a large traditional wizarding family that sent a few members to participate in the Battle of the Seamounts, which was the conquest of the transcendental species that were flooding the side of Ruin, and one of the witches flattened out and went to the battle, and then came back with a big belly, and the family was shocked, and she wouldn't give up who the father of the child was, and ended up taking a few of her loyal servants from the The family branched off and named it, Osiris."
"Wow!" Luna trailed off as if she had raised some interest:
"And then what?"
"Then ah, after a few generations, a certain generation of family heads gave up the Transcendent inheritance for some unknown reason and destroyed all books and records, officially severing themselves from the Transcendent family..."
Eleazar said in a somewhat regretful tone, "So, you actually have the potential to become a wizard, but first, you'll have to go learn the Ancient Languages, then the Transcendental Languages, and after you've been introduced to the Occult, Rituals, and Alchemy, you'll be almost ready to take magic potions."
"How long will that take!"
Luna puckered her mouth in displeasure.
"Compared to those other conditions that you simply can't meet, this path to being recognized by the Sequence just by studying hard is simply not too easy, and you don't have to bother others or look at anyone's face, the focus is just on the Transcendental language, and once you can read Transcendental script, those lessons will be mastered in no time."
Said Eleazar, pinching the tail.
"Do you want to be one of those unproductive lower-order sequences?"
"So, while I'm gone, you master the Ancient Language proficiently, and then I'll slowly teach you the Transcendental Language when I return; that stripping ceremony isn't that fast, and there's surely enough for you to complete all this schooling!"
Luna cocked her head in thought.
"Are wizards very productive?"
"The sequences that can be promoted to Legend are all promising, and Witches are the most traditional sequence of spell casters, all of them have been studied thoroughly by everyone, there are at least a dozen ways to promote to Legend, as far as I know, you can become a rare Dragon Witch in the future one hundred percent!"
"Um, a witch in a pointy hat?"
Luna thought for a moment, then happily wrapped her arms around his neck.
"Then we have a deal... Oh, you're going to help me become a wizard later!"
Eleazar held out his pinky and the tip of his tail and hooked it in agreement.
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After dawn, the dragons looked back at the nest with some reluctance.