They gave him a lead plate tag with his name on it. Him. Like he was some mammal.
"This is degrading!" Vainqueur complained to his loyal lackey Victor, as they flew above the farmlands of Carabas. The news had put him in a foul mood. "Lead? Lead!"
"Every adventurer starts with a lead plate," Victor explained, the wind in his face causing his lips to move in ways Vainqueur found distracting. "That's the ranks. Lead, copper, iron, bronze, silver, gold, and starmetal. I'm a lead adventurer too, Your Majesty."
"But you are a manling!" Also, why the adventurer guild put that greenish unshiny starmetal higher than brilliant gold, Vainqueur would never understand. "I am a dragon. Can you manlings fly? Can you breathe fire that melts stone? Can you live forever? No, so why is that not enough for gold?"
"You are a unique case, Your Majesty," minion Victor tried to assuage his wounded pride. "Forgive my poor species, who does not know how to deal with you."
"Just this once!" Vainqueur said, flying over a vast forest, smelling the presence of trolls, slimes, and other beasts below. Birds and harpies flew away in fear at his arrival. "Are these the troll woods?"
"Yes, Your Majesty. Trolls usually live in caves, if we look for one—"
"Minion, I will not sully my peerless scales with some troll's dung. I am a dragon, remember?" Vainqueur took a long, deep breath, and then dove towards the woods. The forge in his stomach lit up, the infernal power within turning the air into flames.
The great calamity unleashed his mighty dragonfire upon the forest, a torrent of bright, nearly white flames incinerating trees, animals, everything; Vainqueur flew in a straight line around the forest, intending to make a full ring of fire and trap the trolls – and whatever creatures unlucky enough to live with them – within.
Victor screamed in surprise, held close to Vainqueur's own maw. "Your Majesty, what are you doing?!"
"Fulfilling your kind's request," Vainqueur replied, after taking back some breath and preparing for a second round. Thanks to the wind, the inferno spread through the forest far north, turning trees to candles and grass to embers.
Vainqueur dove again through a cloud of smoke, much to his minion's terror, smelling trolls below. A bunch of these savage, green-skinned giants attempted to flee the coming flames, only for the dragon to bombard them, spitting his fire in the shape of fireballs instead of a continuous stream. The projectiles exploded on contact with the ground, vaporizing the beasts, blasting the dirt and forming craters.
Congratulations! You gained a level in [Noble]!
+30 HP, +1 INT, +1 LCK!
Vainqueur awaited the declaration of a new Perk, but nothing came up. Maybe he hadn't burned the place enough. The forest bordered several hills forming a natural frontier, and so Vainqueur bombarded this area too, intent on devastating the entire forest instead of just the troll's lair.
After a few minutes of firebombing the land, Vainqueur finished remaking the Woods of Gevaudan into a nice, smoking hellscape. "There, troll problem solved!" Vainqueur said, happy with himself. "All we need is to claim the reward now!"
"Your Majesty, can I…" Victor pleaded, the ash-filled wind making him scoff, "Your Majesty, flight is terrible when you hold me in your palm. Especially when you breathe dragonfire down my neck."
"This must be your lack of scales," Vainqueur said. "I empathize with your situation, I truly do, but what can I do about this birth defect?"
"Can I… can I… can I ride on your back instead?"
Vainqueur looked down on his insolent lackey. "Minion, what kind of ungrateful demand is that? Have I not given you an honest occupation? When I found you this morning you were but a mere thief, purposeless, adrift. Now you are chief of staff. My chief of staff. Do not demand too much."
Victor sighed at his master's scolding. "I guess at least I got a level out of this."
"You did?" Was that not payment enough?
"Yeah, I got a level in Monster Squire when you made me your 'chief of staff,' and now I got another. I didn't even know this class existed."
"What is a squire? A manling term?"
"It's, uh, the apprentice of a knight or a noble. They help them get ready for battle, do menial chores for their boss, learn the tricks of the trade…"
"Ah, yes. A minion."
"Yes, it pays just as much."
Of course, the manlings would copy this honorable dragon institution. They learned from the best. "I did not get a perk this time, which I find confounding."
"It's only one per two levels, Your Majesty."
"Who decides that?"
"The gods, I think. Or maybe the Fomors."
"These good for nothing upstarts? They always claim they made the world when everyone knows dragons did it first. Tell me where I can find and reprimand them."
Victor gave him a strange, incredulous look. "Reprimand the… I don't know Your Majesty, I'm not a religious guy. Maybe we could ask a bishop."
"We will after you climb down and recover what is mine."
"After I what?"
"According to this Old Money Perk , the trolls below should drop treasures when they die. You do not expect me to get down and sully myself with ashes?"
Victor glanced down at the fiery crater below them, then back at his master. "Your Majesty, I am not immune to fire."
Not immune to—ah yes, he had forgotten. By the elder wyrm, how could the manlings avoid extinction so far? "We will delay my gratification until after the fires die down," Vainqueur said, "after we obtain restitution for your previous employer's crime."
"Sure, sure, if we could just land somewhere safe so I could look at the map…"
No wonder that Marquise lowered herself to hire thieves. Vainqueur too would be bitter at living in a palace with only one tower.
And one on such a small hill at that. The female manling would seethe in jealousy upon seeing Vainqueur's own lair, made of the world's tallest mountains. That castle had little stone walls, overseeing villages from above its mound, and manned with manlings equipped with bows and arrows. They had fired a few of these toothpicks as Vainqueur and his minion landed on their front door, with the dragon retaliating by tossing a few of the primates on the ground with his tail. After they stopped, Vainqueur had patiently waited for them to bring their master for a civilized chat.
The castle overflowed with the smell of cats and felines, including lions, tigers, and even a sphinx, according to Vainqueur's nose. A flag representing a cat with boots stood at the summit of the tower, much to the dragon's amusement.
Maybe they had good knights? It had been a while since Vainqueur had lived up to his name.
"I have been wondering, minion, what does Marquise mean in your language?"
The minion finished stretching his legs, happy to be back on his feet. "That means she's a noble lady. Don't ask me where she ranks in the kingdom's hierarchy, I just know she's above the count that put the request for the trolls."
A noble lady? Vainqueur's head perked up, his Princess Sense stirring. "Is she a princess?"