I felt better. It was the first time I had slept in a long time alright. I wasn't familiar with the place I woke up in. I was in a large bed. Someone was lying next to me. He was incredibly handsome. He was shirtless, too. It took me a bit, because my memories were blurry, and he wasn't releasing any spiritual energy so I couldn't tell it was him by the pressure. I had no idea why I had slept in the same bed as that madman. Plus, didn't he know I was going to kill him the moment I woke up?
Well apparently, he was confident that I wouldn't. I still hated him. I really did. From the depths of my heart, I did. I know this will sound incredibly stupid though, because nonetheless, I had no killing intent towards him at the moment. I wanted revenge more badly than anything else, but right then, at that moment, I didn't feel like killing him at all.
It wasn't because he was sleeping or anything. It wasn't because I was pitying him or anything. It also wasn't because I knew that I would have to kill the Dragon Dukes first. I don't know what it was. I looked at him, and I hated him to death. I really did. I wanted him to die. But I didn't feel like killing him all the same. Not like I didn't have the courage to do so or anything. It was weird.
I got up. I was still fully dressed. Well, still isn't the right way to put it. I wasn't wearing the same clothes when Fafnir had died. It got to me again. During the time I had spent with him, he had become like a brother to me. Though I still didn't exactly know what was going on inside his head, and I still couldn't know what he was thinking of me before he was killed by the man who was lying next to me in bed.
I remembered how warm he was when I fell into his arms, and how comforted I felt when he patted my head. It didn't seem like he was the same being who brutally slaughtered my entire village and told me to hate him back in my home world. That Ruler Of Dragons and the man lying next to me seemed like they were worlds apart. Maybe that's why I didn't want to kill him. Because deep inside, I felt like he wasn't the one responsible for my pain. He looked like the same person who killed Fafnir. But the way he was lying on the bed looking like he didn't have a single care in the world made me feel very conflicted. He had just killed his greatest threat, Fafnir. Maybe that was why he looked so at peace? I couldn't know. I couldn't know what was going in his head, I couldn't read his expression. Similar to Fafnir.
I looked around the room. It was a big room. The ceiling was a high, round dome and was painted on with large murals of angels of sorts. It was supported by a bunch of pillars. There was a large door, and I tried to open it. It was locked. I figured I could punch my way through. Didn't feel like it, though. There wasn't a lot of furniture in the room. There was the big bed, and a bedside table on each side. That was all. No chairs, no nothing. I didn't want to go back to bed. I didn't want to lie next to the Ruler Of Dragons. I think I don't need to explain why, do I?
I looked around the room again. There were no windows. It was bright, though. I didn't know where the light came from, since there weren't any lights or fires either. I decided not to think about it too much and sat down with my back against the wall. I tried meditating. It didn't amount to much, though. So I fully concentrated on my spiritual energy. It felt good. It felt like a fluid. One I could freely move through every inch of my body.
I felt like I reawakened. Okay, this is main character shit. Well, I do have main character syndrome as I said earlier, but "reawakening?" let's not use that word. I figured that, because my body had been fully destroyed when Fafnir clashed with the Ruler Of Dragons, My new body had been more fit to my Spiritual energy. It was my only fitting explanation. I merely had a totally new body, is all. My hair was still black, though. Given that there were no mirrors, that was all I could see.
It was strange, though. The more I thought about it, the stranger it got. The Aura that was protecting my soul earlier, it didn't feel like Fafnir's I knew that because I felt Fafnir's Aura often enough. Someone else was protecting me when the two of them clashed. The fact that the Ruler Of Dragons didn't kill me when I fell into his arms was also concerning. I couldn't wrap my head around what really happened. Well, no, that's not true. I could wrap my head around it. For my own sake, though, I didn't want to do so. Because all evidence, and the fact that I sleep in the same bed as the Ruler Of Dragons, pointed towards my theory that the Ruler Of Dragons was the one who had saved my life.
Suddenly, my Hand burst. Subconsciously, I had concentrated my Spiritual energy inside my hand and clenched my fist. My hand couldn't take the energy. It really hurt. My entire hand was gone, and blood was flowing from where my hand had been just a second ago. I felt the blood leaving my body. I knew I wasn't going to die, since my soul was still intact. But damn, that was stupid. My body might actually die from blood loss. Since that would be the case, I tried to concentrate my spiritual energy onto my wound, this time consciously. The bleeding stopped. I closed my eyes and tried harder. That was as far as it went, though. My hand didn't grow back. It would, within a day, but it didn't right now.
I opened my eyes when someone gently touched my forearm. I saw my hand growing back. I looked to my left. The Ruler Of Dragons was sitting next to me, silently. Then, he met my gaze. The moment our eyes met, it felt like he was staring deep into my soul. I mean it. So I quickly looked away and pulled my hand away. I was scared. I didn't know what he was going to do. He could kill me on the spot. He could also straight up dissolve into air. In my imagination, at least.
He did none of that, though. He got up and reached out his arm to help me up, too. And as I did so, out of nowhere, he kissed me.