The Archmage’s Restaurant

# 137

Chapter.32 An old story about a dragon

There is a dragon.

This is a young dragon that has not yet reached adulthood.

The dragon was curled up and sleeping in the lair his mother had given him.

She is a loner.

Crouching Dragon was a complete loner.

She’s been so lonely ever since her mother died.

Being a loner, her specialty was sleeping.

Therefore, she spent almost all of her life sleeping for over 700 years.

Hundreds of years were spent in a rare place where there was no light. Because there was nothing I could do except sleep.

I hated everything.

Even the dragons who killed their mothers. And the dragons that led Mom into a trap. And the family who never believed in their mother until the end.

Even the elders who should have trusted my mother the most did not trust her.

The mother was mysteriously killed, feeling like a high treason to everyone. That death is ultimately a death created by other dragons and the clan itself.

Thinking about that always filled her with anger. But that’s it.

There was nothing she could do other than boil over in anger.

With his own strength, it was impossible for him to take true revenge on the true evildoer who did this to his mother, and on the family that condemned her as a shameless high traitor.

I have no strength.

No matter how much you cry and scream, you cannot kill another dragon.

Moreover, a true evil beast cannot be found.

Just thinking about that made her teeth grind together and they were on the verge of falling off, but she couldn’t help it.

There was no way.

Therefore, she hated and hated all living beings, and among them, she hated herself the most, as she could not do anything.

We grind our teeth for hundreds of years, but in the end, all we can do is sleep.

It’s hard to even let go of that anger.

There was no other way than to just fall asleep.

darkness.

The endless darkness embraces my entire body.

Yes, just like mom.

The only rest left to her was to fall into sleep and darkness and let vast amounts of time pass by.

Only when you sleep can you forget everything.

Forget about your poor and insignificant existence. Forget mom too. Forget about revenge.

You can just fall into darkness.

This darkness is so empty that I wish the end of the world would come a thousand times and turn everything into nothingness.

Such boring years.

But even so, he is not yet an adult.

And there are still thousands of years to live.

The more this happens, the more resentment towards everyone accumulates.

All I could think about was dying, like the withered rice plants that were not harvested on time.

All her emotions came out the day her mother died.

After that, she never showed her emotions on the surface.

Those are the years.

Even if her peers in the clan trample and insult her.

Doesn’t even show any facial expression. No, there is no need to export it. Because I really have no inspiration.

Curling up in the dark rare is everything to her.

Everything about yourself.

nothingness.

vacuity.

abyss.

An explosion of darkness.

When I hate it the most.

That is when her grandfather, the elder of the Black Dragons, comes to visit.

It’s the most unpleasant moment in the world because you have to force yourself to get up and listen to things you don’t want to hear.

What I always say is the same.

A nagging feeling telling me not to just sleep, but to have fun and blend in with the world.

What a play.

Even though dragons don’t like it, humans just feel like bugs.

It’s insignificant.

She could never understand why she should become involved with a creature more insignificant than a dragon.

And in the first place, I didn’t even have the slightest desire to leave this place where my mother died unjustly. Because that’s the way to soothe my mother’s soul.

Otherwise, he might have already died.

If only I had that kind of courage.

“Are you still thinking only about your mother? Hey… .”

Mom’s Dad.

He doesn’t even think about his mother. They tell me to forget it. Just forget it.

So, you have to protect your mother at least yourself.

The more the elder behaved like that, the more solid that thought became.

“Did you find the beast that killed your mother? Otherwise, I’ll just turn it off.”

“Hey. How much do you have to say for them to understand? Your mother… He stole the dragon beads from the Red Dragon Shrine, and when that failed, he… .”

“no! “No no no no!”

She responded very firmly to the elder’s words. Her voice was close to a scream.

At this moment when discussing my mother, my once dead emotions turn into anger.

Why is she so certain about her mother’s death?

Because I saw the truth.

That’s when her mother held her and showed her the dragon bead and explained the secrets it contained.

The dragon bead she saw was definitely not red. I am confident that I can distinguish between red and black even if I am half blind.

So what her mother had at that time was definitely not a red bead or anything.

Red Dragon’s Relic.

The dragon beads stored in the Red Dragon’s sanctuary are famous for their bright red color.

So no.

The dragon bead her mother happened to find was black. Black like the abyss of a deep night that seems to contain the universe.

She felt as if her whole body would be submerged in that beautiful darkness. The dragon bead that was so scary yet beautiful was definitely not red.

But she was the only one who saw it.

A dragon bead that was replaced by someone. That brilliant darkness has disappeared.

What her mother found was the black dragon’s sacred relic that had been lost.

This is a black dragon bead left behind by the founder of the Black Dragon.

Her mother, who found it, explained the abyss to her daughter and immediately reported it to her father, Elder.

And the day I took the bead to the Black Dragon’s sacred place.

For some reason, what was in the marble box was a red marble.

And it matched their sacred relics that were missing from the Red Dragon’s sacred site.

In particular, because her mother had visited the Red Dragon’s sacred site with the elder, she was faced with a situation that could not be avoided due to jealousy.

In other words, the story is that they did not find the Black Dragon’s bead, but rather stole the Red Dragon’s bead.

Some say that common sense would have it that if he had stolen the marble, he would not have reported it to the elders, but the fact that he was holding the marble himself made it impossible for any excuse.

In the end, she became a high treason criminal.

Of course, the Black Dragons also defended her mother at first, but gradually evidence against her came out as if they wanted to see it.

singly.

singly.

Everything was thoroughly planned.

So that everyone believes.

The evidence.

All those circumstances.

And because of that, the Dragon War almost broke out again, and in the blink of an eye, he was branded a high traitor to his clan.

Her mother even died mysteriously while trying to clear her name.

Those in power in Black Dragon at the time, including Dihegma, dismissed this as a suicide resulting from a failed plan.

and.

Black Dragon’s leadership had to experience the great humiliation of bowing their heads as they returned the sacred relics stolen by Red Dragon.

The fact that he bowed his head to the Red Dragon clan, with whom he had not been on good terms for tens of thousands of years.

It was recorded as a history of unprecedented humiliation.

A dragon who brought unprecedented shame to the clan.

That’s her mom.

And the price of that humiliation was not paid on the elder, who could be said to be the strongest member of the clan, but on the weak, weak woman.

Every moment you do not receive the protection of an elder.

All the bullies came for her.

But she had no interest or interest in that.

The important thing is that mom is not a sinner.

no.

Absolutely not.

What disappeared was a black dragon bead.

She’s the only one who knows that.

There is no dragon to trust. The truth only she knows.

As an elder who didn’t know that fact, I couldn’t believe what she said. I wanted to believe it, but it wasn’t enough evidence to convince the other dragons. Rather, the more I investigated, the more all the evidence pointed to my daughter’s crime.

So everything the granddaughter said was an illusion.

“Everyone makes a mistake once. Even if he hadn’t died that way, I would have done something. But that kid… So, kid. You too, stop forgetting. Only then can we move forward… .”

“It’s not a mistake. “Because mom never made a mistake!”

She screamed loudly.

Her voice echoes across the Leir’s ceiling. After shouting that, she crouched down again.

The elder left the lair with a sigh, probably thinking he couldn’t do it and thinking about coming back.

And the great shame of the person who bowed his head and returned the stolen sacred object.

The wound did not heal.

Hundreds of years later, it eventually leads to a huge fight called the Dragon War.

The outbreak of the Dragon War.

In the middle of the peaceful years before the war, she quietly looked up at Rare, satisfied with the darkness and silence that had finally come with the elder’s disappearance.

And then he put his head down again.

Deep sleep begins again. A deep sleep that resembles the darkness before your eyes.

There is only one reason why she wakes up in the darkness. Because I’m hungry.

At times like that, she flies up into the sky.

Eat monsters.

Well, well.

I’ve never tasted anything like that. Just eat.

I eat because I am hungry. That’s just the story. Herbivores are better than monsters because they have a softer swallowing feel, but it doesn’t really matter.

Well, there isn’t much of a difference.

As you fly, there are monsters and flocks of animals.

It is food.

Fill your stomach and drink water at the lakeside. After filling her stomach to last for decades, she goes back to sleep.

I myself can’t do anything.

Because I don’t even have the courage to see my mom.

Just living an empty life in the dark like this.

So 700 years.

It was well over 700 years since she was born.

One big change occurred in her life.

Monsters and animals are food. Therefore, to her, humans who were not even food were useless creatures that could only be killed by stepping on them.

Although she hates dragons, she is a dragon after all. The thoughts of humans are no different from those of other dragons.

An insignificant being that can only be played with.

The very state that dragons accept as entertainment.

She even refused that entertainment.

It’s to the point where I think it’s trivial to even play with it.

All I had was the feeling of cleaning up bugs.

And that day too.

She woke up hungry. When I wake up, I feel really, really strong and mystic and I don’t feel good.

So I flew up in front of Rae in search of something to eat.

And I found a human being.

The human asked her one question very arrogantly.

And she used her breath.

It was a question and answer dance.