The Price is Everything of Yours (76 Chapters Left to Complete) - Chapter 218

Cledwin had watched for opportunities to secretly escape from the dragon several times.

It was astonishing that the evil dragon from 600 years ago had survived without dying. If the dragon’s lair truly lay here, confirming its condition was their duty—but such a task required sufficient troops and a detailed operation.

It was not something they could accomplish alone, suddenly thrown into the depths of these ruins with only his frail wife by his side, to confront the dragon herself.

The dragon certainly wouldn’t favor humans. In fact, she had called Neris the child of Elantria and Cledwin the child of Palos. If she viewed them as descendants of the ancient heroes, hostility was only natural.

Yet why she had treated them so kindly remained a mystery.

Had the dragon shown even the slightest opening, Cledwin would have grabbed Neris and fled at once—or fought the dragon.

But the dragon never once looked back at them as she strode ahead, radiating an unshakable presence. Along the way, she swept aside the scattered monster corpses with a mere gesture, never sparing them a glance.

Even though both had only received basic magical education, they could clearly sense the dragon’s immense magical power. She was the sort of being who could accomplish feats people would call mythical in the blink of an eye.

It was astounding. Records from 600 years ago spoke of evil dragons, immensely powerful mages who could reshape terrain alone, monsters, and fairies. Yet tangible proof of their existence was hard to find. If Cledwin were to step outside now and claim he’d seen an orc, everyone would simply laugh it off.

‘Nowadays, some even argue that the Evil Dragon never truly existed and that the tale of the Three Heroes was merely an epic crafted around the deeds of three powerful human houses from 600 years ago.’

“How did you know this place was the dragon’s lair?”

Cledwin whispered the question to Neris. Neris, who had maintained a solemn expression all this while, replied in an equally hushed tone.

“I read a combat log in the library here. It detailed which species of monster to deploy and how to resist when human troops approached. Who else but the dragon herself would write such records?”

Unless it were mere fiction.

Yet right before their eyes, stone gargoyles came to life and long-forgotten ancient monsters charged at them. Neris had no intention of wasting energy denying such obvious reality.

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