I then realized I hadn’t said “Thank you” to her for saving my life.
“I’m s-sorry! I guess I panicked a little because so many unbelievable things happened to me in a row. I really appreciate you saving my life.”
I realized it was rude of me not to express my gratitude to the person who had just saved my life. I immediately bowed my head and apologized, followed by words of gratitude.
“Uh, yeah. I know exactly how you feel. Yeah. It felt like watching Master work miracles, I suppose. Well, I understand that feeling of thinking that it’s impossible to defeat that fearsome bird with just one blow, considering it’s normal.”
And the dragonoid maid nodded while thinking about something.
I’m relieved to see she wasn’t angry for the time being.
“I’m a slave and maid to a certain someone, and this is all I can tell you right now. I apologize for not revealing my name.”
“No, I’m fine. Many adventurers hide their real names. And in case you are wondering, I also use a fake name when I identify myself.”
“Is that so? We dragonoids take pride in our race and name, so it’s new for us since no one uses a fake name.”
Apparently, this maid couldn’t reveal her name, and she apologized for that, but that doesn’t change the fact that she saved me from certain death. It’s rare for adventurers to give their real names in the first place, so I told her I’m not concerned about that, and she told me about dragonoid customs.
I’d heard stories about them, but as rumours go, the dragonoids are just as proud as the elves, and I learned that they are proud of their own race.
However, that’s why I was getting more and more confused as to why the beautiful dragonoid in front of me was a slave and was wearing a maid’s outfit.
She is not dissatisfied with her current situation as far as I can see, and, in fact, she even showed me the collar around her neck as if being a slave is something to be proud of.
She seems to want to mention the collar, but I would not dare ask a slave about the collar, a sign of slavery, and I would not dare ask a dragonoid about it either.
I wonder if her master is a pervert, as they use a collar instead of a slave’s crest. However, if the master is a man, I am confident we would shake hands firmly as two people sharing the same sexual proclivities.