CH 183

Rattle rattle.

I look down, and see the bones beneath my feet clearly moving in a specific direction.

The sound of bones scraping and hitting each other gets progressively louder.

They move around us to avoid us, and it all gathers in one place and begins to set something up.

They’re like some sort of living being.

The shape that they’re forming soon becomes clear.

Before we know it, the dragon the bones put together is in front of us. An undead dragon.

“Princess Lily, get behind me!”

I hold scrolls I snuck into my pockets, and get ready to use them while I move in front of Princess Lily.

“Gyururu.”

Seilook lets out an echoing cry.

It’s telling us the undead dragon in front of us isn’t actually our enemy.

Now that I really stop and think about it, I’m not feeling any enmity coming from it. But many undead type monsters don’t have emotions.

I continue to watch it while not completely letting my guard down.

As I hold my scrolls, still ready to use them if I need to, Seilook casually approaches the undead dragon.

Seilook and the undead dragon’s noses touch. Apparently it’s like a greeting between dragons.

“Oh my, it looks like they’re friends, Master Rust. Can I touch that bone dragon as well?”

I try my hardest to stop a very curious sounding Princess Lily.

In the meantime, it looks like Seilook and the undead dragon are having some sort of conversation. The undead dragon looks like it’s nodding.

But then, it seems like the undead dragon is changing shape.

The bones all become one mass, like they melted, and it begins to shrink and eventually shine.

A magic circle and letters that look like they’re from primordial magic begin to spin around it, as the light suddenly intensifies.

When the light settles, a girl that looks pure white is standing in front of us. She has white skin and white hair, and is wearing white clothes.

But as I get a better look at her, I see she doesn’t look human. She has a single horn on her head, and three sets of wings on her back.

Those small wings flap, and this being that looks like a little girl approaches us.

“You are the one bound by blood. Yes, you look tasty.”

The little girl says something disturbing.