Chapter 583: 485 Frank Fairy_3
Lancelot’s eyes lit up, and he hastily asked.
"Are there any other dragons in this world?"
It was no wonder Lancelot would ask such a question.
As far as he knew, there should only be one dragon left in this world—himself.
At least, Lancelot had never seen another dragon besides himself, nor had he encountered any fairy dragons.
The Dragon’s Secret Treasure that Reiger wore on his hand had magic power and an aura vastly different from his own, clearly originating from another dragon.
This made Lancelot quite curious and caused Reiger to give him a deep look.
Others might not know Lancelot’s origins, but Reiger knew them all too well.
In the distant past, before Fairy Country Britain became what it was now, a dragon had appeared here.
It was the last pure-blooded, purely bred dragon left on earth, revered by many humans and fairies as the Last Dragon.
In the era when the Last Dragon was still on earth, there was no land, and it could only fly forever in the sky.
Eventually, the last pure-blooded dragon became utterly exhausted and fell, leaving only a carcass in Fairy Country Britain.
Lancelot was born from the left hand of that dragon, thus he was both dragon and fairy, naturally possessing immense strength.
It was natural for Lancelot not to have seen any other dragons, as the origin of his birth was the last pure-blooded dragon in the world.
As for the dragon species and sub-dragons that were born later, they were hardly considered true dragons in Lancelot’s view, right?
However, looking at the dragon clan that crafted the Dragon’s Secret Treasure, although they were not dragon species of this world, they were neither impure sub-dragons nor anything of the sort. Furthermore, the dragon that crafted the Dragon’s Secret Treasure on Reiger’s hand used an ancient magic that existed before the hierarchy of magic was established. It was powered by what was known as Origin Magic.
Such power, in terms of mystery alone, was absolutely comparable to the true dragons of this world.
With this in mind, Lancelot felt the pure dragon essence from the ring, which made him particularly concerned about this matter.
Under such circumstances, Reiger spoke.
"There are definitely no other dragons in Fairy Country Britain." Reiger wiped the Dragon’s Secret Treasure between his fingers and said to Lancelot, "I got this ring from outside Britain."
"Outside Britain?" Lancelot was initially startled, then his expression changed and said, "Could it be from Paradise?"
Clearly, Lancelot still thought Reiger was the prophesied child, a fairy from Paradise.
Reiger did not explain.
"If that’s what you want to believe, that’s fine," Reiger said indifferently. "I just meant to say if you’re hoping to learn from me about other dragons, you might as well give up."
There are no other dragons in Fairy Country Britain, and that was what Reiger meant to convey.
"Is that so?"
Lancelot suddenly looked visibly disappointed, his dejection apparent.
That look made Reiger find it particularly amusing.
"Who could have imagined that? The rumored most powerful and most beautiful Elf Knight, the cold and ruthless Lancelot, would privately show such an expression."
Reiger recalled the scene when he had encountered Lancelot in Salisbury.
At that time, Lancelot had also shown a very cold, ruthless side, giving off the impression of a remorseless Executioner, ready to slay anyone who stood in her way.
Who would have thought that the private expression of Lancelot could be so rich?
Unfortunately, Lancelot seemed not to get Reiger’s point.
"What’s wrong with my expression?"
The Dragon Maiden looked utterly perplexed, her straight-forward doubt almost overwhelming Reiger.
"...Nothing." Reiger could only suppress the weird feeling in his heart and said, "Care for a drink?"
Seeing Reiger change the topic, Lancelot felt puzzled but did not press further.
"Do you have fruit wine?"
The Dragon Maiden’s words intensified the strange feeling in Reiger’s heart.
Drinking fruit wine... she seemed like a child rather than a knightly adult.
Reiger shook his head, dismissing the messy thoughts in his mind, and took out a bottle of fruit wine from the storage space of the dimensional cube, along with a new cup, and poured a glass of fruit wine for Lancelot.
By the way, the fruit wine was prepared for Altoria.
After all, Altoria was just a girl who had turned sixteen.
For such a young fairy, drinking ale or anything like that was still too premature.
Afterward, Reiger and Lancelot began to chat intermittently.
Mainly, Lancelot wanted to know about the dragon that crafted the Dragon’s Secret Treasure, and Reiger was half-explaining, half-evading as he indulged her.
Yet, as they talked, the two conversed for over two hours.
While Lancelot wasn’t as talkative as Gawain, only probing about things related to dragons, her straightforward attitude, coupled with her occasionally naïve demeanor beyond that of a warrior, unwittingly caused Reiger to lose any hostility towards her.
"She couldn’t possibly be trying to make me relax, only to stab me in the back, could she?"
In the unexpectedly pleasant conversation, Reiger even harbored such a thought.
But soon, he dismissed the idea.
Because, before leaving, Lancelot, like Gawain, declared war on him.
"If there’s a chance, let’s settle our previous battle," she said.
"This time, I definitely won’t lose again."
With these words, Lancelot then left.
Reiger watched her go, sighing.
"It truly was a wonderfully peculiar day..."