Reincarnated Dragon Goes to the Academy!

Chapter 206 : The Last Negotiation (3)

Lucas's expression, as he returned to the basement of the mansion, was complicated.

'The war might end soon...'

But no one knew the future.

No matter how much Yastan wanted to stop the war and wanted peace, there was no guarantee that the dragons would follow his will.

"Ellaim."

"Right."

Ellaim, who was guarding the children, smirked.

"Why are you laughing?"

"Because I can clearly see what you've been up to without even looking."

He knew without having to ask what he meant.

"You must have let him go obediently. The Demon King, I mean."

"...Right."

"Why did you do that? You should have taken his life, no matter what he said. Isn't he the root of all this?"

Ellaim's words were a hundred times right.

"Right. You're right."

"Of course, it is. But you must have shown that paltry goodwill again."

Ellaim's sneering became more and more severe.

"Stop it. I just wanted to give them a chance to stand on this land again. It wasn't some paltry goodwill."

"I'm sure."

Ellaim nodded his head several times as if he didn't want to talk anymore and then passed by Lucas.

"Everyone is safe."

He disappeared with a teleport, leaving only these words.

"Hah..."

It was all difficult. It might have seemed like a paltry goodwill to someone, but it was an important matter to him.

But after hearing Ellaim's words, he wondered if he had gone too far again.

'Did I do something unnecessary?'

As Ellaim had said, it was something that could have been ended by twisting Yastan's neck. But even if he twisted his neck, not everything would be solved.

The demons would just lose their king and their place to stand, and would wander this land. If that happened, another problem would surely arise.

And what Giestio was doing behind the scenes was more important now.

'The culprit of all this is actually that fish bastard.'

As he thought that, anger flared up, but Lucas, who had managed to suppress it, looked back and forth at the faces of the sleeping children and the Count and Countess.

Lucas, who had looked down at his own attire for a moment, smirked.

His whole body, including his clothes, was covered in blood, and there were even burn marks here and there, making him look very unsightly.

'I look like a beggar.'

And the blood scabs on the back of his hands and around his neck were even scary.

'I can leave it a little longer.'

Although he could have washed his body with magic, he didn't feel like it right now.

He wanted to entrust his body to warm water and wash every corner of his body with foam.

Lucas, who had left the sleeping people as they were, used various magics to prepare the minimum devices to protect them and then left the place.

Lucas, who had come up to the still intact mansion, went to his room after a long time.

'It feels like I've been here for years.'

Although nothing had changed in the room, the time that had not passed for long felt like an eternity. As if several years had passed.

"Hoo."

Lucas, who had let out a short breath, entered the bathroom.

***

Lucas, who had washed his body under the warm water and felt much better, opened his closet and took out a suit he had quite liked.

A white shirt and a navy blue jacket. It was a color combination that went well with his hair and eyes.

He also liked the gold buttons and decorations on the sleeves.

He, who was standing in front of the mirror, patted the wrinkles on his shirt and jacket.

He, who had briefly followed the flying dust with his eyes, left the room.

'This was what I wanted.'

It was something he had thought about over and over again since he had entered the room.

A very ordinary daily life. He had wanted this.

The daily life of taking a shower in warm water, putting on his favorite clothes, and then going to the restaurant to eat.

The daily life of having a warm meal with his family and talking.

Lucas, who was thinking that, smirked.

"It's funny."

The words came out of his mouth. That it was very funny.

The time when he had first opened his eyes in this body was still vivid.

He had been dumbfounded and had ground his teeth.

'Ah. Did I not have teeth?'

At that, another thought came to him.

'I had resolved to die anytime my teeth grew in.'

But that resolve had also faded after a short time.

Although he had thought he was 'trapped' in a human body, at some point, he seemed to have stopped thinking that.

'Did I say I would live?'

Right. He seemed to have decided that someday.

And then he had met the children, and there had been times when living day by day was fun.

On a warm autumn evening. Lucas and the children, who had finished their academy classes, would often sneak out of the academy and eat something delicious.

'There were also times when that was not possible.'

There had been a time when he had been worried that his parents would have a hard time paying his tuition because they had no money at home.

'There was also a time when I went home by hiring two coachmen to save on inn fees.'

There had also been a time when he had gone home, staying up all night in a carriage.

'There was also a time when I said I would sell the werewolf hide to Aman.'

A bitter smile appeared on Lucas's lips as he chewed on the memories.

'You arrogant dragon...'

He missed Aman.

He, who had shone his eyes brightly and had wanted praise.

'What's so great about that praise...'

Regret washed over him. If he had known it would be like this, he would have said he was doing a little better. He would have scolded him a little less...

Just as the family's finances seemed to be improving, other trials had come.

He seemed to have thought that from then on.

That he would 'live', not just 'survive'.

That he would live a proper life as a real human.

Lucas's pupils, as he walked down the corridor with slow steps, were sad.

The numerous people who had left and were no longer here flashed through his mind.

'It's all my fault.'

It was hard.

'I'm so tired now...'

Lucas, who had stopped walking, stared blankly at the chandelier on the ceiling.

If he went down to the basement, the children and his parents would greet him. They would pat his back without even asking what he had been through.

'Right. Just a little more.'

He had to muster up a little more strength.

Because it wasn't over yet.

***

As he went down to the basement, Pola saw his face first and smiled brightly.

"Rookie!!!"

As she shot up, she was about to trip over a stone.

"Pola!"

Skir, who had been sitting in front of her, quickly threw his body and caught her.

"Ugh!"

Pola screamed as she fell.

"Keok!"

Skir, who was crushed under Pola, let out a painful sound.

"Oh dear. You're so clumsy."

Nella, who was standing behind, clicked her tongue, looking at Pola.

"Oh my, son!"

Blain came towards Lucas with her arms wide open.

"Oh, son! When did you come? Where, where, let's see. Are you okay?"

Cibie, who had heard that, followed Blain and came towards him.

'Right. I have to cheer up.'

Seeing them, he felt a little bit of strength.

'I can do it.'

He felt like he could do anything.

'I have to do it.'

He couldn't turn back.

***

Lucas called the remaining dragons and convened a meeting.

"What do you mean by that?"

Eramond, who had heard Lucas's words, shot up from his seat.

"You let that bastard go!"

"Eramond. The Lord's words are not over yet."

Leadis said, frowning at Eramond.

"Right. I understand you're angry, but will you hear me out?"

As Lucas spoke softly, Eramond also let out a small groan with a 'keung' and then sat back down.

"Right. What they want is to live on this land. But what authority do I have to say yes?"

"..."

"So I want to hear your opinions. What should we do?"

As Lucas's words ended, they all exchanged glances.

"May I say something?"

It was Abel of the Red clan, the daughter of Gaus.

As Lucas nodded his head, she opened her mouth.

"I understand that they want to live on this land, but the damage we have suffered is too great."

"Abel is right. We also understand that they claim to have been unjustly driven out. We may have been a little excessive a thousand years ago."

"I also agree with that part. But I also understand the feelings of the parents whose eggs were stolen. And since a lot of time has passed, there is no problem with them coming up to this land. But... the damage to the dragons was too great."

It was as expected.

"I also... agree. I also understand their feelings."

"Then how about we send them back to the demon world?"

"If we do that, I agree to end the war. What's the point of killing them when there's no meaning to it?"

The other dragons also nodded their heads.

"Right. I also thought about that. But the gate is already closed, and they said there is no way for them to go back. Since the Demon God Taras has also been annihilated."

"Hmm..."

It was a wall again.

"Then..."

Eneb glanced at the surroundings.

"Speak."

As Lucas gave permission, Eneb swallowed once and then opened his mouth.

"There is something I want to ask first. I heard that the Lord can inherit the authority of the main god. Is that true?"

Lucas glared at Hasel once.

It was a look that said, 'You already told them all that?'

At that, Hasel slightly avoided Lucas's gaze.

'That bastard...'

He couldn't help it. Since it had come to this, it was better to admit it.

"Right. That's right."

At that, the other dragons also let out a small cry of admiration.

'It's not something to be admired.'

Lucas thought, looking at them.

"Then isn't it a matter of the Lord ascending to the position of the main god?"

"..."

Everyone was silent at Eneb's words. It seemed that the others also wanted that and were focusing on what Lucas would answer.

"Right. You are right, Eneb."

"T-then..."

"But I want to avoid that method first."

"..."

"I know it's a selfish decision. But... if this is the last life given to me, I want to live a little, just a little longer."

Silence fell again.

"Then how about this method?"

It was Aellas.

"The Sirens made it anyway, didn't they? There's no reason why we can't do better than them. Why don't we just make a gate?"

It was a thought worthy of the owner of the Gold Nine merchant guild.

"Right. You have a point."

And it was also the most likely method.

"Then I'll try to make one. Well, if it doesn't work, we can't help it. We'll have to kill them all."

Aellas shrugged her shoulders once.

"How long do you think it will take?"

Abel asked Aellas.

"Hmm... I don't know. It seems to depend on how long it took them. Has anyone here opened a dimensional gate?"

At Aellas's question, everyone just rolled their eyes and did not answer.

"No, since when have we dragons been so lacking in academic enthusiasm?! I really have nothing to learn?!"

Aellas grumbled.

"But I will help you, Aellas."

"Eh? The Lord?"

"...Why. You don't want me to?"

That was definitely a sign of dislike.

"Well, it's not that I don't want you to, but the Lord is a little... stubborn, aren't you?"

It was shocking. Stubborn?!

But at Aellas's words, several people nodded their heads as if they agreed.

"...?"

As Lucas glared at them, the sound of clearing throats was heard from here and there.

"Ahem... I may be a little stubborn, but I'm an ancient dragon... aren't I? Wouldn't I be of some help?"

Lucas asked, lowering his posture as much as possible.

In fact, since it was a problem that would be solved if he ascended to the position of the main god right now, but he was not doing it, he needed to take responsibility.

"Hmm... is that so?"

"..."

"Right. Then. Help me."

At Aellas's permission, Lucas, who felt a sense of joy for some reason, quickly nodded his head.

"Even if you do that, someone has to... be an example. And making a gate for them should be the minimum mercy we show."

It was Praiyan of the Silver clan.

'She was a child with a sharp side since she was young.'

At her sharp question, Lucas thought.

"I know. That part... let's think about it."

"Kill the Demon King."

[End of Chapter]