That bard is such a charmer!

Chapter 17 Victory and Lap Pillow

The leather glove then continued:

[Kind person, your singing voice is so beautiful!]

I can feel that a trace of my master's soul is attached to me. He just heard your poem, found peace, and is about to go to the Kingdom of God...

However, until the very last moment, he was still somewhat worried about his wife and daughter.

So I've decided that even if it costs me my life, I will help him resolve his regret!

Kind person, promise me that after defeating that red dragon, you will definitely go to Phoenix City to help Mary Cinderella and Elsa Cinderella!

After the gloves were mentioned, Richard felt his left hand, which had almost lost its grip on the stone, regain its strength.

No, it wasn't his hands that were strong, but the gloves he was wearing!

The gloves tighten automatically, helping him grip the rocks!

Although this force wasn't great, it was enough to give Richard's muscles a chance to catch their breath and a reliable foothold, allowing him to finally swing his body, swing his right hand, and reach another protrusion on the crack.

Using the strength of his hands, he finally climbed out of the crevice.

Turning his head, he saw that the glove on his left hand was worn through, and he thought to himself: Thank you, don't worry, I will definitely fulfill your request!

Then Richard stood up and looked outside the temple, where the giant dragon was still writhing and ravaging the ancient buildings.

The Requiem has only one last section remaining.

Zoya, are you ready for the insects' counterattack?

Richard took a deep breath and sang in his loudest voice:

"Rest in peace, rest in peace..."

"Angry souls, resentful souls, restless souls, confused souls..."

"I promise you the peace you deserve!"

Roar! ! !

As the last note leaped from its throat, the enormous red dragon roared to the sky, then slammed heavily onto the ground with a deafening boom.

"Those wretched bugs... I... I'll definitely be back!"

The dragon head emitted this sentence intermittently, and then fell silent.

Richard collapsed to the ground.

Is it done?

He wanted to get checked out, but after several attempts, he found himself just as dizzy and unable to stand up.

As the Soul Stone stated, Requiem is a spell that is very close to level 3. Both its difficulty and energy consumption exceed the limits of a level 3 bard.

After struggling for a few seconds, Richard couldn't hold on any longer and collapsed to the ground.

Just then, he saw that the red dragon's body had changed again.

The enormous silhouette gradually narrowed in the flowing light, finally coalescing into a wine-red beauty with alluring eyes, long legs, and a voluptuous chest.

The beautiful woman slowly walked up to him, knelt down, stroked his head, and said in a gentle, maternal voice:

"You've worked hard, little poet, you've truly created a miracle."

"Now, I can rest easy~"

Upon hearing these words, Richard's consciousness completely snapped, he closed his eyes, and fell into a deep sleep...

I don't know how much time passed.

Richard regained consciousness, and before he even opened his eyes, he felt an indescribable relaxation throughout his body. There was something warm, soft, and elastic behind his head, making him so comfortable that he didn't want to move.

After enjoying the moment with his eyes half-closed, Richard's will finally triumphed over his desires, and he slightly opened his eyes.

Then, he saw the temple in the distance, which had completely collapsed, the bonfire in front of the temple, and the beautiful mountain scenery that occupied most of the sky above him, illuminated by the bonfire.

Ah this...

It's truly spectacular.

Wait, if I can see this while lying flat, then what I'm using as a pillow is her...

"Oh, you're finally awake."

A slightly familiar female voice interrupted Richard's reverie.

He tilted his head, looked over the mountain peak, and saw that pretty face.

"Um, hello?"

Hello~

"Excuse me...?"

"Don't be nervous, I'm your friend, not your enemy. You're safe now."

The woman with burgundy hair smiled and changed the subject:

"I bet you have a lot to say, just like me."

"But let's start with self-introductions. Although I feel like you already know I exist, this step shouldn't be skipped~"

"My name is Grace Kalensol Jon Snow, a bronze dragon bound inside the red dragon Zoya..."

Grace's self-introduction was basically the same as the description of the helmet, only with more details.

After a few minutes, she concluded:

"...The wondrous magic contained in your poetry successfully weakened Zoya's soul, allowing me to seize the opportunity and take control of this body."

"That's why I'm here."

Richard breathed a sigh of relief.

Is it really the Grace from the intelligence report?

Excellent, his plan was a complete success!

And just as he had imagined, this bronze dragon belonged to the good side!

After laughing for a while, Richard introduced himself.

"My name is Richard Targaryen, from Phoenix, and as you can see, I'm an unfortunate poet abandoned by my companions..."

Richard briefly recounted his experience.

Of course, he omitted all the details about cheats.

"What a lovely name!"

"Next..."

Grace smiled, narrowing her eyes, wanting to start a new topic.

But just then, Richard's stomach started growling.

"...Ha, it seems I was a bit too hasty."

Grace stopped talking, reached out and helped Richard up from her lap, got up and walked to the campfire, picked up an iron pot, and said:

"You've slept for almost a whole day, you must be starving. I just happened to cook a pot of meat soup, let's eat and chat~"

"Oh? Th-thank you."

"You're too kind. I should be the one thanking you. Without your hard work, I wouldn't have been able to make this soup... Oh, I think I forgot to add the wild celery."

As she spoke, Grace bent down again and busied herself by the pot.

Richard felt that what he was seeing was somewhat unreal.

The Copper Dragon is indeed of the good side, but it is still a proud dragon. How could it be so understanding?

Not only did she give him a lap pillow, but she also helped cook soup? And even added seasonings?

That's really unexpected.

Therefore, it seems that this Lady Grace is probably not an ordinary bronze dragon...

Richard blinked, then took the opportunity to focus on himself.

First, there's his body. He had some scrapes from the battle, but now those marks are nowhere to be seen—it seems Grace healed him with magic?

If Zoya can learn Transfiguration, then it's not so surprising that Ms. Grace can heal.

As for other aspects besides the body...

Richard noticed the text flashing on his retina and immediately brought up the system.

You used your wit and courage to defeat a dragon far more powerful than yourself.

[You have earned the title: Fearless One - Your willpower has been greatly enhanced, making you immune to mind magic of level 2 and below, and effectively resisting mind magic of level 2 and above, as well as the fear aura of creatures such as ancient dragons, evil god's minions, or zodiacal behemoths.]

Remarks:

"The fearlessness here refers to daring to confront terrifying enemies, not daring to eat shit. Please be aware." —An adventurer spanking his sister's bottom.

It's a bit of a shame that no experience points were given.

Getting the title is actually pretty good though.

Richard was in a good mood and happily accepted the reward.

At this moment, Grace finally finished making the soup, served it in a rough wooden bowl that seemed to have been carved from a dragon's claw, and handed it to Richard.

"Come on, have a taste!"

Richard gratefully accepted it and took a small sip.

The taste... well, there's not much to say about the taste, it's just wild beef with some salt.

However, this warmth was more than enough of a blessing for Richard, who dared not light a fire and had been eating cold jerky for countless days!

With tears welling in his eyes, Richard could no longer hold back and began to eat and drink freely.

Before long, he had filled his stomach and collapsed comfortably on the ground, like a piece of butter that had melted halfway.

"Looks like my efforts weren't in vain!"

Seeing this, Grace proudly put her hands on her hips, then slightly straightened her face.

"So, what's next..."

"Let's get down to business!"