That bard is such a charmer!

Chapter 53 Miss Red Copper Dragon's Resolve

"There's no way I can help you, Grace!"

"If I regain control of your body, I will only kill your little poet!"

"I never thought I'd need to emphasize this. Did your brain shrink after you became human...?"

Hearing Zoya muttering curses in her mind, Grace's lips curled slightly, but she wasn't angry.

Instead, she simply responded:

"Listen, Zoya, if you don't agree, I won't dare to go all out in the next battle, and I might miss the chance to save Richard."

"If such a tragedy were to occur, I would choose a secluded place, and then..."

"Kill yourself."

Zoya: "!"

"What the hell are you talking about, you idiot?!"

"Don't you understand? Let me put it simply again: If Richard dies, I will commit suicide, so that this body will die completely and no one can use it."

"Hey! Are you crazy! This is my body, you...you can't, you can't do this to me!"

After screaming helplessly for a long time, Zoya finally calmed down a bit and asked through gritted teeth, "He's just a human, a human whose lifespan isn't even as long as a dragon's sleep. Is he worth all this?"

Grey answered without hesitation:

"It's worth it! He's my friend, and he almost saved my life. Besides, he has unlimited potential and is destined for an exceptionally exciting and interesting future. Even if I can't witness it firsthand, I will never let that future disappear!"

"You've only known each other for a little over a month!"

"Ha, little sister Zoya, no god has ever stipulated that making close friends requires years of time. The right person at the right time can decide everything with just a glance~"

"Aren't you afraid I'll break my oath? I'm a red dragon, not a paladin!"

"If it were any other red dragon, I would indeed be worried, but with yours, there's no problem."

Grace smiled and said:

"Whether voluntary or forced, after spending so much time together, we have opened our hearts to each other. Therefore, I know that you are far more proud than your kind, so proud that you disdain to break any oath, even if the oath is to a kobold."

"You have many flaws that I dislike, but this is the one thing I actually appreciate."

"That's a 100% compliment, so how about it? Do you like it?"

I don't like it at all!

Zoya really wanted to bite Grace, but unfortunately she didn't have a mouth now; if she did, she would essentially be biting herself.

In the end, she could only struggle with her own inner conflict.

She could tell that Grace was serious.

This certainly made her very angry.

But on the other hand—perhaps she herself was unwilling to admit it—she was somewhat envious of Grace and Richard's relationship.

Normally, the relationship between red dragons and other creatures, including their own kind, is either one of mutual slaughter or a pure calculation based on interests and strength.

Even siblings are the same; at least, Zoya's older brother and sister are like that.

However, perhaps due to the mutual influence between the souls of the copper dragon and the red dragon, Zoya, who had always been alone, gradually began to yearn for a so-called solid friendship.

However, she quickly suppressed these emotions and continued to think about the problem using the red dragon's cruel and tyrannical nature.

Oh……

All she wanted was for herself to let that poet off the hook this once.

It is not impossible.

A mere human being is not worth risking one's life for.

Besides, once I regain control of my body, I can do whatever I want in the future, and there will be plenty of opportunities for revenge, so there's no need to rush.

"...You really are a madwoman, Grace, but after hanging out with you for so long, I'm afraid I've picked up some of your madness too, so, fine, I agree."

With this in mind, Zoya gave her answer.

Grace curled her lips into a victorious smile.

Then Zoya began to swear: "I swear to the Five-Colored Dragon Queen..."

"And there's the Platinum Dragon God," Grace reminded her.

"I understand. This is troublesome. Cough. I swear to the Five-Colored Dragon Queen and the Platinum Dragon God that if I regain my body in the later battles, I will not harm Richard... but only this time!"

There are additional conditions, right?

Grace shrugged and didn't say anything to stop her.

After all, it's not good to push little Red Dragon too hard.

Moreover, she believed that her little poet had the ability to create miracles.

One chance is enough...

"Look there!"

Just then, the shout of the ranger Levin brought Grace back to her senses.

She turned her head and found that the group had arrived at a long staircase leading upwards, and at the end of the staircase stood two heavily armored warriors she had seen before.

Logically speaking, after witnessing Grace's true abilities, two mere heavily armored warriors should not have dared to stop her.

But at this moment, the two of them looked unusually relaxed and confident.

"careful."

This made Grace instinctively feel that something was wrong, and she slowed down.

The two men looked down at the crowd below the steps, pressing the wrench beside them while letting out cackling laughter.

"So you finally realized something was wrong?"

"Too late! Prepare to face the judgment of our Lord!"

As they spoke, two iron doors in the middle of the stairs opened, and a rumbling sound came from inside.

What happened?

Grace assumed a defensive stance, then one second, two seconds, three seconds...

...Several seconds passed, and nothing happened.

Grace and others: ?

Two soldiers on the steps: ? ? ?

No, what happened to the promised flood?

How come we can only hear the sound but not see the water?

If there's no water, does that mean we brothers really have to go and beat up that perverted woman down there?

Ah this...

Thump! Thump! Thump!

...Soon, the two soldiers will no longer have to worry about these problems.

Because Grace and the Forest Arrow Squad had already climbed the steps and knocked them to the ground.

Grace then lifted one of them, armor and all, and demanded, "What did you mean by this trial you were talking about?"

The impatient dwarf Ironhammer climbed onto the back of another man, removed his helmet, grabbed his sparse hair, and roared:

"Tell me! Where did you take our friend? If you don't tell me, I'll have that druid shove a sprouting demon seed up your nose!"

"Aaaaaah!"

Hearing the man's screams, Mendel was at a loss, unsure whether he should take out a seed to complement his companion's threat... Besides, he genuinely felt that stuffing it into the dermatitis was more intimidating than stuffing it into the nostril.

As for Levin, he did not participate in the interrogation, but instead cautiously aimed an arrow at the door behind the steps.

Soon, he heard hurried footsteps.

"stop!"

"Don't get agitated, I'm not your enemy. My name is Amélie, and I've been asked by a poet to come and find you!"

Grace and the Forest Arrow Squad looked up in surprise at the black-haired girl behind the door, who then took a couple of breaths, leaning on her knees, before replying:

"I know where he is, and he needs your help right now!"