Chapter 593 – 007 BAD ENDING 001 the Warrior Who Became the Property of the Dragon [Fantasy/Mannequin Painting]
“Are you sane? Telling a hero to stand in the hallway like a… Gargoyle? I’m a hero? Do you know?”
“Yes. I know exactly. At least among the creatures on this continent that are considered demons.”
That element was included in the part that could have been [ ] Of an alien creature that wanted to move on to the next story right away.
The Silver Dragon, whose reason began to give way to instinct, did not hide the purpose of his employment.
Fafnir decided to speak honestly, but…
“Mehisha is incredibly strong… And incredibly pretty, right? Plus, she’s a warrior…♥”
There were also parts where the value of an item varied depending on the process through which it was acquired. Cheating was the same as stealing.
It was an act that dyed her mother’s name, which had received voluntary loyalty from her subordinates in exchange for protection from danger, not in silver but in thick black.
“I thought about how cool it would be to display it in an empty castle where everyone has disappeared.”
“I didn’t ask that question…”
“I think I understand why Mehisha, who did not refuse to be summoned from another world to save her people, is hesitant. I am a silver dragon. I am also a demon that must be defeated, right?”
“Oh, oh!”
“I wasn’t cursed. I’m sure you’re uncomfortable with a proposal from a dragon that is treated like a monster just because it’s silver! But the current relationship isn’t between the silver dragon and the hero, right?!”
While the female warrior Mehisha was confused by the unknown setting, the dragon demon continued to run towards her goal without stopping.
“Our relationship now is not one that was decided arbitrarily from the beginning, but rather a relationship between an employer and an employee! It’s no different from a request from an adventurer’s guild… Right…?”
“You can think of it that way…”
If you think of it as a quest, it wasn’t something you couldn’t do.
The request to stand still in the hallway was just a little strange. From anyone’s perspective, it was much healthier than the weak test of the bad ending express train, Magic Tower, or the cooperation in the magic circuit transplant experiment.
“… How much?”
When asked to stand in the castle hallway like a dragon’s stone gargoyle. Instead of refusing, the female warrior Mehisha reaffirmed with an answer that had two meanings.
She asked how long she would have to stand in the hallway and how much she would be paid.
“First… How about a day?”
I don’t know what’s going on, but it wasn’t boring at all to answer each question one by one to Mehisha, who asked me in detail whether he could return to his original state, whether he would be released after the promised time had elapsed, and whether he was doing strange things with enslavement magic or magic tools. 〈 Br〉
The fact that he was asking in detail was proof that he was drawn to his role as the dragon’s property. The silver dragon Fafnil remembered the magic that her mother didn’t even tell her about.
It is also a dragon… But other words could also be added in front of the name Fafnir instead of the race called Silver Dragon.
“I am the ‘great’ devil. I am Fafnir. I will never break a promise once I make it, so please rest assured. Mehisha. Oh, it doesn’t matter if you hold on to my heart… It’s okay if you don’t give it back♥ Can we start?”
Today. Mehisha, who was to be kept in Fafnir’s lair for 24 hours from now, has let down her defenses.
“Then please stand up. Hero Mehisha.”
“…”
She did not remove the blocking hand, but it was similar to the sense that when [] Asked her to board, she did not refuse but accepted the permission request message window that popped up.
The brainwashed combatant’s visor headset was stuck to her face, but she looked like a heroine who had chosen to do things like [Wait] Or [Not resist].
[ ], Which can be created with local intelligence, has been equipped with the mindset necessary to accept status ailments that are difficult to get due to the high level correction.
She lowered her mental resistance so that she could be affected by more than the necessary conditions. Instead of dropping it, she removed it completely.
I was barely able to stand as my mind went blank due to the magical power of the great devil that rose up from the table, but… There was something I didn’t explain.
This Silver Dragon is the type that doesn’t mind displaying its packaging or case together, but if you have the choice, leave it separately.
For Fafnir, the item displayed in white, not purple or blue, was not the plastic wrapping the hero, but a stain that needed to be erased.
So I broke it.
The magic sphere created from her raised finger stuck to Mehisha’s body like a thin layer, and her outfit, which was an ordinary female adventurer, shattered like a piece of ice.
“Ha… Haa?! Fafnir!? What if I destroy the equipment?”
“… Eh?”
“This wasn’t in the contract?!”
“Ah… Aaaaa?!”
It was ambiguous to even call it equipment, but the dragon had no right to judge.
It was Mehisha’s right that the clothes she was wearing disappeared without a trace, her big breasts bouncing and then regaining their proper place with her elasticity.
“It doesn’t matter to me. On the other hand, you may end up being punished according to the terms of the contract, so be careful when signing a contract with someone else.”
“… Are you worried just now?”
Rather than an unpleasant feeling rising in Fafnir’s head that he had violated the contract he had made as a devil. The comfort of a female warrior with a mission goal of defeating the devil was quicker.
Thanks to the victim acknowledging it as an acceptable range, it stopped just before something unknown came in.
In fact, I even received a friendly warning to be careful next time, as there are quite a few people who overcome the devil with a contract.
“In times like that, you just say thank you and end it. When I ask you to stand still in the hallway, you jump up and do it. Are you only embarrassed at times like this?”
“… Thank you, Mehisha.”
It was a different consideration than the service provided by a created familiar.
The Silver Dragon, who was living alone in a castle with nothing left after everyone left, was given an addiction that could not be cured.
Big breasts are valuable, but the devil, who found greater value in the name of a warrior, found a different type of value in a being called ‘Mehisa’.
There are times when I jump into an incident. She had the constitution of a heroine who could easily get involved.
One more consideration was given to the dragon, who had made a contract as a demon for the first time.
This was the advice I wanted to give as the main character to the little horned devil who had never taken advantage of people.
“I didn’t lie. This part is the most dangerous, so be careful. Even if it’s just a single gold coin, if you don’t write down its size and proportions one by one, you often won’t be able to receive it as an adventurer’s request.”
“… I thought it was too detailed, but that’s probably why.”
He also told me why a contract with the devil is more dangerous than the contents of the Adventurer’s Guild’s request, which exist only in documents and witnesses.
“Right? Even if it’s an unfair trap to others. The moment the person concerned thinks it’s okay, it’s applied retroactively.”
“Subtly… That’s… Really… Something that’s hard to express.”
“If you understand, that’s fine. There was no condition in the contract that required you to stand naked, right?”
The hero, whose wrapping paper had all been removed from the beginning, jumped straight into the arms of the Silver Dragon.
Rather than feeling embarrassed, she proudly stood with her breasts out, proud that she had expressed herself in a way that made her look less shameless by inserting the words to put out new equipment in between the words. The opponent was the opposite.
For the self-proclaimed Archdemon, who began to think of new magic and his pupils turned into heart shapes, it was easier than the practice questions that already had answers on the answer sheet.
“If that’s the case, I’ll give you better equipment, so please don’t be angry, Mehisha.”
There was no need to go as far as asking them not to resist the magic.
Repeating and emphasizing something that had already been said once was an inefficient action that only made people wary.
“Of course it’s free, right?”
“… Yes. Please take a seat now.”
The teacher who told me this was Mehisha. A blonde, busty warrior summoned by the kingdom to catch the demon lord. Facial expression management, which carries additional bonus points, failed.
Every time she remembered who was moving Mehisha, step by step, to the pedestal where she wanted to display her, who kindly explained each and every step to her like a real sister, her head exploded with sweetness.
Fafnir was happy just looking at that.
Mehisha seemed to be able to store her feelings of shame as if they were her things.
The first few steps were fine.
“This… This… Necessary work… Feelings…”
She stopped in her tracks with a red expression on her face, twitched a few times so hard that her chest bounced, and then repeated her trotting steps again.
What can I say… It looked more like a magic golem found in ancient ruins than a person.
The fun ended with Mehisha standing on her low pedestal.
“Would you please place her hand on her chest? Clench her fist confidently. Extend her other hand down.”
It was a more enjoyable time waiting for the dragon, who even modified the warrior’s standing posture one by one.
Although Fafnil asked himself why he wanted to do this, it was no use… But it seemed clear that there was a sense of accomplishment in using what he had studied in practice.
“It looks very different from the outfit you were wearing… I’m not sure if you’ll like it…”
The magic she was planning to use on Mehisha had only just occurred to her, but she was certain that it would not be similar or identical to the clothes she was wearing.
I could barely stop the sentence, “Please don’t resist,” From coming out of her mouth.
“Uh… Uh… What is this…”
Magical equipment that only a dragon can create was ‘put on’ Mehisha.
