I'm back.

Oh, you're back. Hey.　What's with all the humans?

　When Larka and Cain returned to the house, they found three dragons gathered there.
　They seemed to be in the middle of taking care of their mother, and they were holding herbs in their hands that didn't seem to work.

"These people might be able to heal my mother.

"...... What?　They're just people, aren't they?

　Hearing Cain's words.
　The dragon man, who had been wagging his tail menacingly, stopped moving.

　It's a disease that we've tried everything to cure and it still doesn't seem to be going away.
　It's hard to believe, but it's worth a listen.

"It's not just a person. Cain and I can attest to that.

Larca. ...... Are you sure about that, ......?

Yes.

　Larka's eyes were full of confidence.
　It is not easy to gain this level of trust.
　I'm not sure what to make of that.

"Okay. You can really heal humans, right?

...... Let me have a look at you.


(What should we do, Mr. Richt?　If I revive this person, he will come back to life in a healthy form, right?)

(Ah. But in order to revive him, he has to die once. What am I supposed to do in this surrounded state ......)

　With an expectant look on his back, Richt mimicked the gesture of a doctor to buy some time.
　The question here was how to kill this mother.

　Obviously, if she made any strange movements, the attack would start immediately.
　But on the other hand, if you succeed in healing (reviving) her, you will gain unprecedented trust.

　This moment was a turning point that would determine the fate of the future.

Richt-san, please leave this to me.

What?

　Roze took a step closer to his mother as if he had made up his mind.
　And then he bit his mother's neck at an angle where his fangs were well hidden from the dragon man.

"...... Hey human, what the hell is this girl doing?

"Yes, I'm--I'm taking her pulse. This is something that must be done, because the treatment may vary depending on the pulse rate.

I see. I'm sorry to have disturbed you.

　I'm sorry for interrupting you.
　He was so eager not to be found out that before he knew it, he was speaking respectfully.

　All he had to do was wait for Roze to finish killing him.
　He knows that he must not look suspicious, so he sucks the blood inconspicuously.

　It's taking a little longer, but there's no mistake in that decision.

"Mr. Richt. It's done.

"Good. Resurrection.


Aah!

　The mother jumped up as if waking up from a nightmare.
　I'm not sure what to do, but I'm going to do it.

"What?　Mother!

"No way ......, I'm really cured!

　Cain and Larca were no exception to the rule.
　By touching their newly resuscitated mother, they finally understood that what was happening was real.
　The only person who doesn't understand what happened is the mother herself.

Cain, Larca ......, the pain in my body is gone, what the hell is going on?

"Mom!　This man healed me. I don't know how he did it, but he seems to be okay now!

　Larka introduced Richt to her mother as if she were bragging.
　Her mother had never met him before, but judging from the reaction of the people around her, she was sure that he had saved her life.

　He cured himself of an intractable disease that he had given up hope of curing, while he was asleep.
　There is not even any aftereffects left in his body.
　It is even difficult to recall the pain of that time itself.

　It was as if my past self had been reset and a new self had begun.

"Um, ......, what's your name, ......?

"Oh, I'm Richt. And this is Rosé.

Nice to meet you.

Richt-san, Rosé-san. Thank you very much. ...... What can I say to thank you? ......

　The mother, as well as Larca and Cain, bowed to them.
　It's not usual for a dragon man to bow to a human being - or even another species for that matter.
　They must have wanted to express their gratitude that much.

It is the belief of us dragons that a debt should be repaid in double. I would like to thank you both in some way. ......

　It's finally here.


　Richt punched his guts out in his mind.

　The spirit of double payback -- if there had been a fight, it would have been doubled.
　Concealing his joy that everything went well for the time being, Richt said his original goal in an unhurried and incidental way.

In that case, I would like to ask for the help of you dragons in processing the weapons and armor.

"Oh, come on. Are you sure it's that simple?　Weaponsmithing is a piece of cake, right?　Hey, Cain.

No, I don't think we can say that. Mr. Richt, why don't you show him the weapon?

　I'm sure you'll be pleased to know that I'm not the only one who has a problem with this.
　He had seen Licht's weapon and understood how difficult it was to use.

"Here it is.

This is it.　What the hell is this ......?

　Everyone except Cain and Larca gulped as soon as they saw the weapon.
　I've never seen anything so magnificent.
　They were so fascinated by it that they couldn't even think about why a human being would have such a thing.

I'm not sure what to make of it, but I'm sure it's worth it.


"...... Cain, Larca. You're going to be busy for a while.

I'll definitely return the favor. Hey, Larca.

Yeah.

　This is the day.
　This day marked the beginning of a long relationship between Dystopia and the Dragon People.