After being dragged around by Serein throughout the marketplace, the three of them finally arrived at a clothes shop for nobles.Cevahir couldn't understand how Serein managed to convince these humans with that faux story of him being one of them but with a higher status. All that he knows is that he somehow ended up in a fitting room and measured by humans for an expensive outfit that he’s not even sure what to make of once he’s done with this silly act.“Don’t worry, young master. These people... Are somewhat decent with their work, or so I’ve heard. They’ll be able to restore your glory up to half at least.”Cevahir could only stare with a blank face.Serein was purposely belittling the shop in front of the manager himself and abusing the fact that not even merchants can speak freely or voice their protests about nobles.It sure sparks some sense of challenge into these people’s minds, though, instead of feeling wrong and humiliated.“No need to worry, sire. We can do more than tha
While waiting for their lunch to be served by the waiter, he finally voiced what had been spiraling in his mind throughout this expensive trip. Cevahir was especially disgruntled because what started as humoring Sam’s wishes and this weird human’s antics ended with him feeling indebted to this human when he shouldn’t be. He had seen enough sightseeing in the current human world. It was time to point out the elephant in the room.That being said, Serein simply responded with, “Why not?” She tilted her head slightly with an arched brow, as if genuinely questioning back. “I mean, I have all of this money that will likely sit still and unused by me alone for the longest time,” she shrugged casually before adding to her words before Cevahir could beat her to it. “You can think of it as a gift from me, or maybe you can think of it as bribery for you to be—less annoyed by my ‘human’ presence?”Serein couldn't help but feel amused as his handsome face scrunched up further. She then grinned h
The conversation halted, sensitive topics involving not only three draconic members but also possibly another race, shunned into extinction—the sirens—prompted Cevahir to wisely stop their discussion and suggest a more private location than a restaurant. Serein readily agreed, leading them to enjoy their lunch in peace. They also remembered to pack some food for the inn where Cherry, Gil, and Pam should be waiting. After all, now that they've been together for a while, Serein couldn't help but feel a sense of responsibility for the well-being of her companions. She hoped that by doing this, she was fostering a growing bond among the unconventional group, enough for them to feel guilty if anything were to happen to her… later on.Deciding to forgo any further distractions, the trio agreed to head straight to the inn. However, Serein couldn't help but notice how her ‘young master’ and the invisible angel on her shoulder were acting adorably as they curiously looked around. It seems lik
“Eh? What do you mean, ‘there is no way,’ little human?” Sam interjected confusedly as he looked around. “Sure, there are many people, but where are we heading? The staircase? Well, listen closely, little human; I will guide you throughout here."Bemused by Sam’s misunderstanding, Serein simply nodded, going with the flow rather than facing the need to explain what she actually meant by going against it.In any case, trying to explain how she's dreading and fearing the possibility of meeting a certain brat that will be the center of so much trouble, even more than herself, is simply impossible and will lead her to be stormed with questions from her two companions right now.Not to mention how Aiston is still able to read her thoughts; she can't even let her guard down in her own head. Additionally, searching for possible excuses or trying to bullshit her way out of the mess that will happen if she slipped is just too brain-damaging.That being said, Serein heads towards the staircase
After discussing for almost an hour on their own, by the end of the day, they agreed to leave first thing in the morning.“Let’s not give time for authorities to catch up on what’s happening,” Cherry suggested, casting a halfhearted glare at Serein, who returned her gaze with the demeanor of a comedian. Cherry sighed, realizing there was no point in arguing with her, especially when Serein shrugged off her displeasure.Well, at least they reached a conclusion on when they should leave. They agreed to depart the very next day, even before the sun shyly rose from the horizon. The decision provided them with a sense of urgency, amplifying the tension in their preparations as they readied themselves for their journey.Which brings them to this moment.—Done with their preparation and getting dressed appropriately, with Cevahir posing like a nobleman in the storyline that Serein has formed around the half-dragon in disguise while the rest of them dress like servants or knights to serve the
‘Thank god she didn’t ask about anything any further.’She was quite relieved that Cherry did not pry deeper into this conversation, mainly because she randomly answered the mage with what she knew would happen in the actual timeline of her draft.'Arlia will have a shortage of money, and thus, he can’t afford to get on this ship.'This is why Serein had not been so greedy in her negotiations with Cherry and Gil before. She was trying to avoid being in the same boat as the childish and reckless main character she had planned him to be. Things seemed to be in her favor since now she can afford tickets for the four of them with her own money.It's almost surreal how this turned out, actually.All these achievements she has experienced lately almost feel like a dream instead of reality. She feels close to a ticking bomb in a way due to all these fortunes that just keep piling on her.'Should I… Be wary?'Suddenly, she feels chills running down her spine. She tries to ignore this trail of
They tried. They really did.Serein and Cherry attempted to sweeten their path to allow Cevahir to board the ship without any background check. Serein even offered three times the normal payment just so he could somehow board alongside them.However, despite putting forth their best efforts and trying various strategies, none of their attempts yielded positive results.What they were checking, especially the fact that none of the native folks would flee the territory, seemed to be a concern. Even though they were discussing private ship businesses, it appeared that they too didn’t want to provoke the higher-ups in this place.All of their requests were turned down or flat-out dismissed. Serein and company even considered faking his ID with magic to fulfill their scheme. However, Cevahir reminded these humans that they would be in a trickier situation once they were exposed due to the magic detector used at the checking station.“They have a magic detector?”Serein expressed her baffle
The draft written by Min Suhyun during her amateur writing days was riddled with loopholes and clichéd settings. Additionally, many significant side characters were merely used as stepping stones for the main characters' growth.While acknowledging the necessity of sacrifices and stepping stones for character development, the draft went overboard with the deaths of important and intriguing characters, including the premature demise of Cevahir. Looking back, Suhyun regrets the apparent waste of a compelling character who barely made a real impact in the storyline.Reviewing the draft proved to be a painful experience, with countless errors and mistakes glaring back at her. Despite the shortcomings, Suhyun couldn't help but sigh at the irony of attempting to avoid a certain place only to find herself there eventually.Realizing that forging a new identity for Cevahir was impossible, they were left with no choice but to abandon the original plan of using the intended ship. Consequently,
“If you were any smarter,” he retorted, echoing her earlier words, “You’d realize that I am not negotiating.” His tone was firm, leaving no room for argument. “You know it too, despite all of your empty threats, you’re the one disadvantaged if this matter goes any longer. So, either take it or the deal is off.”Amidst the temporary lull in the conflict, Serein remained vigilant, her senses attuned to the subtle shifts in the atmosphere. The air crackled with tension, the quietude belying the underlying currents of hostility and mistrust. She couldn't afford to be lulled into complacency by the semblance of peace.The leader's words reverberated in her mind, each syllable ringing with unyielding resolve. His demeanor exuded a steely determination, a stark reminder of the ruthless pragmatism that governed his actions. There was no negotiation, no room for compromise; it was a simple ultimatum, delivered with unwavering conviction.Serein's hazel eyes narrowed slightly, a flicker of defi
"We'll negotiate for the return of the egg you seek," Serein proposed, her voice steady despite the tension thick in the air. "Cease your attack now, or we'll no longer defend it. Instead—-" The man's laughter echoed across the chaotic scene, his demeanor shifting from indifference to outright hostility. His eyes bore into Serein with undisguised malice, challenging her resolve. "Why would you 'protect' something you've stolen?" he jeered, his words laced with venom. Serein paused, weighing her options amidst the relentless assault. Finally, she spoke, her voice calm yet firm, "Believe what you will. But know this..." The leader was taken aback by the sudden shift in demeanor from the human before him. Gone was the desperation he had detected earlier, replaced by an air of regal confidence that seemed to emanate from her very being. The leader, accustomed to dealing with mere mortals begging for their lives or scrambling for a shred of mercy, found himself intrigued by this unexpe
— Whooooshhh! The gusts of wind whistled through the air, accompanied by the sharp clang of metal meeting metal, creating a cacophony that echoed across the ship. It was a symphony of chaos, a tumultuous blend of natural elements and the clash of weapons, perfectly encapsulating the dire circumstances unfolding on deck. — Clang! Clang!! On one side, the ship's crew fought desperately to defend against the relentless onslaught of merfolk attackers. Their movements were fueled by fear and determination, each strike a desperate attempt to repel the invaders and protect their vessel. Meanwhile, the merfolk moved with an eerie grace, their attacks calculated and precise. They seemed almost playful in their approach, toying with their human adversaries as if engaged in some twisted game. Their movements were fluid, their strikes swift and deadly, as they closed in on their targets with ruthless efficiency. The contrast between the frantic efforts of the ship's defenders and the effortle
Cevahir's soft call carried a hint of frustration, barely audible amidst the chaos. "Fuckers," he murmured, his voice strained with the effort to convey his desires. He’s not sure what happened, but he knows that his siblings are in danger. And him, despite his injured statem longed to take action, to do more than he was currently capable of, but the weakness brought on by his wounds held him back. "Don't you dare taking them from me," a low growl escaped his lips. His words tinged with resolve despite his physical limitations. Though prideful and determined, he couldn't deny the reality of his weakened state.That being said, if anyone were to see his dimmed eyes, In that vulnerable moment, the fragility of his heart was laid bare, its protective layers stripped away. All pretense fell away, leaving behind raw emotion and stark vulnerability. In that fleeting moment of desperation, he found himself consumed by a singular focus—‘Someone save them.’Cevahir's desperate desire to spe
“Little Human! Little Human!”The urgency in Pam's voice cut through the chaos like a blade, commanding Serein's attention. As he slithered up her leg and onto her back, she couldn't suppress a shiver, feeling his presence against her skin. However, there was no time to dwell on discomfort. With a quick mental steeling, she focused on the task at hand.Serein had just dispatched another merfolk with precision, her movements fluid and decisive. The clang of metal against metal echoed in the air as her blade found its mark, sending her opponent crashing to the ground with a resounding thud. The ship's deck bore the marks of their struggle, but she paid it little heed as she turned her attention to Pam's urgent cry for help.“Little human, help!” Pam's plea rang out, a note of desperation underscoring his words. Despite the urgency, Serein couldn't help but feel a pang of empathy for the young wyrm clinging to her back. She knew he trusted her to come to their aid, just as she had done i
Death. That dark thought loomed over Cevahir's mind like a dark cloud, creeping in and casting a shadow over his resolve as he struggled to maintain composure in the face of their new adversaries. Despite his efforts, weakness seeped through his facade, betraying the inner turmoil he battled to conceal.He wants to protect them, he needs to do that. Protecting them was paramount. It wasn't just a matter of duty; it was a deeply ingrained instinct, a primal need that pulsed within him. But it wasn't the humans he felt compelled to shield; Sam and Pam.it was the two young wyrm siblings whose well-being he had willingly taken upon himself to safeguard. They were his responsibility, his choice, and he would do whatever it took to keep them safe from harm, even if it meant facing death itself.The memories of Pam and Sam's hatching remained vivid in Cevahir's mind, a poignant reminder of the bond forged between them from the very beginning. Despite the accusations hurled at him by the
— Ooooong!With a soft hum, a gentle pink glow began to radiate from the center of the trio, casting a soft, ethereal light that danced across their figures. As the glow intensified, it enveloped them in a warm embrace, suffusing their bodies with a tingling sensation of rejuvenation. The light seemed to seep into every pore, filling them with a sense of buoyancy and vitality. It was as though a gentle breeze had swept through, lifting their spirits and infusing them with renewed energy. The glow shimmered and pulsed, creating an aura of serenity and empowerment around them. It was a moment of transcendence, as if they were bathed in the light of hope itself, ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead.As one of the three who received the boost, Serein felt a surge of energy coursing through her veins, enhancing her agility and speed as she seamlessly transitioned from defense to offense. With swift and precise movements, she launched a counterattack against the soldier before her. T
The Selkie's words cut through the chaos with a chilling nonchalance, his comrades continuing their ruthless assault on those aboard the ship. Whether through direct confrontation or mercilessly tossing them into the sea, their fate was sealed in the domain of the sea monsters, where mercy was a foreign concept."The notorious degenerate who stole the sky's eggs in the past has come to steal our future leader. Such an uninspired predicament," the old Selkie remarked with a hint of amusement, his tone dripping with disdain. "To think that you'd pull off such a foolish stunt rather than laying low. What a fool."Despite the insult, the half-blood remained composed, his focus diverted to shielding Pam from harm, even in his invisible state. However, his efforts were in vain as the young wyrm, unable to bear the insults hurled at his brother, erupted in defiance."Ceva-chi is not a fool!" he shouted, his voice filled with indignation and loyalty.Summoning his courage and determined to pr
After Cevahir's chilling revelation, the group realized that preparing for battle was imperative. However, with the conflict between the sea monsters and pirates raging on, it seemed wiser to remain low and avoid unnecessary risks. No one was eager to throw their life away in the midst of the chaos."They are angry," Cevahir's assertion echoed in their minds like a solemn bell tolling, underscoring the gravity of the situation with each resonating chime. This wasn't mere random aggression; it was a meticulously planned onslaught, orchestrated with precision and intent that sent shivers down their spines.Yet, Min Suhyun couldn't shake off the feeling of being ensnared in her own narrative web. If only she had paid closer attention to the details beforehand, perhaps then she could have avoided this predicament or known a way to address it before it reached this critical point. But even if she had done all of that, the problem wouldn't have been resolved.Unlike the main characters who