Translator: AkazaTL
Proofreader/Editor: Charlotte
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Chapter 1: The Dragon Slayer's Ultimate Fate
The petite girl leaned languidly on the throne that symbolized the pinnacle of the Dragon Race's power, her over-knee boots are wrapped around her slender crossed legs, and the absolute territory beneath her black short skirt was full of allure.
Her silver hair was like snow, her captivating beauty seemed to carry a hint of childishness, and her silver eyes gazed downwards with boredom, every move she made radiated with nobility and majesty.
The Silver Dragon Queen, Sharur Christie.
The Queen gazed from on high, while the dragon slayer was in a sorry state below.
The injured Wright Schubert gripped the sword in his hand, not uttering a sound.
Rather, speaking was very difficult for him now; he had been seriously wounded in battle not long ago, blood continuously seeped from his armor and he could only gaze distantly at Sharur through his helmet.
“Human, give up your resistance and welcome your death!”
A sound like an ancient bronze bell exploded above Wright’s head and the air vibrated.
That was a Giant Dragon, and also Sharur’s guard.
“You can’t even break my scales, yet you still want to challenge Her Majesty the Queen, what wishful thinking! Today, you shall pay the price with your life for your foolishness!”
The Giant Dragon swung its giant claw down, stirring up a strong wind, intending to tear Wright to shreds.
Boom!
Under the huge impact Wright flew out like a kite with a broken string and was slammed onto the ground.
“Hmph, is this all the strength a Human Race Sword Saint has? That’s really quite laughable.” The Giant Dragon mocked.
Wright felt as if his body no longer belonged to him, his surroundings grew colder and colder, as if he were about to fall into endless darkness.
Everything from the past flashed before his eyes like a revolving lantern.
Wright, who had practiced swordsmanship since childhood, was single-minded and his heart was as clear as a mirror, entrusting everything to the way of the sword, defeating one genius after another, ascending to the peak of swordsmanship and was hailed as the Sword Saint with the highest potential in history.
Perhaps to hone his swordsmanship, or perhaps for the Human Race, he took on the most difficult task—
Slaying a dragon.
Killing the evil Silver Dragon Princess, Sharur.
When he truly faced the Dragon Race, he then realized his own insignificance. He had thought he had reached the peak, but in reality, he was only at the mountainside surrounded by clouds.
The true Dragon Race soared high in the sky, an existence Wright could not touch.
But he…
Was unwilling to concede defeat just like that.
“Holy Sword! Gram!”
Wright roared, and the sword in his hand burst forth with dazzling light.
At the moment of despair, his sword heart remained clear, and the Sword Saint, who had been devoted to swordsmanship for ten years as if it were one day, stepped into a new realm, as if he had become one with the Holy Sword.
He miraculously stood up, swinging the shining Holy Sword in his hand, as if he had transformed into a meteor streaking across the dark knight, cutting towards the Giant Dragon.
“What…?!”
The Giant Dragon watched in disbelief as its body was pierced by the stream of light and its heart destroyed. This was one of the few weaknesses of the Dragon Race; if the heart was damaged, the outcome would inevitably be its demise.
Wright won.
He fell to the ground unsightly, the Holy Sword in his hand dropping to the ground, having reached its limit.
“Human, human, human…!!” The dying Giant Dragon was furious, “I will bestow upon you endless curses, so that you will never find peace even in hell!!”
Burning dragon blood poured down like a torrential rain submerging Wright, continuously infiltrating his body through the armor's.
This was the Dragon Race’s Cursed Blood; those cursed by it had no chance of survival.
The dragon blood, like magma, almost evaporated Wright’s body. He felt his internal organs melt; how could a human body possibly withstand the Dragon Race’s curse?
Wright’s consciousness became blurred.
Then the Giant Dragon died, and the scene became quiet.
“How useless,” Sharur yawned, “to actually be killed by a member of the Human Race. If other Dragon Race members knew, wouldn’t they laugh their heads off?”
The nearby Dragon Race members looked at each other.
For a member of the Human Race to defeat a Dragon Race member was quite preposterous.
“That’s enough for today, let’s go back~” Sharur stood up, preparing to leave.
“Your Majesty the Queen, how should this place be handled?” other Dragon Race guards asked.
“Bury it if it needs burying.”
“Your Majesty the Queen, I was talking about that Human Race member.”
“Hm?”
Sharur glanced, and found that the armor in the pool of blood actually moved.
“I will handle that Human Race member.” A ripple appeared in her eyes, and she walked towards Wright.
After Sharur approached, Wright's hand suddenly moved, grabbing Sharur’s boot.
But Wright’s voice had already begun to change, sounding very delicate.
“I want… to challenge you… Silver Dragon Queen!”
Sharur noticed that this human’s hair had grown long, black long hair leaking out from the helmet.
The terrifying energy of the Dragon Race’s curse failed to kill this human, but instead caused him to undergo an abnormal change.
Interesting.
Sharur’s lips curled upwards, and a strange glimmer flickered in her Dragon Race’s vertical pupils; she wanted to conduct an experiment.
A chilling aura spread from her body, and the nearby Giant Dragons bowed to the petite Dragon Race Queen, the air seemed to freeze, making it suffocating.
This was the Dragon King’s oppressive aura.
“Oh dear, already corroded by the Dragon Race’s curse, yet still able to maintain your sense of self. Truly a brave Sword Saint. Drink it, this is your reward.”
Sharur bit her tongue, blood spilled from between her cherry lips, sliding down her fair face, and the Dragon King-level Cursed Dragon Blood dripped in front of Wright.
“No need… I want to… surpass the Dragon Race! Holy Sword!”
Wright tried to grab the Holy Sword, but Sharur just raised her foot and stepped down mercilessly.
His Holy Sword… shattered.
“Since you don’t want a reward, then I’ll give you a punishment!”
Sharur kicked off Wright’s helmet.
His originally sharp-featured male face, its contours had already softened, looking on the verge of tears, appearing excessively delicate, he was simply a girl.
“This is a more stimulating curse than before. I want to see if you can still survive, hehe~”
The Silver Dragon Queen coiled Wright’s neck with her Dragon Race’s tail, lifted him up, and then personally fed him the curse.
…
Six years later.
Dragon Race Royal Palace.
In Sharur’s room, the fireplace flames slowly burned and the dim yellow light cast two girls’ figures on the wall, leaning intimately against each other.
“A Human Race Sword Saint, who claimed to be a dragon slayer, invaded the Dragon Race’s territory,” Sharur held a book, slowly reading, “He said he wanted to challenge the Dragon Race’s Queen.”
“Truly an arrogant Human Race member!” The girl next to Sharur said indignantly.
Her appearance was almost identical to Sharur’s, silver hair like a waterfall, her childish face gradually revealed an otherworldly beauty, dressed in a pure white princess dress that made her appear petite and lovely and a large tail representing the Dragon Race hung behind her, extremely conspicuous.
This was the Dragon Race’s Little Princess, and also Sharur’s only daughter, Shay Christie.
Listening to Sharur’s story, Shay puffed out her cheeks, and her small feet wrapped in white silk swung, expressing her emotions.
“These mere humans, how dare they be so arrogant! It’s best if I don’t encounter this so-called Sword Saint, otherwise… this princess will just hit him with her tail, directly slapping him to death!”
“When facing enemies, as a Dragon Race member, one must never show mercy and must make the opponent understand their own weakness and the greatness of the Dragon Race.”
“Okay Mother, I understand!”
Shay showed a sweet smile.
This was her happiest time of the day, being able to stay with her beloved Mother.
As the Dragon Race’s Princess, she would need to inherit her mother’s position in the future and always needed to spend a lot of time on studying…
But most of the time was spent playing, that was all.
“Mother, what happened to that dragon slayer later?”
“Shay, what do you think?” Sharur looked at her daughter and also smiled.
Shay thought for a moment, then came to a conclusion, “Does that even need to be said? That dragon slayer definitely failed disgracefully~!”