"Where's your daughter?"

"Fallow me. Only you and my wife can come."

"If you do something stupid, you will regret it."

"Yes, yes, now come."

He gets up from his throne and begins to walk to the exit with his wife in hand.

"Wait for me here. In the meantime, get to know each other." As I begin to walk, I'm reminded of their memories.

"Ah! Before I forget, all four of you look in my eyes. Mary, don't look, no matter what, you shouldn't look. Have I made myself clear?"

"Yes!" Four yes could be heard in the throne room, and Mary looks somewhere else. Making sure that all of them look at my eyes, I activate my skill. Racial Skill: Complete Control.

"Remember everything that happened in the Grey Forest."

After a few seconds, all of them fell to the ground and started to stare at me. Not like they could do anything about it. If they try so-

"Thank you for giving our memories back!"

What kind of training do you need to say things together like them? Anyway, after the whole fiasco, I fallow the queen and king through the hallway, making our way to another room. There were no guards here, were they not scared for an assassination? Why would they leave the door with no guards? The king opens one door with the handle and enters the room. I follow with the queen after me closing in the door. Inside there were ten or so people all like the queen and king—dragons in human forms with horns, tails, and scales with different colors and sizes. Yeah, now I get why there are no guards at the door. Why would you need guards when you have ten powerhouses beside the bed. Their clothes are the same as the queen and king, a kimono in white. Inside the bed, there sleeps a girl, maybe eighteen years old. Her horns are bigger than the other dragons, and her face is red. Sweat can be seen on her face. She's sick. Now, why would they think that I could save her?

"Is she the one?"

"Yes, elder, she is."

"Why isn't she in a leash then?"

"We talked about it elder, I made a decision, or should I remind you who the king is?"

"N-no, there is no need."

Did I hear that, right? On a leash? Now I don't know about the others, but I certainly don't have that kink. I should give him a warning just in case.

"I suggest you don't anger me, old man."

"What! You whore! Show some respect!"

"In my race, respect is gained not given freely to the oldest one. If you don't retract your words, then I will retract myself from this room."

"What?! You impertinent little shit!"

He was about to come to my face and slap me, but the king moved in front of me and stood fiercely. I guess I win, huh? Older man zero, me one.

"Am I here to get ridiculized or to save someone?"

They all looked at me and started to move from the range of the bed, making way for me. As I move closer to the bed, I could see her face. She is quite beautiful with her gold hair and horns. She looks exactly like her mother. Is it perhaps hereditary to look like one of the parents? If it's a girl to look like the mom and if it's a boy to look like the father? Anyway, I stopped beside the bed, and I could see black marks on half of her left neck. Like her veins were full of something black underneath, making them visible. What kind of disease is it? I look at the king for clarification.

"What's with her marks on her neck?"

"She's got a mana disease. She can't be cured with heath potions or spells because of her corrupted mana getting in the way. Also, it could make it worse. You didn't hear of this disease, did you?"

"No, but that's because we have lived underground most of our lives. We also can't suffer from this disease because of our natural resistance against them. Maybe some of my blood can cure her? Can I give her some of my blood?"

"Preposterous! My king, you can't let her do that!"

"I have witnessed her blood having healing properties. Or are you doubting my very own eyes?"

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"Never! My queen but-"

"No, buts! Ellesha, do what you think is best."

"Wery well."

The queen must have noticed why Mary drank my blood. Well, I can't go back now. I bring my left wrist close to my mouth and with my four fangs now fully grown byte in it. Like the first time I did it for Mary, I don't feel any sort of pain, only some minor discomfort. I guess I stopped being human, or I wasn't from the beginning. I bring the wrist to her mouth as the blood started to gush out. With my right hand, I force her head up, so she won't die from suffocating in blood. A few minutes pass with nothing happening only for her to open her eyes and to begin to drink blood fast. I guess it worked, huh. Sometime later, she removes my hand from her mouth and stares at me. Golden eyes met my blue eyes. I take my hand to regenerate and move from the bed. The funny thing about my regeneration is that I can stop it at command, or it will do it if the body is severely injured. If my head is cut from my body, I could just take it from where it is and put it back on my neck, or I could wish for the head to dissolve in blood and make it's way to the body. But if the blood is destroyed or it's in a place where it can't access the body, it will solidify and change ist color to black making it useless. Useless, well, for me as for any other race, if they touch the blood, they became zombies in twenty-four hours. I thought at that time it could be cool. Now, I think I made a mistake. I can control the zombies and command them, but I think mindless bodies that move slowly as fuck isn't a good company.

"Father? Mother! I'm alive!"

"Spear!"

Both father and mother jump on the bet to hug their daughter with the name Spear. Wich, by the way, it's a horrible name. Why would you name your child spear? Does it have to to with her horns or tail as in they look like a spear or what? Eh, none of my business. To each of their own, I guess. As the trio of a family have their happy reunion, a dragon comes closer to the bed and looks at her neck. I center my sight on her too, and I could see the marks still there.

"Impossible! She should be healed!"

I go directly to the bed with my speed, ignoring the father on her left side. As I saw, the marks are still there, but they should have been healed. My blood can heal any wound. Severed limbs, diseases, viruses, heck it is even the cure to my black blood that makes zombies. How in hell it's still not cured? What can't be cured? Think! THINK! You are in a game like-fantasy world. What can't be cured with a health potion, healing spells, and my blood, which is an all-cure? Health, diseases, viruses what do all of them have in common. They make you sluggish, sick, you need medication for them to go awa- Status afflictions! It's not a disease but a curse. Are there classes that can make curses this strong?

"This isn't a disease! It's a curse! This is blasphemy!"

The king looks straight at me and starts to shake me.

"What! Say it!"

"There is no way to save her."

All look at me, and I started to feel the bloodlust directed at me. I didn't even flinch. These dragons can't compare to my level, and even if they could, I'm immortal. What the hell can they do? Should I activate my skills? Make a run for it, or should I just kill all of them? Ah. What a headache.

"You certainly must know! My vision was of my daughter cured."

"How? At how much mana she has, she will die with the corrupting mana continuing to spread. If what you said is true only immortality can save her."

They all stood frozen in their spot. The blood lust I felt was gone the moment these words parted my lips. The king looks at me and starts to lower his head in a bow. Why do all people do this? Do they make it here as a mechanism for begging something? Isn't the usual to stay on your knees with your head on the floor?

"Then, please, make her like you!"

"My king! This is insane! Yo-"

"Silence!"

The queen moves from the bed and does the same as the father making some elders follow her example. Who here has more authority, the king, or the queen? Is perhaps the king a physical authority for the ones that cross a line, and the queen for political authority?

"You can't be possibly serious she may no bet even be immortal! She could be lying all along!"

The,se words from the same elder that wanted to slap me made me angry. My skills didn't get triggered this time. My hunger most likely played a big role in it. So I did what any individual would do in this case. Do they want proof? Well, they will have it. Racial Skill: Metal Short Claws

With a quick hand movement, I cut my head from my shoulders. Everybody looked at me, shocked. I let the head fall to the floor as my body stayed in the same place. No blood was gushing out because of my willpower over my blood. Retracting my claws, I took my head that had fallen by the hair making its way on my shoulders. When it came in contact, my natural regeneration started to work, and it reconnected again. All of them were stunned like they watched a god coming down from the skies to earth.

"Have I proven myself?"

"Mo-mon-monster!"

"And you aren't? To a normal human who has no magical capabilities, you are the monster. You called me one just because I can do something that you can't."

"Kill her! We should k-"

"Silence! Can you make her immortal or not?"

"Yes, I can make her. The question is if she wants to."

I center my sight to the girl on the bed, which started to breathe harder. The curse sure is strong; she will die in a few days.

"Do you want to live eternally?"

"What does it matter what she wants! Just make her then!"

Okay, that guy just pisses me off. Since the beginning, he was nothing more than a pain in my arse. He is dead. How should I kill him? Speed and my claws will do. Racial Skill: Metal Short Claws

Before anyone could do anything, the annoying older man's head was flying on the other side of the room.

"EVERYBODY OUT! THE ONLY ONES WHO STAY ARE THE KING AND THE QUEEN! IF I SEE JUST ONE OF YOU STILL IN THIS ROOM, I WILL MAKE YOU WISSH YOU DIED LIKE HIM!"

The dragons stayed on their spot, unsure of what to do when the king waked up and shouted.

"DO WHAT SHE SAYS!"

With these words, they all scatter, leaving me alone with the mother, father, and daughter.