“Woah, snake mommy!”
Snapping Richard out of his stupor, Pandemonium made an extremely rude comment, which Richard promptly thwacked him in return for, before quickly bowing. “My apologies, madam. This one has always had a poor mouth on him. Please pardon the rat.” Despite his grumblings, Panda bowed in apology, while Krackle followed suit. Atlas… did nothing. He’s a parasite after all.
The wyrm covered her face with her tail as she giggled which Richard could only find pleasant. “It is alright child. It seems he’s a child of Ratatoskr, and screecher squirrels have always had quite the mouth on them.” Richard nodded up and down, while worrying over the fact that the wyrm recognized who Panda’s father was. On one hand, she hadn’t killed him immediately, but that could also be because she had another use for them. Who knows, maybe she wants to feed them to someone else. She looked at him, and the look in her eyes scared him a little. It looked excited and amused, like a predator, watching her prey. She was looking right through him. ‘Has she seen through me?’ worried Richard. ‘Dear Isis, I hope she hasn’t.’
“Now,” rang out the wyrm’s voice. “Why don’t you drop the shapeshifting spell and tell me why a little hatchling like you knows how to speak a human tongue.”
‘Shit!’
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Having realized that he’d been seen through, he decided there was no point in resisting. He bowed his head as a sign of submission. “Of course, though I hope you would not mind if we do this somewhere more private, where I can tell you my story.” He wasn’t being stupid of course, just smart. There was no point resisting, and there was no reason. She was interested. If she found his story amusing enough, she might even help him on his way.
Nodding, she slithered away and as they followed the bejeweled wyrm, Richard could not help himself but look at the serpent’s tail, her body, those frills, they were all just, so, so…
“Pervert” sing-songed Panda, causing Richard to snap back and flick the little squirrel with his tail.
While slightly annoyed, the screecher squirrel whispered. “You back? Good. Stop letting your bloodline kick in like that. Moron.” As he knocked on Richard’s head, and Richard head to admit, that was quite embarrassing. To think bloodline could kick in like that. It could make him scared, but also make him attracted unexpectedly. He wondered how the cave lake drake felt in its last moments.
Soon they arrived at a large cavern, which despite being a cave, felt rather grandeur. As they went deeper, Richard started noticing why. Despite at first glances feeling like a normal cave, there were weird odds and ends, as well as adjustments to the cave, unnatural formation. She hadn’t straight up redesigned from the ground up, but subtly changed the cave to be a bit more aesthetically pleasing. ‘Impressive.’ Thought Richard.
When they arrived at the core of the cave, they arrived at a looming cavern, and perhaps the most fascinating thing about it is that it abandons the illusion of being a normal cave, with the interior designed like that of a palace. At least he assumed so. He’d never been to a palace. There was even a chandelier hanging above them which had turned on as soon as they entered.
You could be reading stolen content. Head to Royal Road for the genuine story.
“Like it?” Called the wyrm as she noticed his focus. Richard nodded, and she chuckled. “Good. I kidnapped a guy to do that for me. He did a great job, really.” Unable to tell if she was serious, Richard stared at her harder, trying to figure it out, but ultimately came to zilch as her face betrayed nothing.
The room was filled with treasure, books and scrolls, and random trinkets galore, with most of it strewn across the floor. It certainly matched the image Richard had of classical dragons like Fafnir of the legends, but he wasn’t sure wyrms did the same. Quite frankly, he didn’t know much about wyrms in the first place.
In the center of the room lay a giant stalactite, which the wyrm wrapped herself around before resting. Wrapped around the stalactite, she looked far above them.
Richard bowed his head, to show respect and instructed his familiars to do the same. “My name is Richard, and it is my pleasure to meet you madam wyrm.” The wyrm nodded her head. “What a cute name Richard. Very well, the great wyrm before you is Alexandria, the Storm Monarch.” With a flick of her tail, little slabs for them to rest on showed up and taking the social cue, Richard, Panda, Krackle took a seat.
“Well? Let’s hear your story little hatchling.”
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Richard did not hold back for the most part. He revealed his story as someone blessed by Isis in the name of a second chance and the idea that he’d gotten a few abilities as additional blessings. This was how he’d write off the system, as he thought it best to hold that card close to his chest. He’d never heard of it before from any records, so it was probably not a common thing.
Richard also mentioned the weird stone, which when asked too, willingly showed the stone to the wyrm. The wyrm found it fascinating for sure, but admitted she did not know its purpose. She also allowed him to keep it, though he suspected it was because he couldn’t identify its purpose.
As the talk went on, Richard loosened up a bit, as he felt it more likely that he was not going to be eaten by the wyrm.
By the end of it, she was very amused.
“A child blessed by the gods…” she murmured thoughtfully as she tapped her tail on her snout, which was a very amusing movement to watch. Richard even started doing it himself. Until he slapped himself with said tail, snapping him back to attention.
“Say, would you mind trying that spell again?” Asked the wyrm. “I’ll reward you handsomely. “ Richard didn’t mind as long as she’d tell him what spell she wanted to see.
“The one you used on me earlier. When it passed over me it felt as if my very being was being laid bare. I was intrigued by the spell, and I’d like to see it again. I couldn’t believe a hatchling could craft such a spell. When you told me that it was given to you by a god my intrigue has only increased.”
Richard obliged, casting the spell once more.
Species: Storm Monarch Wyrm
Lvl:297/300
Hp:100000/100000
ATK:10000
Def:5000
Mana: 88000/88000
As he did so Alexandria’s eyes widened in disbelief and excitement, as she seemed to be in a state of absolute bliss and ecstasy, making Richard swallow hard. “Oh my” she murmured, ignoring Richard currently.
“What a marvelous spell… Who could’ve even designed such a spell… Isis isn’t a goddess of magic. Perhaps she got Hecate’s help...”
After a while Alexandria calmed down the insane murmurings, though she still looked pretty happy. “Whoever made this spell is a class 1 genius” purred the giant wyrm. “I did promise you a reward, didn’t I?” Putting her tail in her mouth cutting her tail just a bit, which released an intoxicating scent, causing Richard to drool. Waving her tail in front of her, she asked.
“Well? What are you waiting for? Drink up.”
That was all Richard needed to hear.