The Croban Mercenary Company entered the town driven by Hubert and Dennis.
Felix, who had been opposing it until the end, reluctantly agreed upon hearing the words ‘fruit vendor.’
Not only with food but also with people, Felix had a nearly obsessive-compulsive attitude. So, it was actually Hubert and Dennis who were surprised by his permission.
However, having spent several winters outside, they knew that this was not something people should do, so they quickly prepared their belongings and entered.
In winter, it snowed so much that it could make you forget summer.
Blizzards fell incessantly day and night, and the tents collapsed countless times.
They were not people who would die or get injured in the snow, and they could just clear the snow and set up the tents again. But the presence of the Prince among them was a cause for concern.
Felix didn’t care, but their hearts were different.
With ten members and Hubert, Dennis, and Felix, they were walking leisurely before reaching Sylvia’s house on the outskirts of the town.
★★
Meanwhile, Sylvia was struggling to catch a fast-moving and agile fairy, who was making a fuss.
[Hmph!]
“Hey, can’t you come down from there? Why are you doing this, seriously!”
Eryngium felt regret as Hubert and Dennis left. But that was that, and this was this.
[What should I do if you suddenly call Felix and the others like this?]
“You wanted to see them too. So, it’s a good thing!”
[No! No, I wanted to see them! But this isn’t it! I didn’t want to meet like this all of a sudden!]
“Here.”
Sylvia used a wind spell to silence the fairy who was shouting in protest.
“Really, I didn’t want to use magic.”
[Let go of me! Let go!]
“Oh, can’t you be quiet for a moment?”
She grabbed the tiny struggling fairy by the arm and adjusted their eye level.
When her cyan eyes met the bright violet eyes that sparkled like small beads, Sylvia said, “Can’t you stay still?”
While avoiding eye contact, the fidgety fairy tried to break free. Watching the fairy who was desperately trying not to make eye contact.
“Why don’t you want to meet? Don’t you miss them?”
Sylvia asked, looking into Eryngium’s eyes calmly.
[I wanted to meet them. But those guys won’t leave me alone if they see me.]
“Why?”
[Because I messed everything up.]
Sylvia’s eyes sharpened at the fairy’s response.
“What did you mess up?”
[It wasn’t supposed to be bringing you along; it was something else. At that time, what Aethernum-nim said was definitely something else.]
“What was it then? No, didn’t you ask me for a favor?”
Sylvia’s gaze became intense as she raised the fairy right up to her face.
[Actually, I couldn’t… hear what Aethernum-nim said properly.]
That’s right.
Eryngium couldn’t hear his words clearly in her drowsy state. It was even worse because her body was being sucked into the vortex and her wings were fluttering in all directions.
And when she came to her senses, she found herself in a place she had never seen before.
She wandered aimlessly.
After wandering around a strange village with thick air and no flow of mana, she collapsed in exhaustion in a place that seemed to appear out of nowhere.
When she felt darkness approaching, she heard a loud noise and, along with the overwhelming pain, heard even more excruciating sounds.
And that’s when she met Sylvia as she is now.
Being with Sylvia was comforting.
No, it was very satisfying.
So, she forgot.
That she made a mistake!
Surely what Aethernum-nim said must have been about something else!
But if she suddenly meet other fairies and Felix like this, she will surely be questioned, and once the truth is revealed, she will surely be tormented for a very long time.
If she’s tormented, it will be annoying, and if it’s annoying, it will be irritating.
Sometimes, Felix will look at her with a pitiful look in his eyes, and the other fairies will show concern and make a fuss at Felix’ expression.
[Absolutely not!]
Eryngium, who had been quietly held with her head bowed, suddenly broke free and flew away with a flutter.
Then she dashed outside.
“Uh, what’s going on?”
Sylvia, who was a little slow to react, followed her outside but couldn’t find a single petal of the fairy.
“Why is she acting like this?”
Sylvia, who couldn’t understand the words, muttered in frustration at the door.
“It’s almost winter, you know. Really.”
Sylvia, who had been grumbling, quickly resigned herself and went back inside the house.
★★
Sylvia went shopping again.
Since they were expecting guests, shouldn’t they properly prepare for their arrival?
She had bought all the available meat, stocked up on cheese and butter, and even bought plenty of bread. She had also purchased an extra dimensional bag.
“It’s completely packed.”
She had almost emptied her savings, and she couldn’t help but feel a sense of guilt for why she had to go this far.
“Well, no. To survive, I have to soothe the protagonist’s heart from now on. And he’s also pitiful.”
The emotion she had felt after reading the novel was sympathy. He had achieved perfect revenge, but the protagonist was still miserable.
No one had been able to heal his wounded heart, and he still couldn’t eat properly.
Meeting the female protagonist had brought a little happiness, but that was as far as it went.
“So that’s why the novel had a low rating.”
It was supposed to be a happy ending, why did it have a mediocre ending? If you’re the protagonist, you should have a glamorous return and enjoy everything you missed out on, right?
“Alright, since it turned out like this… while they’re here, I’ll make sure your mouth doesn’t rest.”
Sylvia quickly tidied up the house with a smile that seemed oddly ominous.
She used wind magic to lower the bed to the first floor and cleaned up all the rooms on the second floor.
Just in case, she had prepared plenty of fur blankets to cover with. Fortunately, there weren’t many items in the house to begin with, so that was a relief.
“Now, the last thing to prepare…”
After checking each room in the now-clean house, Sylvia stepped out into the backyard.
She envisioned a large tree in her mind while simultaneously sending her magic into a plant rune.
Various runes moved as per her intention. The runes emitted light, but it was concealed under her clothes.
She watched as the tree grew before her eyes. It was a tree she had seen once in a broadcast, deep within the jungle.
The fully grown tree was even larger than her house.
Sylvia connected her magic to the tree through a wind rune and began to cut it.
Slice, slice.
After cutting the tree horizontally once more, she shaped it into a circular form. She then floated it in the air and attempted something new.
Using a plant rune, she began to weave vine-like wood onto the circular wooden board. The vines naturally flowed down, forming the elegant legs of a dining table.
“Oh, this looks great. Why didn’t I think of this sooner?”
Sylvia marveled and, with a sigh of admiration, transferred the completed spacious dining table into her extra-dimensional bag.
“Should I just renovate the entire house?”
It was a rather shabby house that had always been a source of dissatisfaction. Plus, it was made of wood, which worried her about the upcoming winter.
“How did I ever think of living in such a place in such a remote area?… Sylvia, you fool. Giving money to that guy is like committing suicide.”
The neighboring houses were all vacant as well.
When she first moved here and tried to be friendly with the neighbors by bringing food, she had expected a response.
But it was just the opposite. No one came out, and when she cautiously opened a door, it was a sinister-looking house with a creepy atmosphere.
“Gives me the creeps, it does.”
Shivering, Sylvia took a deep breath. She closed her eyes and spread her arms wide to both sides. Drawing on the deep-seated magic hidden within, she poured her magic into the plant runes and wind runes inscribed all around.
Whirr.
The magic flowed through her body like a refreshing breeze, drawing all the hidden magic from deep within.
In the run-down and about-to-collapse tree house, new shoots began to sprout. Small vines that looked like the building-eating trees she had seen when visiting Cambodia intertwined and reinforced the treehouse.
She strengthened the lower part of the treehouse and sealed the gaps with small roots. Thin branches, similar in color to her hair, grew thickly on the roof.
Beautiful flower petals adorned the small glass windows, and the interior of the house transformed into a place filled with the scent of fresh grass. Sylvia let out an exclamation of awe as she walked into the living room.
The living room, where the fireplace was located, was decorated with walls covered in white flowers.
“This is incredible.”
Admiring her own skills, Sylvia climbed to the second floor. There were now railings on the stairs, and vines meandered along the railings, reaching upward.
Entering the room that had originally been her bedroom, she used magic to make the vine grow again. Small branches connected, creating roughly seven sun-like beds.
Then, she came back to the second-floor living room, where she made makeshift tables and small chairs. In another room on the second floor, just like the bedroom, she created beds.
These beds were even more spacious and cozy than the sun beds.
“I can make this the protagonist’s room, right?”
Smiling broadly, Sylvia nodded to herself. Returning to the first floor, Sylvia entered a side room that would become her bedroom and used the vine to create a shaded bed.
She simply removed the bedding from her original bed and left the old bedframe in pieces next to the fireplace.
The dining table she retrieved from her extra-dimensional bag was large enough to accommodate ten knights. Joyful, Sylvia also crafted chairs for them.
“Wow, the atmosphere has completely changed.”
Muttering to herself about remodeling, Sylvia went back to the kitchen and used magic again. She didn’t dwell too deeply on the abnormal amount of magic she was expending; she just assumed other mages could do this much.
By the time she had finished all the remodeling, the sound of knocking at the front door echoed through the house.
Knock, knock.
Hearing the knock, Sylvia quickly scanned the house one last time and responded cheerfully with a bright voice, “Yes, just a moment!”
She wished Eryngium was here with her; it would have been better. She couldn’t understand why the stubborn fairy had suddenly dashed off like her tail was on fire.
This was her first meeting with the protagonist, so she felt extremely nervous. She worried that the protagonist might find her unpleasant and decide to kill her. The novel barely described the characters, and she was curious about the protagonist’s appearance.
Would their gaze be stern and menacing? Or would they have a cold, icy demeanor?
Well, they were the protagonist, so their appearance should be somewhat acceptable.
With high expectations, Sylvia swung the front door wide open.
To Sylvia’s surprise, the person standing in front of her wasn’t Hubert or Dennis. It was the protagonist of the novel “Descendant of the Black Dragon,” whom she had been eagerly awaiting.
Sylvia tightly gripped the newly crafted door handle adorned with flowers and felt like fireworks were going off in her mind. Not just fireworks, but the sound of temple bells also resonated through her head. It was like the clear, lingering resonance of traditional Korean temple bells heard on New Year’s Day.
His pitch-black hair, which resembled a moonless night absorbing the moonlight, swayed gently in the breeze. Beneath his hair, his identical night-sky-like irises seemed to be filled with countless stars, sparkling and shimmering.
With an ethereal expression, the protagonist stood there, carrying a massive Buster Sword on his back. He appeared slender and elegant at first glance, but not weak or feeble. There was a long and slender aura about him, but he also exuded a sense of firmness and strength. He wore black armor and gazed nonchalantly down at Sylvia, who was looking up in amazement.
She couldn’t help but think, “Is he the protagonist?” She didn’t need an introduction; she could tell just by looking at him.
Why?
Because his appearance was insane!
Crazy. He’s insane. He’s insane good-looking.
Sylvia slowly nodded her head, still feeling the long-lasting resonance in her mind, like the Emille Temple Bell.
The Croban Mercenary Company entered the town driven by Hubert and Dennis.
Felix, who had been opposing it until the end, reluctantly agreed upon hearing the words ‘fruit vendor.’
Not only with food but also with people, Felix had a nearly obsessive-compulsive attitude. So, it was actually Hubert and Dennis who were surprised by his permission.
However, having spent several winters outside, they knew that this was not something people should do, so they quickly prepared their belongings and entered.
In winter, it snowed so much that it could make you forget summer.
Blizzards fell incessantly day and night, and the tents collapsed countless times.
They were not people who would die or get injured in the snow, and they could just clear the snow and set up the tents again. But the presence of the Prince among them was a cause for concern.
Felix didn’t care, but their hearts were different.
With ten members and Hubert, Dennis, and Felix, they were walking leisurely before reaching Sylvia’s house on the outskirts of the town.
★★
Meanwhile, Sylvia was struggling to catch a fast-moving and agile fairy, who was making a fuss.
[Hmph!]
“Hey, can’t you come down from there? Why are you doing this, seriously!”
Eryngium felt regret as Hubert and Dennis left. But that was that, and this was this.
[What should I do if you suddenly call Felix and the others like this?]
“You wanted to see them too. So, it’s a good thing!”
[No! No, I wanted to see them! But this isn’t it! I didn’t want to meet like this all of a sudden!]
“Here.”
Sylvia used a wind spell to silence the fairy who was shouting in protest.
“Really, I didn’t want to use magic.”
[Let go of me! Let go!]
“Oh, can’t you be quiet for a moment?”
She grabbed the tiny struggling fairy by the arm and adjusted their eye level.
When her cyan eyes met the bright violet eyes that sparkled like small beads, Sylvia said, “Can’t you stay still?”
While avoiding eye contact, the fidgety fairy tried to break free. Watching the fairy who was desperately trying not to make eye contact.
“Why don’t you want to meet? Don’t you miss them?”
Sylvia asked, looking into Eryngium’s eyes calmly.
[I wanted to meet them. But those guys won’t leave me alone if they see me.]
“Why?”
[Because I messed everything up.]
Sylvia’s eyes sharpened at the fairy’s response.
“What did you mess up?”
[It wasn’t supposed to be bringing you along; it was something else. At that time, what Aethernum-nim said was definitely something else.]
“What was it then? No, didn’t you ask me for a favor?”
Sylvia’s gaze became intense as she raised the fairy right up to her face.
[Actually, I couldn’t… hear what Aethernum-nim said properly.]
That’s right.
Eryngium couldn’t hear his words clearly in her drowsy state. It was even worse because her body was being sucked into the vortex and her wings were fluttering in all directions.
And when she came to her senses, she found herself in a place she had never seen before.
She wandered aimlessly.
After wandering around a strange village with thick air and no flow of mana, she collapsed in exhaustion in a place that seemed to appear out of nowhere.
When she felt darkness approaching, she heard a loud noise and, along with the overwhelming pain, heard even more excruciating sounds.
And that’s when she met Sylvia as she is now.
Being with Sylvia was comforting.
No, it was very satisfying.
So, she forgot.
That she made a mistake!
Surely what Aethernum-nim said must have been about something else!
But if she suddenly meet other fairies and Felix like this, she will surely be questioned, and once the truth is revealed, she will surely be tormented for a very long time.
If she’s tormented, it will be annoying, and if it’s annoying, it will be irritating.
Sometimes, Felix will look at her with a pitiful look in his eyes, and the other fairies will show concern and make a fuss at Felix’ expression.
[Absolutely not!]
Eryngium, who had been quietly held with her head bowed, suddenly broke free and flew away with a flutter.
Then she dashed outside.
“Uh, what’s going on?”
Sylvia, who was a little slow to react, followed her outside but couldn’t find a single petal of the fairy.
“Why is she acting like this?”
Sylvia, who couldn’t understand the words, muttered in frustration at the door.
“It’s almost winter, you know. Really.”
Sylvia, who had been grumbling, quickly resigned herself and went back inside the house.
★★
Sylvia went shopping again.
Since they were expecting guests, shouldn’t they properly prepare for their arrival?
She had bought all the available meat, stocked up on cheese and butter, and even bought plenty of bread. She had also purchased an extra dimensional bag.
“It’s completely packed.”
She had almost emptied her savings, and she couldn’t help but feel a sense of guilt for why she had to go this far.
“Well, no. To survive, I have to soothe the protagonist’s heart from now on. And he’s also pitiful.”
The emotion she had felt after reading the novel was sympathy. He had achieved perfect revenge, but the protagonist was still miserable.
No one had been able to heal his wounded heart, and he still couldn’t eat properly.
Meeting the female protagonist had brought a little happiness, but that was as far as it went.
“So that’s why the novel had a low rating.”
It was supposed to be a happy ending, why did it have a mediocre ending? If you’re the protagonist, you should have a glamorous return and enjoy everything you missed out on, right?
“Alright, since it turned out like this… while they’re here, I’ll make sure your mouth doesn’t rest.”
Sylvia quickly tidied up the house with a smile that seemed oddly ominous.
She used wind magic to lower the bed to the first floor and cleaned up all the rooms on the second floor.
Just in case, she had prepared plenty of fur blankets to cover with. Fortunately, there weren’t many items in the house to begin with, so that was a relief.
“Now, the last thing to prepare…”
After checking each room in the now-clean house, Sylvia stepped out into the backyard.
She envisioned a large tree in her mind while simultaneously sending her magic into a plant rune.
Various runes moved as per her intention. The runes emitted light, but it was concealed under her clothes.
She watched as the tree grew before her eyes. It was a tree she had seen once in a broadcast, deep within the jungle.
The fully grown tree was even larger than her house.
Sylvia connected her magic to the tree through a wind rune and began to cut it.
Slice, slice.
After cutting the tree horizontally once more, she shaped it into a circular form. She then floated it in the air and attempted something new.
Using a plant rune, she began to weave vine-like wood onto the circular wooden board. The vines naturally flowed down, forming the elegant legs of a dining table.
“Oh, this looks great. Why didn’t I think of this sooner?”
Sylvia marveled and, with a sigh of admiration, transferred the completed spacious dining table into her extra-dimensional bag.
“Should I just renovate the entire house?”
It was a rather shabby house that had always been a source of dissatisfaction. Plus, it was made of wood, which worried her about the upcoming winter.
“How did I ever think of living in such a place in such a remote area?… Sylvia, you fool. Giving money to that guy is like committing suicide.”
The neighboring houses were all vacant as well.
When she first moved here and tried to be friendly with the neighbors by bringing food, she had expected a response.
But it was just the opposite. No one came out, and when she cautiously opened a door, it was a sinister-looking house with a creepy atmosphere.
“Gives me the creeps, it does.”
Shivering, Sylvia took a deep breath. She closed her eyes and spread her arms wide to both sides. Drawing on the deep-seated magic hidden within, she poured her magic into the plant runes and wind runes inscribed all around.
Whirr.
The magic flowed through her body like a refreshing breeze, drawing all the hidden magic from deep within.
In the run-down and about-to-collapse tree house, new shoots began to sprout. Small vines that looked like the building-eating trees she had seen when visiting Cambodia intertwined and reinforced the treehouse.
She strengthened the lower part of the treehouse and sealed the gaps with small roots. Thin branches, similar in color to her hair, grew thickly on the roof.
Beautiful flower petals adorned the small glass windows, and the interior of the house transformed into a place filled with the scent of fresh grass. Sylvia let out an exclamation of awe as she walked into the living room.
The living room, where the fireplace was located, was decorated with walls covered in white flowers.
“This is incredible.”
Admiring her own skills, Sylvia climbed to the second floor. There were now railings on the stairs, and vines meandered along the railings, reaching upward.
Entering the room that had originally been her bedroom, she used magic to make the vine grow again. Small branches connected, creating roughly seven sun-like beds.
Then, she came back to the second-floor living room, where she made makeshift tables and small chairs. In another room on the second floor, just like the bedroom, she created beds.
These beds were even more spacious and cozy than the sun beds.
“I can make this the protagonist’s room, right?”
Smiling broadly, Sylvia nodded to herself. Returning to the first floor, Sylvia entered a side room that would become her bedroom and used the vine to create a shaded bed.
She simply removed the bedding from her original bed and left the old bedframe in pieces next to the fireplace.
The dining table she retrieved from her extra-dimensional bag was large enough to accommodate ten knights. Joyful, Sylvia also crafted chairs for them.
“Wow, the atmosphere has completely changed.”
Muttering to herself about remodeling, Sylvia went back to the kitchen and used magic again. She didn’t dwell too deeply on the abnormal amount of magic she was expending; she just assumed other mages could do this much.
By the time she had finished all the remodeling, the sound of knocking at the front door echoed through the house.
Knock, knock.
Hearing the knock, Sylvia quickly scanned the house one last time and responded cheerfully with a bright voice, “Yes, just a moment!”
She wished Eryngium was here with her; it would have been better. She couldn’t understand why the stubborn fairy had suddenly dashed off like her tail was on fire.
This was her first meeting with the protagonist, so she felt extremely nervous. She worried that the protagonist might find her unpleasant and decide to kill her. The novel barely described the characters, and she was curious about the protagonist’s appearance.
Would their gaze be stern and menacing? Or would they have a cold, icy demeanor?
Well, they were the protagonist, so their appearance should be somewhat acceptable.
With high expectations, Sylvia swung the front door wide open.
To Sylvia’s surprise, the person standing in front of her wasn’t Hubert or Dennis. It was the protagonist of the novel “Descendant of the Black Dragon,” whom she had been eagerly awaiting.
Sylvia tightly gripped the newly crafted door handle adorned with flowers and felt like fireworks were going off in her mind. Not just fireworks, but the sound of temple bells also resonated through her head. It was like the clear, lingering resonance of traditional Korean temple bells heard on New Year’s Day.
His pitch-black hair, which resembled a moonless night absorbing the moonlight, swayed gently in the breeze. Beneath his hair, his identical night-sky-like irises seemed to be filled with countless stars, sparkling and shimmering.
With an ethereal expression, the protagonist stood there, carrying a massive Buster Sword on his back. He appeared slender and elegant at first glance, but not weak or feeble. There was a long and slender aura about him, but he also exuded a sense of firmness and strength. He wore black armor and gazed nonchalantly down at Sylvia, who was looking up in amazement.
She couldn’t help but think, “Is he the protagonist?” She didn’t need an introduction; she could tell just by looking at him.
Why?
Because his appearance was insane!
Crazy. He’s insane. He’s insane good-looking.
Sylvia slowly nodded her head, still feeling the long-lasting resonance in her mind, like the Emille Temple Bell.
