I Raised A Black Dragon - Chapter 173
This is bad. Noah stopped walking and plastered a kind smile on her face. “Go down, Mu. Walk with your feet.”
“No!” Muell refused.
“Will you come down? You’re heavier than you look.”
The boy whined, wrapping his arms around Noah’s neck tightly. Noah attempted to tear herself from his grip, reeling from the weight of the child, but Muell began to sputter a gibberish excuse. “But uncle Kyle said Noah should be a little healthier. You should gain weight, exercise… Wake up when the sun rises, sleep when the sun sets, eat three meals a day.”
“That’s what Kyle said?” Her eyebrow arched.
“That’s what uncle Kyle always says.”
“Hmm.” She embraced Muell again, pretending she couldn’t win against him. Behind her indifferent facade, an emotion faintly soared. I don’t think I regret coming to this world. This is a much happier life than the one I had.
“So what else did Kyle say about me? Well, what did he think of me? Does he want to quit his real job and work at my place… No, well. I’m not asking because I’m curious,” Noah hummed.
“He often talks about keeping Noah well.”
“I kind of like that a little. What more?” she inquired.
“To please listen carefully.”
As her steps furthered while they talked, Noah felt at one point that the door she was searching for was near. It was as if an unseen force was pulling her body right to it. Then, she turned left as though she was drawn to the opposite pole of a magnet. Not long after, she found a large sphere that sparkled brighter than any other star in the vast universe.
She placed Muell down and approached the blazing sphere, extending her arms outward. As soon as the tip of her finger touched against the orb, an intense golden light flashed. It devoured her.
Noah closed her eyes in reflex and opened them to the feeling of something brushing past her left cheek. An object had emerged from the light; it was a piece of paper. She then hurriedly snatched the thin sheet, and another piece fell over her head this time.
Then, it commenced. Dozens, which became hundreds and soon thousands, sheets of paper began to blend gradually into the swirling swarm of light that enveloped the sphere. Shrouded black letters written on the white sheets dashed past her sight.
“Ah… This, no way.” Only then did Noah realize what they were. The floating papers, they were pages. “Found it, medium.” She lowered her gaze to the paper that first touched her cheek, and written on it was the first page of the book, the title written in bold letters.
The Master of Dragons.
The book wasn’t a mystery to her. Just before Noah died, she had chosen this book to cool her throbbing head. It was the weekend, the week before her unfortunate death, that a friend of hers, who felt pity for her, lent her the book and forced her to rest in her room. It was the very book that allowed her to breathe amidst her suffocating days.
One by one, the pages scattered. It only meant that the medium was disappearing. “I’ll have to hurry,” Noah murmured as her hand squeezed the paper. The sphere then emitted a blinding white light and quickly grew in size.
Barely moments before the light consumed them, Muell had changed into his original form. He lifted Noah over his head and fluttered his wings, flying up. The light was so intense that her vision still appeared white even though she had shut eyes tightly. The fairies shadowed them in haste and gave a warning.
[Go with the dragon. If you go in alone and the medium disappears, you can’t come back.]
She rubbed her eyes and glanced at the sphere, which had grown immensely larger, towering over her. “Muell, I’m holding on. Okay? You can’t put me down either because I didn’t put you down earlier.”
The obedient dragon bobbed its head. With one last deep breath, Noah pointed down and gave the dragon her order.
“Then, let’s go find Park Noah’s body now.”
TN: Excuse the short chapter! The next chapter will compensate for it 🙂