Chapter 111 [Fairy Tale] He Has a Little Gray Wolf (36)

As said, “As, use this medicine to cover your mouth and nose; the effect will be a bit better.”

As and Laid both covered their mouths and noses with herbs. Indeed, the air smelled much more pleasant.

The other knights were all purifying the air around them with magic.

“Hey? Laid, you can use magic too. Why not?”

As tilted his head, thinking. The first time he met Laid, it was Laid who healed his wound with magic. And when being pursued by Harris, Laid used magic to take him away.

Knights who can teleport with magic should have abundant mana.

Moreover, most knights in Red Hat Town wear red cloaks, yet As had never seen Laid in one.

Furthermore, Harris's attitude toward Laid had always been hostile. If Laid were a knight, Harris would not behave that way.

But Laid clearly knew magic; why wasn't he a knight?

As looked at Laid with suspicion. The boy lowered his head.

“That... that is not magic.”

Not magic?

As saw Laid's pained expression and wisely decided not to ask further.

Although saying so, Laid saw the smoke beside As and couldn't help but secretly purify it with magic.

This time, half of the flame in his palm was already black.

The power of darkness grew stronger with each use of dark magic.

Until the flame truly turned black, Laid would become a true dark sorcerer.

The dark magic feared and loathed by the entire continent.

Laid bit his lower lip, and the hand that released the flame trembled slightly.

A flash of inferiority and unwillingness crossed the boy's eyes.

Why had to be dark magic?

Laid despised his own magic.

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The forest's mist was too thick, the knights who entered had long since dispersed.

As kept a tight grip on Laid's hand, fearing they would get separated.

A loud, mournful cry suddenly came from ahead.

As pulled Laid forward a few steps, then crouched behind a fallen dead tree.

There stood the evil dragon.

Its red body was sunk into the vast swamp.

It moaned occasionally and spat red flames from its mouth.

As gazed at the swamp; mist obscured the view, but the swamp's color was clearly red.

Could the dragon's body have dyed it?

That was impossible; a dragon's body wouldn't shed color.

“Laid, do you think the swamp is red?”

As leaned in close to Laid's ear, whispering softly lest he be heard by the dragon.

Though knowing the danger, when As's breath reached Laid's ear, the boy's cheeks flushed red, his heart racing uncontrollably faster.

“It seems... it is red.”

As pursed his lips, looking solemn.

Not only them, the other knights soon arrived.

“The dragon! We found you! Come and die!”

A knight shouted.

He had barely finished when his companion slapped his head hard. “Are you an idiot? Can't you speak quieter? What if you wake the dragon? Our knights are numerous, but slaying a dragon is no easy task!”

The man's loud voice roused the red dragon, half-lidded and prone in the swamp.

The dragon opened its mouth, and a torrent of red, scorching flames erupted.

Burning a group of knights to ashes in an instant.

(This chapter ends)