“Seilook!”
Shellrule and I reach the building made with Eve’s bamboo just for Seilook.
It just sort of turned out to be the second biggest building in Putaresque, apart from public facilities.
This place was made so the now much bigger Seilook doesn’t feel restricted, so it had to be made big.
I open the human sized door and enter. I can hear Seilook’s gyururu sound that it makes when it sleeps.
“It sounds like Seilook is still asleep.”
Says Shellrule very quietly. But then, instead of Seilook, Un the undead dragon flaps its wings and comes down. Un and Seilook are both dragons, so they’ve been sharing this place with no problems.
“Ah, it’s Unchan, looking cute as always! Good morning.”
The undead dragon lands on Shellrule’s outstretched hand. Shellrule then gently pats the undead dragon made of bones on its head.
I guess Shellrule also thinks the undead dragon is cute. Oh… Has the undead dragon gotten a little bigger?
“Well then. Should I go wake Seilook?”
I leave Shellrule and the undead dragon as Shellrule pets it, and climb the ladder to the place that’s like a loft where Seilook sleeps.
Seilook is fast asleep in this loft space made of bamboo joints.
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I give Seilook a specially made potion to make it feel better after bothering it while it slept, and don’t waste time showing it the scrolls with black string wrapped around them.
Seilook finishes its breakfast, and looks puzzled and tilts its head after seeing and smelling the string.
Oh? Does Seilook also have no idea what this string is all about?
I keep watching Seilook until…
“Ah, Unchan.”
The undead dragon flaps its wings and flies this way.
It stays here, hovering in front of me. It feels like it’s waiting for something, so I hold out my hand, and the undead dragon lands on its palm.
Then it starts pecking my arm, and a message is transmitted to me through our bond.
《Eat, meat. Rust, help.》
“Eh? Un? You can communicate!?”
《Little. So?》
The voice of a carnivorous little girl is transmitted to me, along with her wishes. Some parts are still unclear, compared to how Seilook transmits its thoughts, but I can tell the general idea.
Did enough time pass that it recovered enough to communicate through our bond too? That in itself is a very good thing, but…
I have mixed feelings as I look down at the undead dragon on the palm of my hand, with whom I formed a contract with.
I guess there’s no denying that I have reached a dead end when it comes to the black string. Un is telling me it will help if I give it meat from my arm. But still… Having my arm bitten again…
I take a deep breath, and look dejected as I take out a healing potion.
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