Those small fangs sink deep into my arm.
Shellrule is holding the undead dragon, and it has its neck stretched and its mouth in my arm.
It hurts how those fangs slowly rip meat from my arm, but then the undead dragon really digs in with its fangs, and twists its neck back, ripping meat away from my arm.
“…!”
I hear indescribable sounds as it crunches down on the meat, and I quickly pour potion on my arm.
That thing really ripped it all at once… Good grief…
“M-master Rust!”
I hear Shellrule’s surprised voice, and I turn to her after checking that the potion is putting the meat that was taken away back to normal.
“What’s wrong, Shellrule?”
“Unchan recovered a little bit!!”
A very small girl is standing on Shellrule’s hand.
“Unchan? Eh? It’s back in its human shape? But wait, it’s like that small person. What is the meaning of this…?”
“Obviously, it is all thanks to the meat from the contractor. Well, that and time has passed since I was killed, and the sealing power has weakened a little. But more importantly, I did not expect it to be so fulfilling even in my dragon form. Your meat really is something.
How about we celebrate my return to this human form with another bite…”
“No way.”
I pinch the head of the undead dragon and close its mouth, as it stretches its head over here with its mouth open again.
It’s easy when it’s this small.
“Noh…! You’re such a mean contractor!”
Then I ask a question while looking down at the undead dragon as it flails. I’m putting in quite a bit of pressure, but I don’t seem to be holding it back at all.
“Ah. I’m interested in that sealing power too, but first, pay me back for my arm. What do you know about this black string?”
“Nothing really.”
“Eh!?”
Yells Shellrule. Yes, same here.
“Un…”
“Now now, do not pop a vein in your head. I don’t know about that string, but there is a way I can help you!”
I’m glaring at it.
“Really. Poke your head in here as well, Seilook.”
Seilook stretches its neck towards Shellrule’s hand, where the undead dragon is, and the undead dragon jumps onto Seilook’s head.
“Yes yes, there.”
It’s giving instructions of some sort to Seilook.
“Yes, there is good. Are you also prepared?”
The undead dragon nods from Seilook’s head. There is a scroll wrapped in black string in front of them.
And then, the undead dragon holds its hands up high, and its body is enveloped in a white light.
Ancestral magic!?
The bright light makes me squint, but I’m careful not to miss it.
The light covering the girl the size of a doll then spreads and starts covering Seilook.
“Now.”
Says the undead dragon, and Seilook touches the black string covered scroll with its mouth.
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