Chapter 13: The Dragon Slayer’s Awakening

Eileen Calibot seemed to be having a dream.

A great war raged between the Dragonkind and the Empire. Its devastating aftermath obliterated his home, tearing away his family and friends.

Strangely, a barrier materialized before him, shielding him and the few survivors behind him.

Yet, those survivors deemed the boy a monster, shunning him.

It was then that the Empire embraced him, offering shelter and rigorous training.

They instilled in him the belief that the cursed Dragonkind were responsible for all his suffering.

Driven by a thirst for vengeance and a desire to repay his saviors, the boy dedicated himself day and night.

He studied relentlessly, trained without cease, until his swordsmanship became unparalleled, allowing him to effortlessly defeat even the mightiest of dragons.

The techniques wielded by that boy were almost identical to her own. The sole distinction lay in his left-handed grip on the sword, whereas she preferred to fight with her tail.

Until, that is, he single-handedly vanquished a Dragon King-level dragon.

This feat instantly crowned him the Empire’s youngest S-rank Dragon Slayer in history, and the dwarves bestowed upon him the holy sword, Durandal.

Later, he received an order: if he could slay Faltis Calibot, he would formally join the imperial family and gain priority succession rights to the Empire.

The boy held no interest in such matters; his sole focus remained on revenge and gratitude.

But then…

The spirited Dragon Slayer arrived at the Golden Dragon Temple, only to be ambushed by his own companions.

Despite fighting with all his might, slaying a Dragon King-level dragon, he ultimately fell at the hands of the Empire’s greatest adversary: the Calamity-rank Dragonkind, Faltis Calibot.

Faltis removed her black helmet, and a silver figure appeared before Eileen.

Eileen froze.

It was as if she were staring into a mirror.

She lowered her head and raised her hand, only to discover she was clad in that very black armor, cradled in Faltis’s arms, finally hearing the words she had missed while unconscious.

“A commendable gaze. I wonder, will the strongest Dragon Slayer still wear such an expression when they become my servant?”

She abruptly opened her eyes, drenched in a cold sweat.

She recalled Faltis’s words to her yesterday in the bath.

‘So… she hadn’t lied to me.’

‘So, I truly am that defeated Dragon Slayer.’

‘She must have used some method to transform me into this, erasing my memories in the process.’

Anger, humiliation, and indignation surged through her all at once.

Eileen clenched her fists, gazing at Faltis, who lay soundly asleep beside her.

‘This is a golden opportunity, a perfect chance to kill her!’

Yet, her fury did not entirely cloud Eileen’s judgment.

She calmly considered her situation. Her holy sword was currently missing, and without her weapon, her strength would be drastically diminished.

Moreover, she now thoroughly understood the layout of the Golden Dragon Temple. If she could relay this information, it would deliver a devastating blow to the Golden Dragon.

Eileen took a deep breath, ultimately lowering her hand.

She had recovered her memories, not lost them. Over the past five years they had spent together, she had come to deeply understand Faltis’s terrifying power.

Even a sneak attack now would stand no chance against Faltis.

Eileen had to endure. At least, not until she found her weapon, Durandal. At least, not until she could transmit the intelligence she possessed.

She could not confront Faltis just yet.

As if adding insult to injury, Faltis now opened her eyes.

“What’s wrong, Faltis… my lady!” Eileen practically gnashed her teeth as she uttered the last two words.

“It seems a little ‘exercise’ is necessary to sleep soundly. Don’t you agree?” Faltis watched Eileen, a faint smile playing on her lips.

Eileen parted her lips, but in the end, she merely nodded, her body trembling slightly.

The next second, Eileen found herself pressed onto the bed by Faltis, who reached out to unfasten her clothes.

Eileen’s hand shot out, grasping Faltis’s wrist.

“What’s the matter, Eileen?” Faltis inquired.

“N-nothing.” Eileen felt as though her molars were about to shatter.

‘Endure! I must endure now! Every humiliation I’ve suffered during this time, I will repay a hundredfold!’

She felt a chilling touch on her chest, followed by a gentle bite.

Faltis proceeded slowly, deliberately. She had traversed peaks and plunged into valleys, her touch tracing every inch of Eileen’s skin as if to peel back the layers of her soul.

Burying her face in Eileen’s chest, she murmured, “Today, it’s the original flavor.”

Eileen closed her eyes, unwilling to witness any of it. Unconsciously, a single tear slipped from the corner of her eye.

The sky began to lighten.

Eileen sat disoriented in the corner, feeling a profound sense of helplessness and despair. Every inch of her skin bore Faltis’s mark.

Faltis still lay on the bed, a single, thin outer garment draped over her, appearing pitiable, fragile, and vulnerable.

Yet, Eileen remembered every part of Faltis’s body vividly. She knew precisely how wicked this damned evil dragon’s body truly was.

“What’s wrong, Eileen? Was that not enough?” The languid voice was utterly captivating.

Though Faltis made no deliberate seductive movements, her very presence was incredibly alluring.

“Do you want more?” Faltis pressed further.

Eileen instinctively wanted to nod. Despite her strong mental resistance, the physical pleasure almost made her succumb.

‘No! Absolutely not!’

Eileen had never experienced such feelings before. It had to be because Faltis had used some strange magic to transform her, causing these peculiar thoughts towards her.

“No, thank you, Lady Faltis. If this continues, I won’t be able to prepare your breakfast,” Eileen managed to steady her emotions.

However, to Faltis, Eileen’s facade was riddled with flaws. How could a loyal little maid refuse her mistress’s request?

Still, this was precisely what Faltis desired. A rebellious little maid needed a bit of discipline, a touch of corruption, and time to slowly realize she could no longer live without her mistress.

“Oh?” Faltis sat up, her robe strap slowly sliding from her shoulder. “Breakfast? Isn’t what’s before me enough?”

She extended her tongue, licking Eileen’s cheek, causing Eileen’s entire body to tremble, yet she forced herself to maintain a smile.

Fortunately, Faltis did not continue. She pulled up her slipping robe strap, stretched languidly, and a faint pink flush appeared on her thin nightgown, presenting the boundless beauty of her chest directly before Eileen.

Every movement was filled with temptation, and also with danger.

Eileen wanted to look away, but she had forgotten to turn off her enemy-detection ability.