It seemed my current mana wasn't enough to keep the artifact active for long.
It was at that moment that I realized something was off.
I was wounded and had just woken up — so why wasn't anyone here to visit me? Not even a maid was around. My expression hardened.
'Something's wrong with this atmosphere…'
As soon as the thought crossed my mind, the space in front of me twisted — and a woman suddenly appeared, seated beside my bed.
Her hair was silver, cascading down past her waist. Her ears were long and pointed, much like those of an elf. Her body was breathtakingly sensual, and her crimson eyes stared straight into mine. She had a beautiful face with elegantly curved brows and a tiny black beauty mark beneath her left eye — not a flaw, but a mark that only enhanced her seductive charm.
An aura of pride and absolute confidence radiated from her entire being. It wasn't something she cultivated — it was something she was born with.
Name: Velzard Bahamut
Gender: Female
Age: 400
Race: Dragon
Talent: 9/10
Power: Low-Stage Demi-Goddess
Title: Dragon Empress, Empress of Miracles
Affection: 0%… 40%… –60%… 1%$^# (Affection level cannot be identified)
Description: Since awakening her dragon bloodline, Velzard has always felt something missing — a barrier that prevents her from loving her husband completely. Today, she has come to eliminate that feeling once and for all.
Difficulty: Unknown (because you may not live to see the end)
'Shit… I'm going to die.'
Looking at the woman before me, my body turned cold. I knew my ancestor had once managed to seduce a dragon, but I never imagined the descendant of that dragon would be the Dragon Empress herself!
Judging by the aura she radiated, she was here to kill me. My brain immediately began searching for a way out. I needed information — fast.
From what I could tell, this woman was nothing like Queen Mikasa. Velzard could resist the ancestral contract spell, maybe even fight against it entirely.
And the fact that she only appeared after I awakened my bloodline proved the change was directly triggered by my awakening.
My mind raced for a solution. I had no intention of dying here and rotting in hell. Then, I caught a fleeting, complicated emotion flash across her face — and a plan slowly formed in my mind.
I sighed and put on a calm, blank expression.
"So… you're here to kill me, huh?"
The moment those words left my lips, I noticed her emotions grow unstable.
'I was right!'
It seemed Velzard didn't truly want to kill me. Dragons were creatures that lived by strict codes. As long as one didn't offend them, they would not harm others.
Because of their immense power, they often looked upon other races with protective arrogance, the way adults view children. Unless provoked, dragons tended to be surprisingly gentle.
Velzard knew the problem stemmed from her bloodline's ancestral contract — and that I was merely the unlucky inheritor of it. It wasn't my fault; it was his.
Of course, she couldn't just kill me outright. But she would certainly try anything to free herself from that bond.
After my statement, Velzard finally spoke.
"Boy, I don't know your name. But I know this isn't your fault.
Still… I must remove you from this world. Do you have anything to say?"
The more she spoke, the more confident I became in my plan. Suppressing the excitement bubbling inside me, I answered:
"I don't know who you are either, but I do know you're connected to my bloodline.
You don't have to kill me to remove the feelings you're experiencing. I can erase them for you."
Velzard frowned, clearly deep in thought. She wasn't foolish enough to take my words at face value.
While she pondered, I slowly raised my hand and placed it over my chest. Then, I swore an oath.
"I swear upon the name of Megicula, the Creator Goddess, that I have a way to solve this problem for you."
Her eyes widened slightly at my words. Swearing upon Megicula's name was no small matter — breaking such an oath would shatter one's soul completely.
Seeing her nod, I exhaled in relief. She then asked:
"What must I do?"
"This issue stems from a contract spell woven into your bloodline. I only need to touch your forehead to remove it."
Velzard nodded and approached me. As she drew closer, a crushing pressure bore down on me — but just as quickly, it vanished.
She was shocked to see me unaffected. No human had ever moved freely within a dragon's domain before. But she set aside her surprise and focused on the task at hand.
When Velzard was close enough, I raised my hand and placed it gently against her forehead. I could feel the contract spell buried deep within her bloodline, currently suppressed by her overwhelming power.
Yes, I could remove it…
But that wasn't my goal.
Slowly, I activated my own bloodline and sent a trickle of mana into Velzard's body. The contract spell she had been suppressing suddenly surged with newfound strength — and began to fight back against her.
At the same moment, I activated the Disparaître artifact and vanished from sight. Velzard's hand lashed out in an attempt to kill me — but her attack missed.
From the safety of my bed, I watched her fall to her knees, struggling desperately against the strengthening contract.
Seeing a dragon kneeling before me stirred a strange satisfaction deep in my chest. And knowing that this woman was the wife of one of the most powerful men in the world only fueled my ego further.
After rolling on the ground for nearly a minute, Velzard finally stilled and rose to her feet. The confusion in her eyes faded — replaced by clarity.
Name: Velzard Bahamut
Affection: 135%
It seemed I had successfully reinforced the contract spell.
As I deactivated my artifact and reappeared, Velzard's calm eyes sparkled like starlight the moment she saw me.
Suddenly, I felt a powerful pull — and before I knew it, I was sitting on her lap.
I steadied myself and turned my gaze toward hers.
The hatred that once burned in those crimson eyes was gone.
Now, they held nothing but love.