For Theresa, interacting with Fafnir was quite simply the most difficult communication she had ever encountered in her entire life. It was even far more difficult than communicating with her own foolish brother, because Fafnir simply did not interact with her at all!
After this child ate the things she had brought over, she merely uttered a single thank you. Following that, if Theresa tried to engage in a few sentences of awkward small talk, the other party would still politely reply with a word or two; otherwise, she dedicated herself entirely to battling that sheep's leg, completely ignoring her.
Out of five whole sheep, Theresa and Jeanne were left with only half a rack of ribs. Everything else was completely stuffed into the stomach of this child who didn't look very big, and judging by her expression, Theresa guessed that she wasn't even full yet!
This child ate from daytime all the way until it grew dark. Beside her, Jeanne—who was already questioning her own life choices from cooking so much—stared powerlessly up at the sky, as if catching a glimpse of a future where she would have to cook for Fafnir every single day.
In reality, Fafnir was fully capable of utilizing the considerable amount of Originium contained within the air to replenish her own mana. At the very least, maintaining her usual daily life through this method wasn't a difficult matter at all, and Jeanne herself knew how to use this technique as well.
However, perhaps due to the fact that she had only just awakened today, the current Fafnir had not yet learned this ability. Therefore, this child still required her to hand-feed her for a period of time, a reality to which Jeanne could only resign herself!
No matter how one looked at it, this was still a dragon she had summoned herself. No matter how much she could eat, she still bore the responsibility of keeping this child fed and full; this was a mandatory duty that a summoner—a parent—had to fulfill, was it not?
Jeanne sat there watching Fafnir, who was currently inhaling her food with immense effort. This child also seemed to have realized that the efficiency of eating at this current pace wasn't very considerable, and she was starting to learn how to acquire sufficient energy more rapidly.
Only at this moment did Jeanne have the spare energy to notice Theresa, who was intently observing Fafnir. Come to think of it, the other party had been sitting here for quite a while now, yet Fafnir unexpectedly didn't harbor much hostility toward this Demon King anymore.
This thoroughly piqued Jeanne's curiosity. After all, based on what little she had come to understand about Fafnir over this short duration, if an ordinary person sat beside her for this long, this little guy really would bite them!
Yet, despite Theresa sitting here for such a long time, Fafnir actually just ignored this person? Jeanne couldn't help but wonder if this Demon King had employed some kind of spell, granting her an epic-level boost in affinity with Fafnir.
Jeanne didn't bottle up her curiosity inside her heart either; using a tone that wasn't particularly concerned, she very directly voiced her question to Theresa.
In truth, Jeanne herself really didn't care all that much about this matter. This wasn't merely as simple as her trusting that Theresa wouldn't resort to underhanded tricks; it was also because she trusted the unbreakable bond between herself and Fafnir.
Her relationship with Fafnir would absolutely be the closest. On this point, it wouldn't matter even if Theresa possessed soul arts—even if her soul arts truly could influence Fafnir, it still wouldn't work!
Furthermore, the likelihood of Theresa's arts being able to affect a creature with such immense magic resistance... was basically zero.
If Theresa possessed the ability to influence a creature with such strong magical resistance, she wouldn't have been suppressed and beaten by Theresis to this extent.
"There is nothing particularly special about it; it is merely because I possess some achievements regarding the soul."
Upon hearing Jeanne's curious inquiry, Theresa appeared to have absolutely zero intention of hiding anything from Jeanne—the guardian. Instead, she very candidly spoke about this matter with Jeanne.
"All I can do is use my own soul to convey a message to this child, which is that I have no intention of harming her, nor do I possess the power capable of harming her, and so forth."
Theresa didn't feel at all humiliated by showing weakness to a child who appeared to be only five or six years old, and her expression also told Jeanne that she was speaking the absolute truth.
Jeanne quickly understood what Theresa meant. It was just like how a creature in a subordinate position would expose its belly to show submission to other creatures; Theresa was showing weakness to this little guy on a mental level.
Regrettably, because this was merely a showing of weakness on the spiritual plane, Jeanne wasn't able to witness an action like her exposing her belly or similar areas to Fafnir.
But how could Jeanne care about such unprincipled thoughts? Jeanne firmly believed that during this recent period, she must have been infected by that thoroughly unprincipled Doctor! It absolutely had to be that!
Come to think of it, Theresa's personality was truly far too gentle. Especially considering that she belonged to the Sarkaz race—which was inherently a bit violent—this was truly exceptionally rare!
Because the more powerful a person's strength was, the greater the arrogance within their heart would be. That very arrogance would make them feel that they were losing an immense amount of face when showing weakness, causing them to deny everything as much as possible to preserve their dignity!
An occurrence like this was also an exceptionally common phenomenon among those who occupied high positions. After all, forcing a person of noble status to lower their head was a very difficult thing to achieve, particularly when the other party didn't pose an immediate threat to them.
Yet a person like Theresa, who was both a powerful individual and a figure of noble status, could sit here without worrying about causing gossip among those who witnessed this situation. This made it entirely visible that her character was truly extraordinary.
She wondered, was this something nurtured and taught by Kal'tsit?
"However, it truly is miraculous. Such a massive... dragon? Is that how it is said? I heard Kal'tsit and the Doctor refer to it that way. But how on earth was this achieved?"
Theresa looked at the current tiny little guy, and then recalled that terrifying silhouette from earlier today that had left even herself a bit suffocated. She instantly felt that the world truly was far too wonderful!
As a person whose innate curiosity toward unknown matters was originally overflowing, Theresa felt that ever since she met Jeanne, this person was covered from head to toe in mystery—the kind of mystery that heavily attracted her.
And now, an even more mysterious Great Dragon had appeared. As a Demon King with exceptionally vibrant curiosity, she felt that even a single strand of this child's hair was fascinating. However, at present, Theresa didn't attempt to get overly intimate or anything of the sort.
Jeanne naturally discerned Theresa's curiosity. How had she not noticed before that Theresa was so intensely curious about unknown things?
"About this, it should involve Fafnir's innate abilities. Just like how Dracos also possess all sorts of wondrous abilities, right? You can just understand it in that manner."
Jeanne thought about it and provided a very simple explanation. Upon hearing this rationale, Theresa also nodded. An innate ability born with the body?
She was also familiar with the Draco race; basically every single Draco possessed very peculiar abilities, and the manifestation of these abilities was usually fire.
Speaking of fire, Theresa recalled that back then, Fafnir also seemed to have intended to eject something from her mouth? Thinking about it now, it should have been some kind of flame, right?
Following that, Theresa inquired: "By the way, do you know to what extent destruction would have been caused if Fafnir had truly unleashed those flames back then?"
When Theresa asked, her tone made it seem as though she hadn't given a single thought to the fact that she herself had been standing right within that potentially affected range earlier, as if she were merely inquiring about an insignificant matter.
"To what extent?" Jeanne glanced at this large-hearted Demon King. The other party's face didn't bear a single trace of an expression indicating that she had almost been killed back then; she couldn't tell whether the woman simply didn't dwell on the matter or was just naturally thick-skinned.
"I am not entirely clear on the specific range, but reducing this entire camp and the area within one thousand meters outside the camp into a completely dead land was definitely achievable."
Jeanne uttered such a terrifying sentence in a relatively relaxed tone. However, she wasn't using this to frighten Theresa or anything; this was indeed the range she had previously estimated.
Fafnir's condition back then had been highly unstable. At that moment, this child was likely a bit panicked due to her sudden descent into this world, and that single strike would have basically exhausted all of the remaining mana inside Fafnir's body.
Originally, this mana was intended for growing her body. Yes, this mana still existed within Fafnir's frame right now, continuously causing the frame of Fafnir's true body to keep growing.
Upon hearing Jeanne speak in this manner, it was unclear whether Theresa had anticipated that a single strike would actually be so terrifying. She merely stared at Fafnir for a long time without speaking a word.
Similarly maintaining a complete silence because of Fafnir was the Doctor. Ever since she returned, she had locked herself inside a room and hadn't stepped out since, looking as though she was currently plotting something.