Miss Surtr will ignite the world

"You don't want to bring it? But your head is down."

Looking at the giant dragon that had lowered its head on its own initiative, Surtr revealed a wicked smile.

Miss Long's body trembled.

The body reacted faster than the mouth.

What's going on? When did her body become so obedient? Is it because of those flames? Those flames have corrupted her body, forcing her to obey their commands.

How despicable!

Of course, Surtr definitely didn't do anything to her; it's just that this cowardly dragon was too timid.

"Don't be too resistant. This thing isn't just any ordinary rope. It can enhance your abilities, probably."

To be honest, Surtr wasn't sure if this thing would work on dragons, but it was an A-rank item, so it should be useful.

Surtr leaped onto Miss Dragon's head and put the rope around her mouth.

She didn't need to do much, since it was a Noble Phantasm and automatically wrapped itself into the most suitable shape.

Miss Long shed tears of humiliation.

He made a silent vow in his heart.

The suffering we endure today will be repaid a hundredfold in the future.

I'll tolerate you for now.

Ignoring the complex emotions of Miss Dragon beneath her feet, Surtr tightened her grip on the reins. Through the rope in her hand, she inexplicably had the illusion that she and Miss Dragon shared a telepathic connection.

Is it the effect of the Noble Phantasm?

"It feels disgusting."

Miss Long accidentally blurted out her true feelings.

It seems the other party has sensed it too.

With a light tap of his foot, Surtr accidentally crushed the dragon scales on the guy's head that had just been repaired.

Yeah, by accident.

Awoo.

A mournful roar came from its throat.

With someone who could crush her forehead at any moment riding on her head, Miss Long felt that her life as a dragon was pretty much over.

He ignored Miss Long, who was secretly heartbroken.

Surtr channeled magic into the reins, activating her Noble Phantasm.

Golden light emanated from the rope, and it was visible to the naked eye that Miss Long's injuries were healing much faster. Her listless aura began to rise, gradually returning to its original level, and even subtly surpassing it.

Considering the body was already severely injured, this result is already quite good.

A warm, comfortable sensation flowed into her body, causing Miss Long to involuntarily let out a dragon's roar.

"Awoo!"

Suddenly, I realized that being put on a leash wasn't so bad after all.

The moment this thought crossed Miss Long's mind, her thoughts froze.

She actually abandoned her dignity for such a small favor. When did her spirit become so fragile? That guy must have secretly used some tricks on her.

That's what turned her into such a ruthless dragon.

She remembered this grudge.

Unaware that he had incurred another wrath, Surtr felt the power emanating from the Noble Phantasm.

This Noble Phantasm is effective against dragons.

The increase wasn't too large, it went from about 100 to about 120.

No matter how pathetic this guy under my feet is, he's still a dragon. His innate stats are what they are, so it's more accurate to say that he's been able to improve this much than expected.

This Noble Phantasm is even more powerful than I imagined.

Perhaps it's because the guy under my feet is relatively weak?

She had seen other dragon species in her memory, and the one under her feet was actually quite strong among the many dragon species, but it was still somewhat inferior to a dragon with a great reputation like Fafnir.

After all, in a place like Greece, a guy with such a regular, well-proportioned appearance couldn't be considered particularly outstanding.

Hopefully, this guy will perform well when we play Holy Lance Match-Up.

Miss Long has become her dragon at her feet. Surtr raised his hand and waved to the four people in the distance.

"Go, go to Medea and the others."

She casually flicked the reins; she had no idea how to ride, but with her translator's attire, she could speak directly with it and issue commands.

The surrounding area had been transformed into a lava lake by the clash of their respective Noble Phantasms, making it clearly inappropriate for them to come over.

"Oh."

She replied listlessly, feeling hopeless about becoming a dragon, and slowly crawled through the lava with her claws.

"By the way, I'm Surtr, do you have a name?"

Next, we'll discuss our partnership, which involves working side-by-side. Let me first explain that.

Although the other party is called the Sleepless Dragon in legends, it sounds more like a code name than a real name, and calling it that sounds rather strange.

"No, dragons don't have names; they're all given names by humans."

"Really? Then you don't mind if I help you come up with one."

"No, no!"

Miss Long suddenly shuddered.

Choosing a name? Is it a way to permanently brand the other person onto yourself?

What a vicious fellow.

Fortunately, she saw through it beforehand.

"In that case, why don't you come up with one yourself? Having a name will make things much easier."

Surtr didn't care about such things at all.

And if she were to choose a name, she would probably only pick something like Little Red.

She hopes the other person can choose a simple name; she won't be able to remember a complicated one.

She was not good at either choosing a name or remembering names.

"Then let's call it..."

Miss Long pondered for a moment, then her eyes lit up and she said.

"Talulah."

In the language of dragons, this is a name full of resistance, symbolizing Miss Dragon's unwavering will to never give up.

"Are you sure?"

Surtr blinked. What kind of dream collaboration is this?

"of course."

Talulah spoke with certainty, feeling more and more that it was a name that suited her perfectly.

"OK then."

Since the other party thought it was suitable, Surtr didn't hesitate any longer.

From a purely racial perspective, the two dragons are indeed not that different, but it just sounds a bit strange.

But the thought of riding on the other side and yelling "Tarua, fire-breathing!" sounds pretty fun.

"By the way, can you turn into a human form?"

Surtr asked with some anticipation.

Dragon Girl, just thinking about it is exciting, right?

"No, no dragon can ever become human."

Talulah spoke with disdain.

Even if it were possible, there would be no need to deliberately become a creature much weaker than oneself.

"Really?"

Surtr did not give up.

"It really won't work."

pity!

Surtr's face showed an expression as if she had lost a billion dollars. If she could, she would rather the other party be ten times weaker than not get a dragon girl in return.

Although I've already said it before, I'll say it again.

pity!

fsn: Chapter Fifty-Five - Walking the Dog

The mirror space wasn't very large, only covering Ryudouji Temple and a part of the surrounding area. Even though Talulah was being lazy, she quickly arrived in front of the four of them.

"Master, congratulations."

Medea offered her congratulations, but took two steps back, her gaze beneath her black robes fixed on Talulah, her expression tense.

There are still some grudges between this man and the dragon.

The Argonauts were able to obtain the Golden Fleece under Talulah's guard thanks to Medea's concoction that put her to sleep, giving the Argonauts the opportunity to take advantage of the situation.

Medea had no idea how the dragon in front of her really felt about her.

With Surtr around, she was certainly safe, but a frail mage was still a little apprehensive when facing a dragon, a creature that was almost immune to magic.

"Yes, this girl's name is Talulah, and she will assist us in the upcoming Holy Grail War."

After jumping off the other person's head, Surtr introduced himself to the group.

"They are all my companions. If you have any grudges, just keep them to yourself."

Surtr reminded him.

"I know."

Talulah nodded. Did she look like some ungrateful dragon?

"In fact, I should thank her. That damned guard job wasn't done by Long at all. He worked tirelessly for a hundred years, a hundred years! If it weren't for those bandits, I might have stayed even longer."

He exhaled two breaths of magical white mist from his nostrils, his breath ruffling the hems of everyone's clothes, and his tone sounded indignant.

"That sounds rather pitiful, but don't you not need to sleep?"

"It's not so bad that I don't have to sleep! That godforsaken place is all trees, and after all these decades, all I've seen are small, mentally challenged animals!"

"And do you know how painful it is to make a dragon guard treasure that doesn't belong to it! Nothing is more torturous for a dragon than this!"

"If it weren't for that brain-dead Zhan, cough cough, I would have quit long ago!"

Talulah became agitated, waving her claws wildly in the air and pouring out her grievances to Surtr. The gust of wind she exhaled made even the lightest Ilya take several steps back.

"Surtr, what happened to her?"

"Tug at Surtr's skirt," Ilya asked.

"She was just thinking about some sad things, but don't worry, she's still very obedient."

Surtr patted Ilya's head and looked at Talulah with a hint of pity in his eyes. Letting a dragon guard the treasure was no less than letting a mouse guard the cheese. If she didn't sneak some, it would be against her dragon status.

It's a good thing this guy could hold back.

"Alright, it's all in the past, stop acting crazy. Let's leave now."

Surtr clapped his hands; the matter was over, and there was no need to stay any longer.

"clear."