Were these developments of growing flesh and blood the miracles in Green’s memory?
No… He lowered his head, a vague feeling of something being wrong stirring in his heart, even though this scene indeed aligned with the kind of great power a “miracle” could achieve.
Only a miracle could explain the current situation.
But.
In Green’s memory, the miracle he had seen from afar should have been an intertwining of gold and white, more beautiful and more breathtaking.
It had left an image in his mind that remained clear to this day.
However, the fortunate thing now was that he was saved. Was meeting that person under Mercury Street also something Albecco wanted? Did she know the Old King here would be resurrected?
Looking at it this way, Albecco seemed a bit unusual.
In principle, such an incredible ability that felt like foresight would easily make one think of a prophet similar to a Saint.
But the prophet of this era was not Albecco.
Green was also certain that even the King of the Land Kingdom would not know about the various happenings of the underground kingdom of the past.
In Green’s previous life, he had become the nominal Regent of the Land Kingdom. By that time, the hollow of the Royal City had already collapsed, and the records left behind contained no mention of the Old King he had just seen, only ruins.
It was Shirbell who had told him personally that what saved the Royal City was a miracle.
The Old King’s words were also corroborating those claims.
How did Albecco know all this?
This was hidden in the depths of Green’s heart as a point of suspicion.
Green walked into the great hall. It was empty, containing only old architecture and patterns, while the roars of the dragon and the sounds of battle echoed continuously from outside.
It seemed the Old King was already fighting the dragon.
Just in time, Green also felt his body beginning to grow weak, as if something needed his flesh and blood to gestate.
The surroundings here were still safe.
—
When Green opened his eyes again, he found two people standing before him: Dolores and Veserian.
That is, the Princess and her purple-haired maid.
“…Why are you here.”
Green stood up and touched his face, finding that the uncleaned dragon blood had scabbed over. He picked it off and put it into a bottle.
“After you went down, a person claiming to be the King of Soukran appeared and chased the dragon, beating it all the way. There was also a Skeleton Knight who told me you were down here.”
“The Skeleton Knight said that although they are all resurrected from the dead, those with clear consciousness like them are a minority after all. They are willing to help us living beings kill monsters and maintain order.”
“But he also said that a large number of mindless monsters and deceased still wander below and on the surface. You are not safe here.”
Dolores spoke, looking at Green with a complex expression. She and her maid had actually found him half an hour ago.
During that time, she hadn’t made any moves.
It wasn’t that she didn’t want to, but that she couldn’t.
She had thought about taking this opportunity to try and make a move against Green, but she simply couldn’t bring herself to do it.
It stayed that way until he woke up.
Upon waking, Green remembered Albecco’s various abnormalities and asked about her whereabouts.
“She said she still had some things to do, so she wouldn’t come down with us…”
With the current situation outside being so unclear and danger being everywhere, the fact that Albecco would go off alone—and dared to do so—meant that just as Green thought, she was not simple at all.
These were not at all the actions of someone who claimed to be a “college student from the University of Urgrich.”
Green nodded and gave a reply.
“How does your body feel?”
Dolores asked casually and received a reply that he was fine.
Then the maid stepped forward and spoke to Green about the matter of bathing in dragon blood. To put it bluntly, he should not expose it for now to avoid attracting danger.
Green listened for a moment and understood her meaning. It was very reasonable.
However, the surprising thing was her attitude toward him; it wasn’t as bad as before.
After a bit of teasing, he received her answer:
“I did indeed dislike you before because you were both frivolous and weak. However, I admire your actions. At the same time, after bathing in dragon blood, your strength is sufficient to earn my recognition.”
Veserian spoke without evasion, but added a supplement afterward.
“But if you intend to do anything against the Princess’s will, I will still stop you.”
Whether it was the improvement in strength that brought about the change, or those actions that seemed like a heroic sacrifice—none of that mattered. Not only had Green completed the task, but he had also won the favor of Dolores and Veserian.
Green had originally thought that, given Dolores’s personality, she should come forward at this time to comfort him and say some consoling words he was already used to, yet felt nostalgic and attached to.
He had done it in response to Dolores’s plea.
Because of that, he was injured and took risks.
Given Dolores’s personality, she would definitely not ignore this. Perhaps just one plotline akin to a knight’s tale would be enough to move the heart of a young girl.
But.
After he woke up, Dolores seemed to have been trying to avoid looking at him for no apparent reason.
This instead piqued Green’s curiosity.
To be honest, many times Dolores did not follow the impression Green had of her, which led to him no longer feeling confused by it.
Instead, he was somewhat curious about what other cute reactions she could make.
Thus, Green took off his upper garment, showing Dolores the wounds and blood scabs on his body, and spoke:
“When I was being chased by the dragon underground, there were mindless monsters everywhere in the passages. It was inevitable to get injured during a hasty escape.”
Dolores glanced at Green’s body. Calling it just “injured” was an understatement; some of the wounds were several centimeters deep, feeling as though they could have reached his internal organs if they were any deeper. There were also scabs left behind by the dried dragon blood, which felt like they would tear away strips of flesh if peeled off.
It could be said that currently, Green’s entire person was in a state of being drenched in blood, making it difficult to distinguish between his own blood and the dragon blood from his bath.
But in fact, it didn’t feel horrifying.
Because Dolores knew why he was injured and why he had become this blood-drenched mess.
This would only make one feel moved, as well as pity and respect.
This undoubtedly fit Dolores’s sense of romance and was something she could acknowledge.
So obviously, her perception of Green improved by a notch.
[Dolores Favorability +4]
Green was stunned for a moment. After observing for a good while, it actually didn’t drop. Eh? So her favorability doesn’t always act like an elevator?
Immediately after, Green continued to add:
“Even though it was somewhat dangerous, I successfully lured the dragon away from the palace. I expect that King can drive the dragon away next, and the King’s side will have the spare capacity to invest in maintaining order.”
“In that case, the Royal City should suffer significantly fewer deaths. Do I count as having finished your task? Princess.”
It was clearly noticeable that Green’s words had a purpose, feigning a pitiful appearance and tone to win someone’s pity and favor.
However, for Dolores, there was no way to refute or ignore it.
Even if she knew he was teasing and trying to hook her favor.
But the body covered in wounds did not lie.
The things that had already been done would not become false.
“Yes… you did very well.”
She could not deny the value of what Green had done.
She even felt a bit guilty.
Because she felt that if the roles were reversed, she probably couldn’t have done what he did.
“Princess, you seem to have been trying to avoid looking at me. Why is that? Is it because the scars on my body are too ugly?”
Green followed up with a direct question.
He knew that Dolores would definitely not think that way, which was exactly why he asked it.