Chương 4: The Dragon with One Body and Two Souls

Don't be shy, darling~ Wear me now, let's become one!

I can't wait to wrap my head in your arms!

Hey Hey hey!

Take it easy!

As a bard, I'm hoping to write a book about my experiences and publish it someday. Your approach will prevent it from passing censorship!

Richard's lips twitched, and after hesitating for a moment, he put on the bronze guard helmet.

There was no other way; he needed to cultivate the other person's favorability.

Whew, relax, it's just a regular helmet...

Oh my god!

... Okay, let me correct you, this is a helmet with a serious problem.

Although he was internally ranting and raving, Richard's mouth still went into praise mode.

"Ahem, hello. Although it may be presumptuous, I still want to say that you are the best helmet I've ever worn—sturdy, reliable, and incredibly majestic..."

Oh, darling, you have such a beautiful voice...

"I'm just telling the truth. After all, having you over my shoulder makes me feel really safe..."

Haha, you flatter me. But to be honest, I feel the same way. Being with you makes me feel so fulfilled...

That would definitely be fulfilling.

After all, your size is a bit small, and it's making the back of my head hurt.

Richard, literally speaking, forced himself to have an awkward conversation with the helmet for a few minutes.

To be fair, the atmosphere was quite lively.

But no notification of increased favorability appeared in front of me.

Damn it, so this was all for nothing?

It seems that this helmet not only speaks inappropriately but also has a high emotional threshold, unlike the one-handed sword that spends most of its time in its scabbard and is not as easy to please.

Richard raised an eyebrow and asked directly:

"Speaking of which, is there anything you wish to do? We've had such a pleasant conversation, I really want to do something for you."

Since talk therapy wasn't working, he decided to try a different approach and use a mutual help method.

Well... if you don't mind, could you wear me for the rest of your life?

1. A lifetime?

I'm starting to feel like you've become a bit heavy-hearted!

Richard rubbed his slightly sore neck and replied after a moment's thought:

"Although a mortal's life is short, it still lasts for several decades. Therefore, when it comes to spending a lifetime together, it's better to prove it with actions than with shallow words. As the saying goes, companionship is the longest-lasting form of love..."

So you can't wear me forever?

"It depends on how you define a lifetime. Is it the starting point when you have a heartbeat or when you are born? Is it the end point when you are brain dead or when you stop breathing? And what if this person becomes a lich in the future...?"

Okay, okay, I got it. You're a little rascal who likes casual flings~ The bronze-clad guard paused, then said, "Then I'll ask for something else. Can you take me back to my original master? He died in a blacksmith's shop in the southeast corner."

"able."

This time, Richard answered very readily.

Then he took his things and left the house.

By this time, the kobolds had figured out his mushroom bait and discovered the corpse of their companion, so they searched for his trail even more cautiously.

In view of this, Richard chose...

Come back with a killing blow!

He returned to the steps where he had thrown the mushrooms earlier, but the kobolds, having just been tricked there, instinctively stayed away from the area.

This allowed Richard to descend the steps undisturbed and smoothly, saving him a considerable distance.

Finally, guided by the helmet's voice prompts, he arrived at the blacksmith's shop, which was covered in dust.

As soon as I entered, I saw a skeleton leaning against the wall in the corridor, covered with large spider webs.

Short and stocky, he's probably a dwarf.

He was wearing rusty armor and had a heavy-looking axe by his side, but he was missing a helmet.

Richard sighed softly, knelt down, removed the bronze guard helmet, and placed it on the corpse's skull with both hands.

Then he exclaimed from the bottom of his heart:

"Your master must be a warrior who fought to the very last moment, right?"

That's not the case... He didn't keep his vow to wear me for life; instead, he tucked me under his arm, turned around, stepped on a banana peel, and, by sheer coincidence, hit his head on an anvil.

"..."

[If it were a normal human, the injury would at most be to the waist or leg, but what can you do when he's a dwarf?]

"..."

I've decided. I'm going to keep what you just said in mind, and later turn it into a joke to tell the dwarves in the tavern.

Just as Richard was thinking this, the helmet spoke again.

But no matter what, he was still my first master, so... well, thank you for bringing me back anyway.

The Bronze Guard Helmet has increased your favorability towards you.

You have received a gift pack from the Bronze Guardian Helmet.

what!

at last!

Richard eagerly opened the gift package.

You have gained 1 point of Constitution.

You have obtained intelligence from the Bronze Guardian Helmet.

Huh? Intelligence?

Richard blinked in confusion, and the helmet, which had been silent, spoke again, but this time, its tone was much calmer and more serious.

In return, I can tell you a story. Would you like to hear it? It's a bit long, but believe me, you won't regret it.

Richard nodded immediately.

Long, long ago, this ruin was actually a small town of dwarves. Thousands of dwarves lived here and made a living by mining bronze and iron ore underground...

But this golden age didn't last long; as the mines dried up, the city gradually declined...

A powerful necromancer seized the opportunity, took advantage of the situation, and enslaved the entire city...

Fortunately, this necromancer also has his own enemy—a giant dragon that lives nearby!

[Grace Karensor Jon Snow, the bronze dragon, disapproved of his behavior and launched an attack on him...]

"Wait, it's not a red dragon, but a bronze dragon?"

Upon hearing the unexpected term, Richard raised an eyebrow and asked a question, while recalling related rumors in his mind.

In the world of Terella, dragons also have different factions.

Among them, the red dragon, blue dragon, green dragon, black dragon, and white dragon are collectively referred to as the color dragons. They are inherently cruel and evil, and are considered evil dragons in traditional perception.

Gold dragons, silver dragons, bronze dragons, brass dragons, and copper dragons are called metal dragons. Their nature is the opposite of the five-colored dragons, and they are more inclined to benevolent.

As mentioned above, the copper dragon is a type of metal dragon. Legend has it that they are witty and humorous, although they also have the shortcomings of being greedy, stingy, and fond of playing pranks, but these are not too serious.

If it were a copper dragon nesting here, Richard and the rest of the party wouldn't... wait, they'd still get beaten up for stealing, but if they surrendered quickly enough, they might have a chance to save their lives.

Faced with Richard's question, the helmet retorted with dissatisfaction: Hey, don't interrupt me, be patient!

"Sorry, please continue."

In short, it was Grace, the copper dragon, who arrived. She defeated the necromancer and saved the dwarves...

But the city became completely uninhabitable due to the war, so the dwarves migrated away, giving the city to Grace as a gift before they left...

Grace is very satisfied with this place and plans to transform it into a large maze, building rooms full of mimics, rooms whose doors cannot be opened from this side, and rooms where one cannot leave without doing something, to amuse adventurers...

[But just as she was halfway through her work, a red dragon named Zoya Vessarak Danes invaded her territory...] Oh, I see. The main character is only showing up now.

Speaking of which, this bronze dragon named Grace isn't exactly a saint either...

Richard pursed his lips.

But this time he learned his lesson and didn't interrupt.

The helmet's story continued.

A new war broke out between the dragons, and soon, the weaker Grace was defeated by Zoya and killed...

Her dying body crashed down the tower in the ruins, which was filled with items she had looted from the necromancer—items she had intended to use to lure adventurers.

Now, these items have been scattered deep within the ruins due to the violent collision, and have been unexpectedly triggered by a series of coincidences!

Chaotic magical energy instantly enveloped the two giant dragons...

Ultimately, the soul of the bronze dragon merged into the body of the red dragon, thus creating a colossal dragon with two souls in one body!

[However, Zoya was, after all, the original owner of the Red Dragon's body, which gave her the upper hand in the struggle on the soul level, allowing her to retain control of the body. But Grace's consciousness did not give up; she lurked in Zoya's heart, waiting for an opportunity...] Richard:?!

You mean that the red dragon has a problem with its soul? A benevolent dragon's soul is hidden inside the body of an evil dragon?

The props that led to this situation are very likely still lying in these ruins.

Ok……

what!

I've got an idea!