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Dragons’ Melancholic Song (Part 17)
“I won’t pierce your body this time… provided you don’t try anything…” said Camille.
Camille sat opposite me. This meeting was the same as last time. We were on either side of a table, but there was no tea in front of me this time. Camille must’ve realised that I wouldn’t drink what she served again, hence didn’t waste her energy and explain things.
I took in a deep breath to suppress my rage. Nothing to my benefit would come out of clashing with Camille. I’d have my joints destroyed and thrown back inside again. That was why resistance would only lead to death. And, to be fair, she wasn’t that hostile to us. She just wanted to threaten us into obeying her. Simply put, I should listen to what she wanted.
I nodded and then leaned into the chair. Camille appeared satisfied with my reaction. She gently tapped on the table as she said, “If you two were this obedient last time, you wouldn’t be in this situation, and you wouldn’t have had to suffer physical pain. Isn’t this much better? Now, what we need to discuss is what you’ve been doing…”
“I’m already doing my best!!”
“Yes, I know you’ve done your best. Both you and Irina have done your best,” stated Camille, effectively stopping me from blurting out what I held in with a grudge. “What I meant to say is that this is going the way I wanted, but as you can see, our progress hasn’t been very successful.”
I didn’t reply, but neither did she intend to allow me to. She continued saying what she wanted: “However, this isn’t something we can rush. After all, a child isn’t a fruit that sprouts when its time. In saying that, we have to say that, given that is the case, not only will Sylvanas have to stay here forever, but you don’t want to stay here forever, either, do you?”
“What do you mean?” I asked with my palms supinated. “I’ve done my best. I don’t know what I should do, but aren’t you a skilled pharmacist? You continue to surprise me with all sorts of things. You might even have more tricks in the bag to surprise me this time.”
“No, I’m out of ways, too. As I said, a child isn’t a fruit that can sprout if you give it enough care. Thus, I don’t have fertilisers or water that I can provide you. This will be on you two. I did contemplate about why you’ve been unsuccessful, though. Perhaps it’s because you’re not in a good mood. Perhaps it’s because you’ve been lock up, on top of nutrition problems. Consequently, you couldn’t provide a child. After deliberation, I think it would be a good idea if you got to stroll outside every day.”
I couldn’t believe my ears. My hands that were interlocked forgot to move. I had no idea what I should do. That was fantastic news, so good that I was shocked. I shouldn’t have been able to hear that from her.
I quickly tried to process and analyse the situation in my mind: “She’s allowing me to leave my room? That’s not right, not room, but cell. I can even stroll around in the forest outside. That’s enough time and an adequate opportunity to escape. My White Deer King is outside at the moment. I’m sure she’s waiting for me. The White Deer King isn’t slower than a dragon. I have a perfect chance to escape… Wait, wait. I can’t escape alone. I have to bring Dragon Mom with me. If the dragon gets angry and kills Dragon Mom, I can’t live down escaping alone.”
I needed a plan to save Dragon Mom. I had to do my best to rescue her. I knew she wasn’t locked up anywhere or in a place that was hard to access. She was in Irina’s room. As Irina was always in my room, her room would be empty for an extensive period. Dragon Mom was the only one in there. Camille never checked up on her. To be precise, I had no idea where exactly Camille went every day. In any case, she wasn’t at home during the day; hence, I could leave with Mom if I could find the opportunity.
What was the deciding factor for my chance to escape? That would have to be whether Irina could help me or not. She had to support me in order for me to escape. Indeed, Camille spent a lot of time away from home. That said, Irina was always with me, meaning I had to convince her to let me leave for me to successfully leave.
So, how was I going to persuade Irina? I don’t care what Camille is going to do next. What I was concerned about was how to persuade Irina. Irina had done it with me for so long, so I was sure that she was no longer willing to let me leave. I couldn’t aggravate her. If she found out I planned to leave, there was no chance she’d permit it. I was absolutely confident on my judgement on that. Therefore, I needed to come up with a viable plan. I needed to be able convince her. As for everything else, I could put them aside for the meantime. That is what I had to focus my efforts on.
“If you have no contradicting arguments, let us do that. I won’t lock you up again. You can leave whenever you like. Needless to say, you won’t be able to leave at night. Additionally, if Irina wants something, you must satisfy her. Oh, one more thing. Don’t stray too far away. If you can’t see this mountain when you look back, you’ll be in danger. There’s still time for you to turn back, though. Do not. I repeat. Do not go too far, understood? I’m not saying that to prevent you escaping but to keep you alive. Understood?”
I knew what Camille meant. She wore a smile, but she wasn’t kidding.  She was worried about the other dragons catching me. I knew the other dragons had an urge to act ever since they learnt I was a male dragon. That was why I couldn’t leave the place. Camille and Irina both know what it meant to kill the hen that laid the golden egg; dry the pond to get fish. Those dragons, however, didn’t know.
In the past, there was a victim, and that was Dragon Mom’s younger brother. He was just a young boy but ended up being raped to death by a horde of dragons. Yes, they laid their hands on a young child and raped him to death. Surely they wouldn’t hesitate to lay their hands on me if they could lay their hands on a child. Heck, I’d die an even more tragic death.
As Camille went to leave, I asked her my most pressing question, “You really all right with letting me out? You trust me that much?”
Camille stopped in her tracks. She turned around to look at me with surprise. She looked at me as if I just asked a very idiotic question; or rather, she thought I already knew the answer to the question. The reality, though, was I didn’t. That was startling to her. I kept my eyes trained on her. I felt slightly insulted by her gaze. It was as if she was saying, “This idiot doesn’t even know what he should know.” But maybe I was an idiot.
“Are you not aware?” asked Camille.
Irina, who was behind me, was also surprised. Noticing my abnormal gaze, Irina was slightly startled and also disappointed. As a matter of fact, there was a hint of loneliness. I didn’t understand why she had that gaze on, because the question I asked clearly had nothing to do with her.
Camille laughed in a soft voice: “Although I know that you were altered, I never thought you were totally altered. Have you not realised that your food and drinks were no longer drugged?”
“What?!!!”
That revelation made my heart skip two beats. I looked at Irina with shock. She solemnly nodded but continued looking at me with the same gaze. I finally realised what had happened.
Dragons were just that sort of creature. They had a grandeur civilisation; however, they were wild beasts when it came down to it. That being the case, they still kept the habits of wild beasts. For an aroused dragon, Irina doing that was nothing worth being surprised about. It was me who changed.
I always thought that I had to have sex with Irina due to a drug. I thought I couldn’t resist owing to the drug, not because of my own will. I didn’t like it, and I had no feelings for Irina whatsoever.
Every time I was with Irina, the amazing feeling, both physically and mentally, wasn’t due to a drug, and I didn’t want to do with Irina because of a drug, but purely because I, myself, wanted to. I kept claiming that I wouldn’t love anybody else. I claimed that I didn’t have any feelings for Irina and wouldn’t fall any deeper. I claimed that everything I did was because I wanted to leave sooner. In reality, I was attached Irina’s body a long time ago. I was conditioned to crave the feeling of doing it with her. I lost the determination I initially had. I was the one who became Irina’s toy. For that reason, Camille and Irina knew that I wouldn’t leave.
“That’s how it is. It appears that you still haven’t realised it. However, as I said, men will always be men.”