At Anastasiaâs answer, the twins burst into sneers as if they were dumbfounded. However, unlike their ridicule, the hand grasping onto the red sword was full of strength.
Diwen smiled innocently as if she was correct.
âThatâs right. Humans who have lost dragon bones have to live as cripples without arms, but what can we do?â
He spat out the frightful words casually, deliberately made a surprised expression, and let out a pitiful voice.
âAh, come to think of it, you were an organist, werenât you?â
â⊠âŠâ
âAll right, I understand. When you go back to being a human, you have to continue playing, so Iâll just cut one arm off, okay?â
Diwen, who was talking happily, took a few steps closer to the twins and tilted his head. The two pupils disappeared between the curved eyes.
âDonât make that face.â
â⊠âŠâ
âYouâre twins, so you can play it well with one arm. Twins playing together with one arm. Even if muse or something doesnât support you guys, youâll become more famous. Donât you think so?â
ââŠâŠ.â
âAnyway, exchanging a good arm for fame. Isnât that a deal thatâs beneficial to you?â
Diwen muttered familiar words as if he was making fun of them.
The manâs soft expression was gone. He wasnât an idiot, so he could see what Diwen was thinking when he said that. A feeling of humiliation surged through his stomach, and he ground his teeth.
Diwen, on the other hand, took a long breath of air, not caring whether the opponent ground his teeth or not. At that moment, the air around them changed.
A creepy and strong aura that overwhelms the dragon aura that was thickly spread over the concert hall.
I turned the doorknob with the thought of going out, but what I was greeted with was a sound like something was blocked.
I couldnât believe it, so I turned the doorknob once more, but the sound I heard was the same.
The door is locked⊠�
Then Iâm trapped!
After thinking that far, I slammed the door without thinking twice. Even screaming that someone is trapped.
I swear, I had no intention of breaking down the door. It was to let people know that I was here, but as soon as I hit it a few times, a hole pierced my hand and my hand went out the door.
For a moment, I naturally bent my arms and turned the doorknob as I originally intended.
Um, they made the door really weak. Did they make it weak so that one could escape easily when they were trapped like this?
When I did some kind of denial of reality, I heard a click and the door opened. Fortunately, there seemed to be no problem with the latch.
âThen it means someone locked it. What son of a b*tch⊠⊠â
I muttered a bloody curse and came out. There was no one in the hallway on the second floor. The only sound was the sound of the noise going down the stairs. Itâs probably the audience who ran away.
I, too, tried to dash up the stairs to join the group. Suddenly, I felt a sharp pain in my scalp as if my hair had gotten caught somewhere, and my center of gravity shifted backward. Soon after, I fell on my buttocks on the floor.
âOuchâŠâŠâ
Wow, this is embarrassingâŠâŠ. I turned my head, thinking that Diwen would have laughed at me if he had seen it. To get rid of the hair I didnât know where it got caught.
However, what came into view was none other than polished shoes. Yes, shoes.
âŠâŠ Shoes?
On my buttocks, I was sitting on the border between the box seats and the hallway. The box seats were still dark, but the light pouring in from the hallway made it much more visible than before.
Thatâs why the shoes Iâm looking at right now canât be an illusion⊠âŠ
I felt something cool and slowly raised my trembling eyes. Passing through the shiny shoes that receive the light as it is, and past the well-groomed trouser hem⊠âŠ
I see a hand clenching my coral-colored hair. Anyone can see itâs my hair. And a familiar yet unfamiliar brooch on the chest.
The reason Iâm familiar with this brooch is that Iâve seen it just a few hours ago, the reason itâs unfamiliar is⊠âŠ
Iâm sure itâs because it used to be bright red, but now itâs blue.
Donât tell meâŠ
There was only one thought in the ever-increasing heartbeat.
That you have to run away from here right now. However, as if it had frozen, the body did not move. I could only raise my head as if possessed, and soon everything came into view.
The person holding the ends of my hair firmly, the person with gross scales growing on the nape of his neck, cheeks, and the back of his hands, and the whites of his eyes black.
The person whose eyes, which were chestnut-colored, turned murky blue and looked more blunt, with a clear vertical iris drawn in the center of the eyes.
It was one of the Bradley brothers.
âHow did you get here? Werenât Anastasia and Diwen dealing with him?â
The thoughts didnât last long. Because as soon as our eyes met, the man let go of my hair. Naturally, long hair couldnât overcome gravity and fell down.
A moment passed. When that moment felt infinitely long, the man tore off the brooch.
The blue jewel brooch instantly turned into a sword.
Before I could react, he immediately swung his sword at me.
Perhaps it was a survival instinct, but only then did my hardened body move and barely avoid the blade.
âYou avoid it well.â
A disparate voice flowed from the mouth of the unknown twin. I could tell right away. Thatâs not his voice. It must be the voice of a dragon that has encroached upon him!
I didnât even have to think twice. I had to run away before the half-dragon swung the sword again.
But a barrier rose and blocked my way before I could even get out of the door.
This is the subspace of the dragon that Reden mentioned⊠âŠ
âNo, no. If you run away, it will be annoying.â
A strange, high-pitched voice broke my thoughts. Startled, I turned around and immediately felt a dull pain in the back of my neck and my vision turned upside down.
âUgh.â
As I fell backward, a brief but intense pain came to my back and back of my head. Soon after, I was strangled and my throat tightened.
âHeughâŠâ
I frowned because it was difficult to breathe, but I barely opened my eyes and stared up.
Right in front of me, âitâ with disgusting blue scales on its cheeks was looking down at me with a delighted face. while choking me with one hand.
âLetâs go calmly. If you rebel, Iâll have to cut your arms and legs, but donât you hate it when it hurts?â
âWhâŠat.â
I barely grabbed the half-dragonâs wrist, muttering as if it was not worth listening to. And with all my might, I almost tore off his arm.
Maybe he was careless, but half-dragonâs hand fell off easily to the point of futility.
I didnât miss the gap and kicked him fiercely. For some reason, the half-dragon was slammed on to the ground and pushed away.
What, by any chance, are you weak? No way. The strangling force was no joke.
I inadvertently touched my neck and flinched. As I removed my hand, I felt a sharp pain as if it had been scratched.
But I couldnât stay still stupidly because I was hurt.
I hurriedly threw off my most obtrusive shoes, stood up, and tore off the hem of my skirt.
I took off my shoes and ripped off my skirt with the courage to fight right away, but⊠⊠. What now? I canât even escape because of the subspace. But itâs too reckless to fight a half-dragon holding a sword.
âDamn the b*tch⊠⊠â
Half-dragon quickly stood up. The black tailcoat was covered in dust and looked gray.
I glanced at my surroundings. There was nothing that could be used as a weapon. At least the wine bottle on the table in the corner?
I sneakily slipped and reached out behind my back to where it was and grabbed the wine bottle upside down.
If I break his head with this, he may die, but the opponentâs spirit has already been eroded by the dragon. Itâs not gonna die easily.
No, why are you doing this to me? Why did you come here?
As I vomited out a lot of questions in my mind, there was a voice that passed through my head like lightning.
âAnd so rarely, the muse askedâ
âIâll bring someone after the concert.â
Just before the lights went off, one of Bradleys was talking at length about something I wasnât even curious about.
Yeah, thatâs right. Thatâs what you said, right?
In other words, am I the âsomeoneâ that the muse asked me to bring?
âTwo months ago, the muse I met after three years⊠âŠâ
Bradleyâs words came to mind again. Come to think of it, you said you met your muse two months ago. The doubt that I had felt a little while ago resurfaced.
Because, two months ago, I had a torn stomach and had been sleeping for a month, so I wouldnât be able to meet you.
So Iâm not the muse Bradley met. ThereforeâŠ
So this isâŠ
âWhat⊠⊠Is that bullshit?â
No conclusions were drawn at all. I didnât even understand.
Maybe Iâm not a muse? But the letter said muse. Unless he wrote âmuseâ as a lie in the letter, it would be right that I was a muse for Bradley.
The curiosity did not go away in the end. If something was going to make sense, it didnât make sense on the other end. I thought my head would split in two at this rate, so I decided to be ignorant.
âLooking at the situation⊠⊠I think the person the muse asked you to bring was me, but who is it that says to bring me?â
Yeah. If I ask you this openly, I wonât have anything to lose.
Half-dragon, who had been crumpling his face violently, suddenly giggled as if it was funny. It was an amazing level of emotional ups and downs.
âIf youâre curious, you can just follow me quietly. Iâm sure he wants you to follow him yourself.â
I frowned involuntarily. It wasnât because the answer was that I couldnât figure out who the muse was at all.
Right now, did you call the muse him?
Judging by the disparate voice and the scales covering the skin, it must be the dragon that is now in control of that body.
By the way, the dragon is using the honorific title of âhim.â The person called âMuseâ must be a human too.
âYesâŠâŠ itâs strange to think of it. Why does that dragon that has encroached on his body follow Bradleyâs will?â
The half-dragon I saw for the first time in the palace ignored the words of the count who shouted to kill me immediately. Blinded by his own desires, he was in a hurry to find the Hugo Knights.
So why does that half-dragon want to follow the twinâs will and take me with him? Because itâs fun?
The muse who asked me to come with him just for fun⊠⊠That half-dragon calls âhimâ in honorifics?
âAs expected, itâs weird.â
âWeird?â
Half-Dragon asked back as if he had misheard. On the other hand, I looked around slowly, pretending not to hear it.
The deep blue barrier, the space that Reden described as the dragonâs subspace, is covered in all directions, and inside it, to my dismay, is the half-dragon and I.
Last time there were two dragon slayers, but now itâs just me.
So itâs normal to be scared⊠âŠÂ Itâs normal to be terrified⊠âŠ
Strangely, I wasnât scared. Something⊠⊠It was very close to being seen.
âTell me, whatâs weird!â
The impatient half-dragon shouted. I squeezed the mouth of the wine bottle tightly as if it were a rope, then calmly opened my mouth.
âIâve only seen a dragon once, but Iâve come to realize something painfully. Itâs that dragons look down on humans.â
âYes, humans are useless and insignificant!â
âBut you⊠Youâre following Bradleyâs will to take me. Why is that? Bradley is, as you say, useless and insignificant.â
Half-dragon shut up at my question. I narrowed my eyes at the reaction.
âOf course, you may follow the will of man simply because you want to. But youâre not justâŠâŠ.â
I paused for a moment and looked at the floor.
Soon after, I raised my head very slowly, as if I had a realization.
âYou called the person who asked Bradley to bring me with him, âmuseâ. In other words, âmuseâ is someone that you, a dragon, can respect. Or a high-ranking person to you.â
ââŠâŠ.â
âNo. No⊠No matter how hard it is, there is no way to respect him as long as he is a âpersonââŠ.â
Looking at the half-dragon with a stupid face, I slowly corrected my words.
So she concludes that thereâs no way that this half-dragon can address a person in honorifics since he looks down on human beings- hence she deduces that the muse(?) is a dragon.