-Dragon POV-

I shake my head sideways a few times then walk out of the cage after Interpreting the possible orders while staring at the people present and stopped my gaze on one of the slaves.

This is what happens when the collar wins and overrides your will huh? The dead fish eye-slaves must be the reason the blond rich guy who bought me trusts my obedience so much since they can make a person look like a doll, but my resistance to the signal grows stronger every day, and it won't even bother me eventually. I observe the unfocused and unblinking eyes of the slaves on the right while zympathizing with the two boys that have been reduced to robots.

The person who appears to be my owner called for me to get down the platform from the stairs on the right and I comply while staring at the black bracelet on the left hand of the blond person that seem to send and receives signals to the collar.

I followed the blond man down the stairs and walked next to the right side of the plaza until we reached the street at the end then turned right to continue on the sidewalk until we reached another crossroad. We walked side by side on the streets while people step aside to let us pass before nodding their heads and averting their eyes, some even do small bow to the blond guy while others feel disgusted in his presence or just flee the opposite direction.

I'm supposed to be the monster here...I mean dragons eat people and all, so why is this dude treated with so much scorn while he just...smiles back at them? Well, besides being treated like the stuff of nightmares, he also looks to be in a position of power in this town, despite looking so young since most people in charge are usually old dudes. I wonder what did he do to earn the reputation.

Hoping to encounter something interesting despite the apparent lack of entertainment of this place, I obediently follow while being careful not to trip anyone on the streets until we reach the corner and turn right again to walk down the long road heading northeast with the volcano showing in the background.

I knew it! I halt my steps to look far into the distance three blocks away. This is the way to the wild, but I will have to either break the walls made of logs or the gate at the end...jumping to roofs of the houses then glide outside is also possible. I stare at the young noble who turned back to me after noticing the dragon behind him stopped moving and beckoned to continue following while speaking something to the bracelet.

I can probably make a hostage out of him, but if he's hated like this, then it might not work to open those gates. However, he hasn't actually treated me wrong yet, and he could be one of those people who treat pets better than humans, though the communication must be conveyed somehow, like with the bracelet. He's not treated terribly because of his good looks, right? He does look handsome, but the human aesthetic has nothing to do with me anymore since the only thing that bothers me is the color of my scales and hairs being gray, or my size. I compared then felt depressed because of my own weakness as a Dragon that is supposed to be strong.

Still, I've been getting this feeling lately like I'm supposed to find something in this place, and it's not about magic knowledge which I already plan on leeching off...I don't understand it myself, and never could ask Guardian, but why was I born in this exact place so close to people? I doubt all dragon would have lairs so close to humans and it would make more sense to grow up in a wilderness environment where you don't become a slave in a day, but it doesn't make sense because I was never reincarnated under such terrible conditions in my previous lives. I guess there's no way to know until I'm able to access the Fragment-network on my own... I recalled shouting at Guardian in my head for days back at the beast pen without any response.

We continue to march until another corner appeared, but this time only turns right or straight, we passed the intersection and shortly after, turned left to follow another road going northwest into the distance outside of town.

Oh? That gate is wide open for some reason, and since we are heading there right now, then the evil mansion must be at the end, but I wonder if there will be other strong warriors like the one who captured me, working for this guy over there or if his dad is worse than him. And this is a little late since we are leaving town already, but these streets look a lot like Earth's with the blocks around the length of hundred meters, the width that fit two cars and the sidewalk which I barely fit in. I observe the town with nostalgia.

The sides are solid stone, but the street have different types of pebbles as if compressed ground was made with magic, and it looks like it degrades with time showing holes, but since they probably used magic then it should be fixed.

Walking for thirty minutes through big empty plots of lands on each side that indicated big houses were once built here, the sun is already high in the sky, and we reach a fort of sorts with walls over four-hum tall made of gray stone blocks that should weight tons. There is a big double iron gate enough to fit a truck in front of the evil estate which is around half a block wide and extends for probably a block with a rectangular three-story apartment building much like Earth's in the back, standing tall over the big walls, but only a few glass windows are visible. There are two round towers with a diameter of one-hum on the right and the side wall of the estate, around mid-way to the back and erected twice the height of the wall around nine-hum tall.

I turn my neck to look at the road leading towards the mine under the volcano far to the right while approaching the big gates with a human sitting on a chair to the left.

It wasn't long since I was born there... I can't believe the little me survived the way down with that fragile body, and that crater sure is steep, but even if I somehow made it to the other side, it's probably infested with humans too since they like to live near the volcanoes because of the fertile land. Though, the West would be a better option, but it's infested with mighty beasts incomparable to me so it might take some time before the deforestation reaches that place or they might consider that area too dangerous since the volcano also did erupt that way last time... I admire my birthplace proudly.

Watching the sleeping elderly person basking in the sun of midday made me recall the shorter days of this world compared to earth and the lack of moons or any other orbiting satellite that could be visible at night with my dragon eyes.

And I thought the days of Earth were short... The ones here are less than twenty hours, and the gravity should be greater, but I wonder if magic around influences things since trees shouldn't grow so tall or maybe things just adapted...not sure. I don't feel heavier than a dragon should...then again my body probably has hollow bones and efficient muscles or wings would need to be huge. I confirm staring at the wings on my elongated back.

Perhaps the rotational speed is faster because there is no moon or the planet bigger, but the seasons are also longer since winter should have been here weeks ago, but the 'me' from the past made a miscalculation using seasons from Earth and panicked...well, lack of knowledge sucks and the year should be longer here huh? I ponder the workings of this unknown planet.

Reaching the unmistakably sleeping guard with shabby light brown clothes, straw hat over his face and reclining on his ugly but sturdy wooden chair against the bricked wall probably made with magic.

So much for the mansion of an evil overlord, it looks clean of trash around and even an easygoing sleeping guard...which the noble is probably planning on scaring using me since he keeps grinning while switching his gaze between us. The prankster noble says something to his bracelet, but it was evident as to what his intentions were, so I proceeded to scare the old man to death and got closer with light steps while breathing in.

"GRHOUAAAAA..." Roared at the at the sleeping uncle until I knocked the hat off his head, disheveled his hair, clothes, and saliva got on his pale face, now with wide eyes as if looking at death.

The reaction of the old man was what you'd expect from a veteran, he didn't piss his pants but remained frozen on the spot for some time, while the noble laughed out loud, I had to contain it in my mind.

To be fair, that was too funny to pass. I told myself before the uncle starts cursing out loud while his face turns red with veins showing as if would suffer from a heart attack any moment...

Took a while for the old man to stop cursing, then he picked up his hat, and glared at the eight guards in steel plate armors on top of the wall laughing at him too. They probably rushed armed to the teeth with swords and bows after my roar since I didn't see anyone on top of the wall before, but those heavy armors should be very uncomfortable.

Never saw the appeal of armors as a human, but now, as a dragon they just look like canned food. I roll my eyes at the little protection steep might provide at the strength of a dragon.

The jack of all trades noble signaled at the wall while the angry uncle sends me hostile glances and the gate starts to open with a screeching sound.

"GHAAk!" I shake my head in agony as if trying to hide from the sound while protesting.

The unbearable noise ended before it damaged my ears too much and the uncle seeing me writhe in agony ceases his anger nodding his head as if pleased.

My fucking ears! Ugh, now there's a ringing...my ears feel like were stabbed by a knife into my brain instead of hearing a high pitch sound and if you guys don't offer some sacrifice to those gates of Hells to lubricate the hinges, I'll piss on them myself! Recovering my balance and vision from the noise that made me lower my head to the point of wanting to bury it underground, an impact was felt on my snout.

An attack!? Get it off! Get it off! I shake the extra weight latched on my snout with eyes still close, but didn't feel aggressive and stopped panicking when I heard a girly scream.

"Kyaaaa" The scream coming from my head made me stop my movements and lowered my neck.

I opened my eyes, and strands of long disheveled white hair were dancing in my vision then once confirmed by the weight the little person to stand on the ground I separated to observe.

WHA- Why does it feel like I've known this girl for a long time? I stare from top to bottom at the little white girl less than ten years old with long white hair reaching her slim waist, thin arms, silver eyes and round cute flushed face, perhaps a little red from the impact with my scales.

She stares into my eyes saying something while I approach with my neck and start sniffing her body, making her giggle from the tickling sensation of the nostrils sucking air thought her clothes.

Why does this fragile paled-skin girl gives me the feeling as if I found something important I'm supposed to obtain? So delicate that could die with just a stab from one of my claws and yet why, why do I feel so sad and happy at the same time to be in her presence? This is not some kind of magic she's using on me right? This should be the first time we met, but it feels as if I can entrust my life to her and hers is precious to me... I lower my and let her hug my snout while closing my eyes, indulging in the pleasant sensation which origin I cannot understand no matter how much I wrack my head for answers.

The only sensation felt when seeking the reason it's as if something is missing, and it's different from those times where memory was suppressed, but I'm sure something is supposed to be there, and it is confusing because I don't know what to do about this...either eat her like a cookie or hug her like my long lost lover... I DON'T KNOW! I wonder why the heart-breaking nostalgia washes over my mind.

Sniffing through the simple one-piece black dress on her some more made her giggle and wondered if she feels the same way as me when all the sudden she started running energetically around me checking every part of my body. I remain still trying not to hurt her while the Noble sending some commands probably for the same and wait for her inspection to finish.

Oh, crap this is like her revenge for sniffing her so intensely! I recall every scent on her body entirely known to me. Still, she smells far more agreeable than any human in town, and I think we'll get along well even after just one meeting. Makes me sad someone this special to me wasn't born a dragon in my nest...though she's far older than me. I twist my neck following her inspection on my body from the top to bottom.

The white haired girl lifts my paws, and running her fingers between the dirty claws, pulls the tail until she got to my rear, but I backed away when a vague image of her sniffing my behind just appeared in my head.

Ah! I'm being molested! Police! I covered myself with the tail recalling the time with the healer, giving meaning to the expression of 'tail between the legs' while the blond noble just sighs and shakes his head, but doesn't stop her actions.

I thought my inspection was over, and the lower part, apparently was when she switched targets to my back, trying to climb using the scales, but once it proved unsuccessful, the taller person lifted her up, then started forcing my wings open and pulling my hairs. After finished putting her fingers through everywhere on my back, the white-haired creature ran over my neck using my hairs and climbed to my head holding herself with my horns to sit on top.

I-is it over...? I stuttered while balancing her in a sitting posture on my head.

I feel relieved when it ended my examination since it felt as if she would crawl inside my mouth if I had it open at the start, but losing her energy and quietly sitting on my head is more comfortable.

Sighs... there was no fear in her as if your dog just came to lick your hands after getting home. Ahh can't wait to have her feeding me slowly, brushing my body, and picking my teeth... it's like we are a little married already haha. Wait that's the wrong definition of pet... I don't get it would did I think that!? I ponder the weird image wanting to scratch my head, but it's occupied by her little bottom pressing above my eye sockets.

The blond haired Noble started saying something to the girl on my head. She spread her legs open between the base of my horns and my eyes, then the uncomfortable signal from the collar told me it could only mean to go inside the open gates since we've been standing here while being a spectacle for the guards present.

I wonder if all rich people have cute kids like these. I remember stories where it was the case while wondering why such a frail girl would want a huge Dragon.

Hmm... she probably just wanted to know my gender to give me a name, but I'll have to do that myself because of something peculiar I noticed at the pen... I can't call myself James anymore since the very notion feels disagreeable for some reason and its the same effect of missing something that I'm getting from this girl. Something has to be missing in my head, but I'm not sure if it's because of my brain limitation or anything else lacking that was removed...perhaps a secret conversation with Guardian was deleted during reincarnation by his superiors since I probably made him break some rules asking things about reality that I'm not supposed to know.

The feeling is tens of times worse than calling me poop-head or dick-head, and I'm pretty good at naming things in games, but despite trying for days, I only got a few random names that are possible to use, including character names from previous games, chemical elements or even some famous people...I'm not calling myself Shakira, though I will have to decide on one eventually.

I thought the missing feeling was having my own memories copied onto my soul again...which is ridiculous, considering they could just take the fucking copy away... unreasonable jerks, but since I had my memories ripped out of me before and never felt any missing feeling, it has to be something else. I enter the courtyard of the place while the little girl above me holds my horns firmly while dangling her feet around my eyes and sometimes hitting my head in excitement.

The structures in the spacious courtyard become recognizable as we move into it through the central path of compressed earth, smaller than the street, but leads straight to the big wooden in the building where a woman is coming out of. On the left row of the courtyard is a big tank of water followed by Stables with ten horses and a cathedral-like building like some big warehouse with many smells coming from it while on the right side are soldiers dormitories since that's what it smells like. I was distracted looking at the rectangular building with the height of almost two-hum with three doors and six windows when the recognizable scent of the approaching woman became too intense to ignore.

Oh, you are that blond woman who was having sex in the bushes! Wait, why are you holding a whip? I stare at the woman approaching us by the stables while carrying two more black bracelets and a big whip on her hips.