Victory was for the hunters. Many of them recognized the vampire dragon that was ruining the region.

"An old lady cried out, she's the one who ate my son and my husband. Another screamed where is my sister?

The villagers marched and spat on Metanovae, ko.

By manacom, Rogue congratulated us on the capture. The king will calm down a little.

Especially since she's Ignar's female.

Falkor will be on the list of good dragons for his fight with Ignar.

Falkor, on the other hand, was in a very bad way. He should go to the hospital for burns. But they didn't have them here.

We asked the Earl if we could stay in Rivebois at the forge. The blacksmith and his family being devoured by Metanovae, I proposed to calm the inhabitants of Rivebois free care and repair of their tools and weapons because I was a blacksmith at the base.

The others stayed at the Dwemer ruins, in hiding, Fuchur and Aqua still wanted, Auberone too, but I collaborated with the hunters and it was the opportunity for the inhabitants to get to know Falkor.

So I made a splint with a hunter's healer who was going to leave on another point of attack. The hunter had a higher knowledge of medicine than I did, and we put the broken bones back in place and before that we chained Falkor, although he was very weakened.

Then we scraped off the burnt flesh and poured alcohol to disinfect the tissue.

Falkor fainted from pain after a long groan and trembling.

I then did major healing and the tissue grew back and the wounds closed, but whole areas of scales had disappeared and the damage was permanent.

No grafting could be done but protective plates had to be made again to restore the missing spikes and scales. At the slightest movement, or flight, the weakened skin would tear and cause an infection. I had to make a prosthesis for him.

So we forged copper plates and thanks to magic, I was able to separate the impurities and put gold on them and reshape them into scales. I disinfected the coins and plates and riveted them to his back with a cold breath.

Then, taking advantage of the fact that he was knocked out, the rivets were nailed into his back and he was repaired.

Several major procedures were repeated to ensure that the tissue would attach to the prosthesis and that there would be no infection.

The bones and flesh were fused together, but he needed rest. Several days were necessary.

He slept in the soldiers' quarters and the locals congratulated him on the capture of Metanovae.

He woke up with a start and said, "Ahh, my back hurts! Then he saw the braces skillfully fitted to the joints of his wings.

Care and rest was needed to heal his terrible injuries. Restoration was still beyond my reach. I had neither the level nor the knowledge, although I had enough mana.

And Metanovae? Asked the first man, fearing that this was reality and that it was all just a bad dream.

The soldier told him to wait and came to fetch me. A crowd of people came to be treated and had their prostheses adjusted. Some had a prehensile mechanism for amputated limbs. and pluggable tips with a note and an explanation plan for another blacksmith to repair it when I was gone. I never did the job halfway.

"He's awake and asking for you," said the soldier.

I arrived in two minutes at the end of the village, which by the way had only three streets and a night tavern for scalded travellers.

"Ahhh, it hurts," he moaned. "Tell me I dreamt a dream and had a bad fall."

"Yes, you fell from a distance, my poor Falkor!"

Can you walk?

Well, you were burned very badly and it was very deep. You literally cooked your back. It's a miracle your marrow wasn't destroyed. I had to file bones out of your vertebrae and rebuild you spikes with the copper electrical function for your lightning and lightning rod system. It was very difficult to build.

I had to rebuild your back. When I get the level or if we find someone who can, we will treat you better but you will not be handicapped or deformed. I handed him a mirror: look, your back looks better, doesn't it?

My Eggs!" cried he. Where are they?

"Falkor, look into my eyes. You are not alone! We're here with you.

These are not your children! They never were!

She wanted to feed them to Ignar. She was a vampire. She mutilated you, drained you of all your strength. It's a miracle you're still alive. She was a monster.

"Maybe she still loves me."

"FALKOR! Stop lying to yourself! She's devoured children, women and dozens of innocent people, maybe more. Half the village and surrounding villages have been devoured by this monster.

Is she dead?

No! She's on her way to the capital FORTNOX near Academia. She will be tried, convicted and paid for her crimes. You can also testify and tell her how you feel. I'll get a safe-conduct so the archers won't shoot arrows at you. It would be interesting for the council to show that there are crimes for dragons too. And you'd come with the people of the village and act as their protector. It would also soothe a lot of things. I, for one, will redeem my place by bringing criminal dragons to justice."

"How unhappy I am, I thought I was a father and I thought I had a nice wife. Wow."

CRIES

PLEURS

"Come on, big guy, look at me."

And I put my muzzle at his level and suddenly I kissed him and our tongues became intertwined and I tipped over on my back to allow him to lie against me with my body a little smaller than his but still too small to go any further.

"In a few months, I'll be taller and we'll hug, okay? For the eggs, we'll have to wait, but Aqua loves you very much, you know? And I think you could take a chance on her. Fuchur could be a great big brother."

"But Metanovae's Eggs, are you going to break them? They're monsters.

"OOOOOOH, relax, I'm also the monster's daughter. It's also said that an executioner's daughter can be very beautiful too!"

"Excuse me, I forgot! Sorry Vermithraxa!"

The Eggs, we don't have time to take care of them. We've got missions to do and we're still kids. We were raised by humans and we were happy. Why can't they be happy?

"But the traditions..."

"What do you blame us for? We're not good enough for you???"

"No, but..."

"Then stop talking nonsense and if we didn't have human science, at this hour you'd be at the stake or eaten by crows and scavengers"!

Falkor was granted safe conduct by the council to testify before the council and explain that although dragons had a primitive way of life, there were rules and his ex-wife had broken some draconian primary laws:

Adultery,

Cannibalism

Vampirism

Damage to the harmony of nature by attacking humans and endangering the race.

Dragon child killings

Association with renegade and criminal dragons

Cruelty

Conspiracies

Moral and physical damage

Mutilation

Blackmail

Hostage taking

Influence peddling

No regrets.

Corruption

and, finally,

TRAHISON.

Falkor took pleasure in enumerating laws that humans were unaware of, and none of them were humiliating to mankind or interfering with the empire.

The villagers listed their dead, and all testified on our behalf.

The council then lifted the charges against us on the condition that we work for the empire and become the gendarmes against the dragon attacks. But that didn't change the fact that not all dragon hunters know us and accidents can happen. We were awarded a soldier's medal.

Falkor was able to visit Metanovae, but it would not change anything for her public execution in the coming days.

"Why did you do this to me? Even if I were a blood dragon, I would have given you my blood to support you and eaten for two! "Says Falkor, the day before her execution...

Metanovae: "You know, fools go with fools ... and I was foolish.

Sexually speaking, you're good, really good built, but Ignar, that's something else. He's got that red dragon strength that you don't have. This power in your hips and this pervasive violence. Every move he makes burns and hurts and when he takes you, it's like he's breaking you down and shaping you in his own way. He has crazy ideas that make me fantasize and he's beyond the limits of understanding. He can break the limits of pleasure and make you discover parts of your body that I didn't know. He has opened my mind to a much wider view of life. I was able to see the cycles of life and death and the artistic beauty of death. For example, a still life in painting, he made it real and adjusted the bodies, blood, jugs and instruments of the victims in a logical and beautiful association.

The dead farmer with his pitchfork impaling him by the mouth that feeds him and planting him on the wheat he has grown, The cow, finally the half cow with the jug in the pi and the milk flowing over the baby's head held at arm's length by the farmer's wife frozen in a cry of life and death. All this is art that he made me discover. This magnificent art receives the blessings of Talos who receives these scalded souls and will make room for new creations..."

Falkor's heart was heavy and he came out of the dungeon where his ex-wife was chained up.

Without turning around: "I regret the time you took from me, and you hurt me even more. That you are mad, corrupted by vampirism, I could have understood and pleaded madness to be merciful to you or at least to shorten your suffering, but I really think you like to suffer and inflict suffering on others. If we're monsters, you're a monster of monsters. I hope you'll scream and not enjoy your torment. You will be able, with a deformed head, to give one last gift to your idols who are waiting for you in hell...

Let's talk about hell,

Your MAGNIFICENT IGNAR, do you know where he is?? Do you think he'll come to your rescue to share your insanity with you???

Where is he...?

IGNAR WHERE ARE YOU??

WHERE IS YOUR IGNAR?"

Metanovae: "And what are you going to do now?"

"FORGET YOU! AND I'M GOING TO GO WITH THEM!"

Metanovae: "What about my eggs??"

"What about your eggs? And you're worried about them now???? It's none of my business anymore and neither are you!"

Metanovae, head down, "I'm sorry..."

"SHUT UP! You make me suffer even more! Now I feel like crying..."

Metanovae, "I'm sorry, Falkor... I screwed up. I'm begging you, let me make it up to you! "

Falkor, all sad and dejected, collapsed in sorrow: "Why? Why does this only happen to me?! "

Then he turned around violently and with a red, vengeful look on his face: "Go tell that to the unfortunate people whose family member you ate in front of them."

"You know what? I'm going to talk to the board and tell them you're sorry. Maybe you'll save yourself a day or two..."

Then Falkor got up and asked the soldier out and she said, "Not the red ones..."

Falkor stopped dead in his tracks...

"They're yours, except the red ones..."

Falkor came running out, whining.

WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

He opened his mouth wide and his cry exceeded the thunder.

He shouted and shouted and shouted and the guard came and saw a poor creature full of tears, a puddle of tears and inconsolable.

The people and the council were heartbroken to see that dragons too can have feelings and be torn apart by grief.

Then he shouted : " IGNAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRR, I will have your skin! You destroyed everything I had!!!!!!

You bastard!

Now I understand the King's pain!"

The king also heard the commotion and heard Falkor's reflection.

He entered the dungeon and approached the slain dragon.

Then Falkor said, "Sire, I am beginning to understand your grief! Allow me to join in your vengeful fury! "

The king, broken by so much grief, said not a word and turned his back on the creature he hated, the race, but not Falcor in particular. Then he said two words to Falkor:

"KILL IGNAR."

Then he walked out of the room and Falkor, without a word, flew away and returned to the Dwemer ruins to participate in the next mission.

The king, not yet out of the dungeon, Metanovae called out to him, saying,

"Sire, I regret everything, I ask forgiveness of all those I have harmed. I am a scum, a monster, and if I were allowed to have a new life, I would try to redeem all the evil I may have done. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. Sorr..."

The king walked out without a word, impassive.

"Let her be executed tomorrow in public! It's poison! Even from beyond she will still make us suffer by making us doubt her execution. Let her head be cut off! And burn it, so that nothing remains, not a scale."