My Tamed Beast Returned with a Dragon – Chapter 62 – A Foolish Who Became Neither God nor Human

Author: Asternkm

Belquior was summoned by Yggdrasil, the World Tree, and briefly returned to his original world.

When the magic surrounding him faded, he saw a dense forest and, at its center, a tree glowing with a soft blue light.

He approached Yggdrasil.

“Yggdrasil. What’s going on?”

[Belquior, you’re here. How are the baby and Eun-sae doing?]

The World Tree shook its branches as if greeting him warmly.

“They’re doing well. The baby even has a name now—‘Byeol.’ It’s not the true name, but the baby said he’ll use it until he becomes a holy dragon. As for Eun-sae…”

Belquior frowned slightly, though he tried to hide it. She was still heartbroken over the death of a close friend. After a short pause, he continued calmly.

“She’s… getting by.”

[That’s good to hear. The reason I called you is that the Dragon of Arcane Arts insisted on meeting you.]

“Sanchez?”

He looked surprised. It was rare for another dragon to call for him.

Yggdrasil let out a low, worried hum.

[It seems there’s a problem with the Dragon of the Snowfields.]

“Tadea?”

It was a name he hadn’t heard in a long time. Tadea, the Dragon of the Snowfields, was an ancient dragon who had lived thousands of years longer than Belquior.

They weren’t especially close, but if the situation was serious enough for Sanchez to reach out, he couldn’t ignore it.

“I’ll visit Sanchez’s lair.”

[Go, then.]

He nodded, raised his magic, and snapped his fingers. In an instant, he teleported—and reappeared in a volcanic region.

Wrinkling his nose at the stench of sulfur, Belquior began dismantling the carefully set traps Sanchez had laid.

The traps felt stronger than before—different from the last time he’d been there. When he reached the entrance to the lair, he tilted his head.

“Sanchez.”

Contrary to his expectation of finding Sanchez disheveled and half-asleep, the dragon was surprisingly neat this time. Without even a hint of surprise at Belquior’s sudden appearance, Sanchez scolded him.

“Belquior, I called you ages ago. What took you so long?”

“Oh, my friend! It’s been a while!”

But Sanchez wasn’t alone. Belquior’s face instantly darkened.

“Why is Montella here?”

“Hahaha! That scowl of yours every time you see me! You don’t know how much I’ve missed it over the years!”

With golden hair like a field of wheat and eyes the color of the sunset, Montella was the Dragon of Abundance—loud and boisterous.

He and Sanchez often teamed up to tease Belquior, which was why Belquior hated meeting them together.

As expected, Montella smirked with a mischievous glint in his eyes.

“So, how is it? How does it feel to finally meet the mate you’ve longed for?”

Belquior glared at Sanchez. There was no doubt Sanchez had told him. Sanchez only stuck out his tongue and shrugged.

Trying not to laugh, Sanchez said,

“So, are you getting along well with your mate? I mean, judging by how rarely you’ve come back from that other world, I guess that’s a yes. Did you imprint her yet?”

“…”

“What? You still haven’t done it?! What’s going on? Is something wrong with you?”

Startled by Belquior’s silence, Sanchez stepped closer, checking him over. Belquior pressed his fingers to his brow, frowning.

“She is not my mate.”

“Oh, come on! You’re still saying that? Everyone else knows already—just admit it.”

“That’s right, my friend,” said Montella. “Didn’t you say your mate is human? Human lives pass so quickly—you should hurry. Mark her, and keep her close.”

They were truly open-minded dragons—accepting a human mate so easily.

But Belquior hadn’t come all this way for such nonsense. He cut them off with a firm tone.

“Why did you call me?”

Sanchez and Montella exchanged glances. The joking expressions faded, replaced by seriousness.

Sanchez spoke.

“Tadea is dead.”

“…Tadea?”

Belquior slowly repeated the name of the Dragon of the Snowfields. Tadea had lived peacefully in the northern continent, where snow fell all year round.

As one of the few remaining ancient dragons, his death wasn’t entirely shocking.

“Did he return to nature?”

“He was killed by a Dragon Slayer.”

“How disgraceful.”

Belquior’s expression twisted, golden eyes flashing with anger.

When a dragon dies, its spirit returns to nature. But if slain by a Dragon Slayer, its body is torn apart, denying it rest even in death.

For a dragon who had guarded the land for thousands of years to die such a death—it was a humiliation.

What was strange, however, was that Dragon Slayers hadn’t been active for nearly a thousand years. Even a weakened elder dragon shouldn’t have fallen so easily.

“Has there been a human lately who was born with ‘Destiny’?”

There were two kinds of Dragon Slayers: those who took up the sword to protect humans from mad dragons, and those born with the destiny of a dragonslayer.

The latter appeared naturally when the number of dragons grew too great for the world to sustain—and in such cases, dragons accepted their fate willingly.

Sanchez brewed herbal tea with magic and placed it before Belquior. It gave off a curious scent—both bitter and fragrant at once.

Without touching the tea, Belquior urged Sanchez with his eyes to speak. She continued slowly.

“Remember what I told you before? The half-god Dragon Slayer.”

“Yes.”

“He’s gathering human butchers.”

“Butchers?”

“Swordfighters who’ve made names for themselves in the human world. The destiny of a Dragonslayer hasn’t been passed down—Archaea confirmed it herself.”

Belquior stared silently at the green-tinted tea. If Archaea, the Dragon of Prophecy, had said it, then it was the truth.

“Why did they target Tadea?”

For what purpose? There had to be a reason they killed the ancient Dragon of the Snowfields.

“I didn’t see it myself, but I think that half-god Dragonslayer has some kind of goal.”

Sanchez’s expression darkened. She cracked her long, sharp nails one by one.

“How dare that halfwit, neither god nor human, act without fear of dragons. If he shows himself before me, I’ll tear him to pieces!”

While Sanchez fumed, Belquior turned to Montella.

“Montella, do you know anything about him?”

“I’ve heard rumors from the human world. Seems he’s playing the part of a hero.”

“What do you mean?”

“He travels with humans, hunts monsters, fights in wars, and earns great honors. His mother, I heard, is a noblewoman from the Yorteum Empire.”

The noble status itself didn’t matter. Such human hierarchies had no meaning to dragons.

But at least now Belquior understood what kind of background gave the man his arrogance.

“And which god did he bond with?”

“The Sky God, Moanu,” Montella replied with a sly grin.

“That one’s been acting strange lately, hasn’t he?”

“It’s nothing new. The gods are fickle creatures,” Belquior said, rising to his feet.

Sanchez widened her ruby-like eyes. The dragons’ conversation had only just begun.

“You’re leaving already?”

“Is there more to say?”

“Hahaha! I see—you just can’t stand being away from your mate for even a moment! Ah, youth.”

Belquior ignored Montella’s teasing completely. Before leaving the lair, he asked in a quiet, steady voice,

“Did Tadea… accept his death?”

“He lived long enough.”

That meant he’d died willingly. They hadn’t been close, but Belquior felt a touch of sadness nonetheless.

“Well, I figured you should know what’s happening. Humans always have their eyes on the World Tree, after all. I’ll let you know if I hear more. Now, have a swift day!”

With Sanchez and Montella’s peculiar farewell behind him, Belquior returned to the realm of the World Tree. Yggdrasil immediately asked,

[Why did the Dragon of Arcane Arts call for you?]

“Tadea is dead.”

[…I see.]

Yggdrasil fell silent for a moment. It seemed to be deep in thought, having been closer to the Dragon of the Snowfields than Belquior ever was.

Leaving the tree, Belquior summoned his magic. Golden light spread, forming a “gate,” and a familiar figure appeared beyond it.

“Dew.”

[Yes, Lord Belquior! You called?]

It was Dew, a gargoyle and Belquior’s loyal servant. He looked delighted to have been summoned after so long.

“Stay here for the time being. While I’m away, you’ll serve as gatekeeper.”

[Understood! You can count on me!]

Dew hopped excitedly like a puppy being promised a walk. Belquior paid him no mind and turned back.