Eldritch Creature's Guide

"Nah, hopefully, Yvraine will beat it out of her, and if not, I can still use her as my shield... so I am okey... probably... I think?"

Samiel stated, somewhat unsure of what to say, as they watched the staring contest Yvraine and Estrid were having. It was really becoming uncomfortable just standing there and watching two of them having a staring contest.

"I must say, you are a coward."

Cardinal Karliana provoked him with a smirk, but he didn't fall for her trap and instead ignored her. During the short time he spent with Cardinal Karliana von Kircheisen, he noticed her mischievous nature and that she liked teasing and provoking people; evidently, it was some sort of her hobby.

"I am not interested in being just a living tool for their animosity between each other, not to mention dealing with the hormonal dragon is not the right teacup of coffee for me. So, no thanks, I would prefer to be a coward."

Samiel answered, not really feeling dealing with Estrid or even participating in this mess they were constantly creating. Decisively pulling himself out of this mess between the two of them, as he felt that nothing just trouble would come out of this.

"Good, at least you have some self-preservation. Just remember this feeling throughout your entire life; not every time is it best to rush through the battle and participate in everything, being blinded by greed. Sometimes, it is better to back down and just see how the things will develop."

Karliana said with a weird, sagely voice that didn't really fit her, but he could see the wisdom in her words. She was basically saying to him to use his head and trust his instincts; there is no honor on the battlefield or fight; there are only survivors and victors.

Nothing else matters because, in the end, they are the people who are writing history.

"I challenge you to a duel lizard!"

Suddenly, Samiel heard Yvraine shouting as he was talking with Estrid.

"Then we can solve it right here and now!"

And as expected, Estrid, as a proud Red Dragon, wouldn't back down from the challenge, and she almost instantly accepted her challenge. While Estrid was used to hearing insults from Yvrine, just like Yvraine was used to it from Estrid's side, there was calling a dragon a lizard. It was one of the biggest insults.

"Excellent, then the duel will take place one year from now on!"

Yvraine exclaimed as the dragon girl's expression fell apart, that she had to wait one year for the fight, but in the end, she agreed to the condition, as she used her flames to melt away her frozen legs slowly.

Meanwhile, Samiel dispersed the one on Yvrain's legs, allowing her to move once more. Now that both of them were moving once again, surprisingly, the fight thing they did, wasn't rush at each other, but they went in the opposite direction.

"That escalated quickly... and weirdly... wait a bit..."

Samiel then stopped for a second and looked at Karliana.

"Does this mean this annoyance will be staying here for one whole year?"

He asked with a horrified voice, and not far away from him, Yvraine looked the same when she realized the greatest mistake in her brilliant plan on how to get rid of Estrid.

Not knowing what to do, after that, only Estrid was provocatively grinning at her because she could annoy her rival for one whole year, which was a nice bonus to free accommodation.

She didn't plan to ascend to the higher floors for the time being, and getting nice free accommodation from the Elves sounded nice... not to her tastes. However, it was free, which was an important factor.

Estrid, as Red Dragon, would often go on something which was termed a "lazy mood" for dragons. During that time, they would actually only sleep or lay around, rolling on their piles of gold and doing nothing.

That was what the dragons usually did, especially the stronger ones; for example, it was very common for the Legendary Level dragons to go and sleep even for entire centuries without waking up, while some of the peak Legendary Level dragons could sleep for entire millennia without any problem.

"Now it is decided, Lanlaris; I will be leaving this problematic girl in your care. Just don't forget to feed her, and when you are tired of her, just kick her out, and she will find her way to the higher floors or give her some stupid Quest to get rid of her."

Stated Karliana nonchalantly to High Elven Lord Daragan, who smiled awkwardly at the thought of hosting someone like Estriud for one whole year, while the person who was the subject of their discussion frowned in the back before she shouted at her "caretaker" Karliana.

"Hey! I am a dragon, not a dog!"

She was pretty angry that her caretaker basically described her like one would describe their dog.

"Indeed, you are not... with a dog, there wouldn't be so many problems like with you."

Even Samiel had to agree with this statement.

"Now that everything is solved for now... it would be time to end this so everyone can return to their own devices."

Cardinal Karliana said as she left, and Samiel went to Yvraine, who was looking murderously at Estrid like she wanted to skewer her on huge poles in her dragon form and roast her medium rare.

"So, how confident you are to defeat her?"

He asked while both of them left the training yard; Samiel was helping her to walk because due to him freezing her legs, they still hurt, so he volunteered to help walk her to her room.

"Don't know... maybe yes in one year. Suppose I master some of the spells in the Elemntia Magicae and incorporate them into my combat style. In that case, I will have decent chances of achieving the victory."

Yvraine answered reluctantly because, in the end, she knew that her own power was lacking compared to that of Estrid, especially in her dragon form. She wasn't a monster in combat like Samiel, who could practically go fighting indefinitely due to his special heritage.

That was something he realized only very, very slowly, and most importantly, during his spars with the recruits of the Silvermoon Knight Order, that he was absolutely overpowered. And, of course, after Yvraine had beaten some common sense into him.

In the end, being able to fight in close combat with 10 Level 25 Steel-Tier Knights of the Silvermoon Knight Order for more than 5 hours without a pause was not an everyday occurrence. It was not even an occurrence of the century, but maybe that of millennia.

He never realized the proper extent of his newly found power, but he then found out he was extremely strong.

Him being a partial Eldritch gave him overwhelming speed, strength, and vitality, and coupled with his Lord Class Knight of Niflheim, it was even higher than that. Especially his healing factor, which stemmed from his lineage, made him a killing machine on the battlefield.

One of the main problems for all warriors was their stamina and dealing with injuries. But that was not a problem for Samiel. Due to his lineage and him being a Necromancer, he was developing a combat style specifically suited to him, which would allow him theoretically to fight indefinitely as long as he had enough Undead.

"In the end, you have one year for that... and maybe we can see if you can learn some more simple curses; if you can copy what I did to her, then your fight would progress much smoother."

Samiel said as he offered to teach her some simple curses. While normally, those would be ineffective against someone like Estrid with her Magic and Curse Resistances, but if she followed his example, then she could make them effective.

"That would be good... I will ask someone to find you some Grimoire on Magic related to the concept of Winter, Frost, or Ice as compensation for the Elementia Magicae."

Yvraine said as he nodded, expecting such an outcome. She would always repay him because she didn't like the feeling of owing somebody something.

This was something he didn't really understand because, in his words, "So what if I owe them something? If they are weak, then they could fuck off or die."

As a person who believed in the survival of the fittest, even if he owned somebody something, but that somebody wasn't strong enough to force him to repay the favor, then bey-bey favor forever.

"Sorry for freezing your legs... though it was funny seeing you both so close to each other, attempting to strike, but cannot move an inch."

He said with a small laugh because, for him, it was indeed hilarious. When both Estrid and Yvraine were frozen there, they wanted to attack each other, as they were in relative proximity, but they were out of their reach.

So they tried and tried only to fail; it was amusing to watch... at least for him, in any case.

"It wasn't you, dolt!"

Yvraine smacked him at the back of his head.

'Stupid dense man, stupid, stupid, stupid.'

She cursed at Samiel in her head.

After he dropped her at her room, he just left, which unknowingly to him made Yvraine even angrier, as she sat on her king-sized bed and just sadly looked at the ground without any aim.

"Mother was right... men are idiots."

She muttered in an exhausted voice as he laid down on the bed.

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