Chapter 223.1 – Beneath the Dragon’s Eyes III
Beneath the Dragoneye Moons
I woke up after a nice, long sleep, and had the urge to do a nice, big stretch and yawn.
I remembered where, exactly, I was, and immediately clamped down on that instinct. I looked down to where I should be, only to see dirt, some leaves that had fallen on me while I slept, and a few crushed berries.
I was still invisible - but in my carelessness, Iâd left some traces behind. Crushed berries didnât come out of nowhere, and now I was going to be leaking blue goo, which [Tracks-be-gone] was going to have to work overtime on, reducing the skillâs useful life.
Heck, thinking about it - traipsing through the garden with barely a care in the world was making [Tracks-be-gone] work extra-hard. A footstep on stone was erased in an instant, practically no mana used. Dirt footsteps?
Dirt impressions on the ground where Iâd been sleeping?
Oops didnât begin to cover it.
I checked that the coast was clear, that no elementals were near and like, looking at me, then I scuttled out from the bushes, carefully not touching any of the branches. I wasnât fully successful, as not being able to see myself at all didnât help with the finer points of moving around without touching anything. Still, minimal harm was done. Even as I winced after breaking a âbranchâ of the blueberry bush, I watched it knit and repair itself, the skill working hard.
Iâd need to seriously consider a full stealth class for my 3rd class. Being properly stealthy was invaluable, although my current combination of sneakery was using three different elements at once. Mirage, Sound, and Wood.
Thoughts for another day.
However, thoughts for today - I had [Sneaking]. I was willing to bet Iâd been offered an upgraded version, even if I couldnât see the notification yet. I was going to try something crazy.
I was going to see if I could accept a skill that I hadnât seen the notification of. After all, Iâd technically gotten the new skill - I just hadnât seen the notification.
I willed myself to accept the upgraded [Sneaking] skill - making sure I tried to get whatever one was best for the current situation - and took a quick peek at my status.
[Avoiding The Dragon's Eyes] met my eye, and I pumped my fist. Eking out little bits of survival, here and there!
I didnât think anything else could easily be upgraded, but Iâd take what I could get.
My level was doing good things to boot! Amazing experience here. My [Oath] was also skyrocketing, everything multiplying with each other in the most satisfying way.
I chewed my lips before coming to a decision. Iâd been wearing [Tracks-be-gone] for a while now, and the more time I spent in the orchard the worse itâd be. I was going to be here quite a long time to boot, LunâKatâs injuries were extensive, and my healing wasnât doing much. I took my well-abused backpack, slung it in front of me, and started looting, only hitting up trees and bushes in a direct line between where Iâd gone to sleep, and the exit to the orchard.
Apples made up the bottom layer, followed by oranges and bananas - all fruits that I could eat whole, that wouldnât leave evidence that [Tracks-be-gone] would need to erase. I wasnât looking forward to eating the peels, but push was meeting shove and survival was paramount. I sprinkled the top with some softer berries. The entire time I tried to walk softly, to step in areas with harder, more packed dirt. Needing to dodge the occasional elemental was just the cherry on top. Fortunately for me, the dryad wasnât around right now.
With one last look of longing at the stand of mango trees, and the forbidden, uneaten fruit, I left the orchard, vowing that Iâd get some sort of repayment from LunâKat for her effectively denying me gastrointestinal bliss.
I made my way back to the main lair, where the sun was streaming in from the hole in the ceiling. The sun lit up the floor, slowly moving towards LunâKat.
Thinking about it - I hadnât tried it before, but could [Wheel of Sun and Moon] work on indirect sunlight?
I snuck closer to LunâKat, and tried to activate the skill, focusing on healing her snout. I had no such luck.
I looked at the sun, slowly creeping across the floor. I refrained from sighing.
Being able to work on LunâKat twice per day was going to make this take forever, and dramatically increased the risk that sheâd wake up, Iâd get caught, roast Elaine, yada yada yada.
Of course, if I went and directly touched her, the same thing would happen. Dragon wakes up, Elaine-on-a-claw, Elaine-in-the-maw, and then Iâd see what the afterlife normally looked like. Noooo thank you. If I was that suicidal, I wouldâve let the Shluggoth eat me. I was here because I wanted to live.
No. I was going to do this the slow way. It was [Oath]-approved. She was being actively treated, she was getting better. I was here, and doing what I deemed reasonable to leave both patient and doctor alive and well in the end.
While I couldnât directly heal LunâKat right now, there were other things I could do. I slowly, carefully circled her, noting every injury I could see. Every cracked scale, every bent horn. The lightning scars and broken wing, the nasty cuts and missing claws.
For each injury, I catalogued it, then started to make a medical plan. How would I treat it? What was wrong with LunâKat? What would be needed to fix it? Each injury, each plan of action, I knew Iâd be able to easily retrieve with [Pristine Memories].
I was maybe a quarter of the way through the process when the sun started to reach LunâKat. I stopped my diagnosis, and got into position.
LunâKat had shifted around somewhat, and her tail was now lower on Mt. Loot. It was enough for the sun to reach her sooner, which allowed me to heal her sooner.
I grabbed the first set of injuries I wanted to handle, and with my pre-made image, immediately blew through all my mana healing it. Without a momentâs hesitation, I sprinted - as softly as I could - over to the Arcanite pillar Iâd used last night. I still believed that my [Scintillating Ascent] wings, being made out of Radiance, would destroy my invisibility and strip one of the tiny bits of protection I had. Sure, given LunâKatâs incredibly high level, it was probably more like a paper sign saying âNobody is hereâ, but I never knew. Every little bit helped.
Then again, there was an argument for blowing my invisibility, and using my wings to fly. Iâd be quieter, and faster, which would get me out of here sooner. At the same time, if LunâKat stirred, she might notice me as a result, especially with the great big glowing wings, saying âINTRUDER HERE!â LunâKat was probably the greatest illusionist in the world, and might be able to detect my weak invisibility that I had going for me.
I didnât know which decision was correct, but I made it, and I was going to stick with it until new information changed my mind.
Knowing the little âtrickâ to it, how the Arcanite âresistedâ and needed a little âtwistâ, I was able to pull mana faster this time, before running back over to LunâKat.
A combination of the sun moving slightly differently across the sky, my pre-planning and determination, and LunâKatâs tail being lower on Mt. Loot all in all meant that I got fifteen healing sessions in this time, instead of the two I got in last night.
LunâKat shifted three times while I was healing her. I didnât let it bother me - sheâd either see me, or she wouldnât. I was dead if she saw me, and alive if she didnât. I had achieved a state of serenity about it.
I didnât draw mana from the pillar while she was moving though. Too risky. She might be able to feel me âtuggingâ on it, and wake all the way up.
Either way, fifteen rounds of healing later, and the sunâs light was too high for me to reach without flying. It was nicely on LunâKat though, and I started to hear dragon-sized purrs come from her as she bathed in the sun.
First she acted like a princess, now like a cat. It was hard to reconcile her with the living incarnation of terror and destruction Iâd seen devastating the countryside.
Now that I was done healing, I wanted to make myself scarce. Which meant the main lair was out of the question. Iâd love to see what sheâd done with her herb and flower gardens, but the dirt problem was rearing its ugly head again. That, and I couldnât possibly justify going there - it would solely be for my own curiosity. It didnât help LunâKat at all.
No, sadly, tragically, if I wanted to help LunâKat Iâd need to visit her absolutely massive library. Woe is me. I wanted to see if I could find some books on dragon anatomy, to study them and see if I could improve my healing speed.
I practically skipped to the library, staying all-too-aware that being too loud could break [Muffle], and that I was still deep in the lair of a dragon. I did throw the occasional [Sunrise] at myself, figuring that I should seize the moment to eke out every last level possible.
Still! A chance to legitimately look through a dragonâs hoard of knowledge! I was so happy I could sing!
Naturally, Iâd memorized exactly which side-entrance had the books. I approached it, and slowed to a stop.
Did LunâKat guard her knowledge as fiercely as everything else? Were there wards and security on the books? Enchantments to stop bookworms from eating everything? Elementals dusting, and patrolling around?
Little spells to slap butterflies trying to eat the books, who wanted nothing more than to snack on some delicious knowledge?
I hesitated, looking around.
Inscriptions covered large amounts of LunâKatâs lair. Whatever they were doing, they hadnât detected a pest like me yet. The doorway to the library looked just like every other side-passage in LunâKatâs lair. There wasnât a layer of special Inscriptions or anything.
Was getting a chance to see LunâKatâs library worth the risk of getting caught and eaten? Couldnât be riskier than covertly trying to heal A DRAGON!
I had to stifle a laugh, biting down on my lower lip.
HA! Of course it was worth the risk!
I gleefully entered the library, looking up in awe. It was like a normal library, except everything was scaled up to be dragon-sized. The shelves, hallways, scrolls and books were all of a size for LunâKat to easily read - which meant they were nearly twice my size, and reinforced to boot. The worldâs slowest ball of dust rolled through the hallways, a small, compressed cleaner, the winds being more like a puff of air.
Grabbing the most powerful elemental around wasnât always the right call it seemed.
I had full confidence that I could pull a fairy, or a little mouse, and slowly turn the extra-extra large pages using my full body, one at a time, and read the words inside, drink the tasty nectar of knowledge, all while dodging the questionably alert sentinels.
I was being careful. I didnât want to touch anything, not until Iâd found what I was looking for. I was an unattended kid in a candy shop, told to only grab one bag of licorice. It wasnât what I wanted to do, but itâs what I should do.
Yet, even as I scanned the titles of the books on the lowest level, two things jumped out at me.
The first was the symbols were completely unrecognizable. I knew how to read, but this was written with an entirely different alphabet. It might be the same language - unlikely - but I was screwed either way if I didnât know the alphabet.
The second was the Inscriptions Iâd be concerned about. They were written around the edges of every bookshelf, layers of some type of protection near the book. LunâKat had placed the protections practically on top of the books, instead of securing the entire library.
The third, naturally, were any elementals or other guardians LunâKat might have around.
Still. I was undaunted, and had nothing better to do. Then again, given the chance to browse a dragonâs library, I donât think Iâd ever have something better to do.
The titles on the books remained disappointing, and occasionally thereâd be a stack of scrolls on the lower shelf. I tried to see inside of them, to check if they were worth risking the security system or not - for all I knew the âsecurityâ was really just anti-bug, anti-decay Inscriptions - but they were either dark, or written in the same unknown language.
Up and down the aisles I went, searching for books that I could read. Iâd take anything at this point, even if it wasnât dragon anatomy!
Although, I really should be focusing on dragon anatomy. It was a little harder to justify why I was here, if it wasnât to help LunâKat.
Then again - if I was going to die screaming if I was caught either way, why not read a few things to pass the time?
Row after row, book after book, and I was starting to despair that Iâd find anything written in a language I knew. From what Iâd gathered, I spoke a language I was calling âCreationâ - the language all living things whoâd been created on Pallos had dumped into their head. As Night had said, heâd been given a full language when created, and it was the reason the dwarves and I shared a tongue.
I wouldâve expected the dragons to also have been born with the language, and assuming LunâKatâs moons werenât hereditary, sheâd been around almost as long as Night had. Yet, none of her books were in the language. The only thing I could think of, was that dragons had decided that they didnât want to speak the same language as everyone else, and invented their own. Or maybe LunâKat wrote all her books in a cipher, that only she could understand.
Either way, as I hit the wall in the library, marking the end of the shelves - I had nothing to read.
Head low, bitterly cursing LunâKat out, I headed back to the main lair. No mangoes. No books. No fun way to pass the time. All this risk, and for what? A few measly levels?