VOLUME 6 Chapter 9

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"Mister Zergel Von Hornheim, originally from a little town in Geraldia... a Rank B Adventurer registered in the Schon Adventurer's Association with over a few hundred expeditions under his name and known to be one of the most efficient travelers of this continent."

The man in a black suit and red tie loomed over the pigman like an encroaching shadow, the thinly lit room only had a single bulb to light it up and a clear glass behind the Agent.

"For an Outworlder, you speak Zargord very fine."

"Thank you, it is a requirement for Agents of the United Nations to have the Translation Skill, though I didn't know it works that good, to us, we just hear clear cut American English or whatever language the person is most accustomed with."

"And? Why do I have to be cuffed? I helped one of your Generals to reach this Kingdom."

"Because we'd like to know the nature of the Dragon God Bahamut. So far, we've had no problem with her as she has been mostly a lenient pet of the General who has kept her form to that of a... small Kitten sized Void Dragon."

"Void Dragon?"

"Void or Black Dragon or Metallic Dragon is the name we gave to her kind. The types of Dragons that don't truly live in the mortal world but the one above it, it is also known that they're capable of going to different worlds. Hence their ability to return even after getting killed."

Inside the glass window is a secret room where a bunch of soldiers and agents are listening in on the conversation. "Yea, fucking Devs. That was just an excuse using the Lore of the game so that they can make Bahamut and the other Black Dragons a permanent world boss. Heh." inside the interrogation room, Zergel was visibly stern and not afraid of the shadowy well dressed human agent in front of him.

"And?"

"And, I want to know. Has she said anything about us? Or any other human?"

"No."

"Mhm... and since she gained this... form. What can you tell me about her behavior? Is she open? Friendly? Accepting?"

"She has been indifferent. The Dragon Lady is a being way above us. I don't bother to try to decipher her unlike you humans who seem to be so keen on finding the answer to everything."

"Okay... I'll try not to get into the philosophical part of it, but has she said anything that one could say is a threat or an endangerment to others?"

"No."

"Really? Even things that are not related to General Jackson."

"The Werewolves and the Demon races that had a bad look on her Master."

"Uh huh, and nothing else?"

"As I said, Bahamut is a creature beyond us. Why are you trying so hard to unravel her like a book?"

"I'm merely just doing my part. In terms of orders? Does she follow the General's orders to the tee or have met them with resistance?"

"Don't tell me humans are truly serious with this."

"Just answer the questions, Mister Hornheim."

"Look, you aren't going to control her just as an insect cannot control its predator. The least you can do is pay tribute to her and be happy that she's wasting time in this realm to be with a mortal creature."

"Mister Hornheim."

The man's wording and tone was more stern and serious. The veil of a threat lingering behind him.

"She follows his orders. But Jackson often words his orders to her in a more open way, leading to many creative ways for her to do his bidding."

"Mhm... alright."

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