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◈ My Girlfriend Returned as a Dragon ◈

Chapter 39: Oppa’s “Thing” Is Broken?

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How long had I been unconscious?

My mind was still hazy, and I felt as though I were caught somewhere between a dream and reality.

What had happened before I passed out?

Right.

After barely finishing the raid, I had come to Rokan’s lair to recover from the aftereffects of using Dragon Speech, then lost consciousness.

Then was this Rokan’s lair?

As my muddled thoughts began to clear, my eyes naturally opened as well.

“Ugh...”

The first thing I saw was the familiar ceiling of Rokan’s lair.

When I turned my head, I realized I was lying in a bed I had never seen before.

Rokan was nearby, and when I looked the other way, I saw Sia on a large monitor.

[Oppa! Are you okay? Does anything hurt?]

The moment I let out a small groan and began sitting up, Sia urgently called out to check on me.

“Yeah. My whole body’s just tired and sore. I think I’ll be fine after resting.”

[Whew, that’s a relief.]

After reassuring Sia, I turned to Rokan.

“Rokan, how much time has passed since I collapsed?”

“About three days.”

I had been unconscious for that long?

It was the first time I had ever been out for so long, so I was quite shocked.

As I sat there blankly with a foolish expression, Rokan pushed me back onto the bed.

“You still need to rest. Do nothing for the next few days and recover properly.”

Then Rokan told me what had happened before and after I lost consciousness.

On the day I went to raid the Dragon Sword Garden, Sia had become worried when the time I promised to contact her had long passed without a message.

She had used Tracking Magic to find the Gate I had entered.

As soon as she arrived, Sia saw that the Gate’s raid conditions and rank had changed. She immediately called Rokan and asked for his help.

However, even as dragons, they had no way to force their way into the Gate.

So Rokan and Sia had waited endlessly in front of it, preparing for the worst while trying to find another way.

That had been the best they could do then.

A few hours later, the Gate opened sooner than expected.

Sia and Rokan had watched me from a distance, still prepared for anything.

Sia knew that if she met me directly while I was in that state, it would only make things worse.

After confirming that I had survived, Rokan came running as soon as he saw me Teleport to his lair.

But I had lost consciousness in that brief moment.

And although it still did not feel real, three days had already passed since then.

Hearing everything that had happened made my chest tighten.

“Thank you, Sia. Really, thank you.”

[No. If things were reversed, you would’ve done the same for me. I’m just glad you seem okay.]

Perhaps she could finally relax now. Sia smiled brightly.

But when I looked closely, her eyes were bloodshot.

Like someone who had not slept for days.

“By the way, Sia. You didn’t stay up all night, did you?”

[No, not that much. I just slept a little less than usual.]

But the way she froze for a moment made it obvious that she was lying. Rokan immediately corrected her.

“She stayed awake. For all three days you were unconscious. She kept saying, ‘What if he wakes up at dawn?’”

Rokan had tried to persuade her to get some sleep, even if it was late, saying he would watch over me during the day. But Sia had stubbornly refused, insisting that she wanted to stay awake.

Now that her lie had been exposed, Sia awkwardly looked away.

“You should’ve slept no matter what, Sia.”

[But... I was worried.]

Her cheeks reddened with embarrassment, and she complained in that cute, sulky voice of hers.

I found her unbearably lovely.

The thought that I might never have seen that lovely side of her again if I had failed the raid sent a chill down my spine.

“Now that you’ve seen Minjun wake up, can you go to sleep?”

[I’ll stay a little longer. Just a little. Oppa only just woke up.]

Sia complained like a child who did not want to go to bed.

“Sia, listen to your grandfather. If someone goes three days without sleep, their mind probably won’t be right.”

[I’m fine. Dragons can go more than a week without sleeping.]

Sia smiled and met my eyes, as if to reassure me.

Right, Sia was a dragon...

“Still, it’s not good for you. Shasha, listen to your grandfather. Go on.”

[Hmph. I’m all grown up too.]

But no matter how much she claimed to be grown up, to Rokan, she was still his tiny, adorable granddaughter.

Rokan gently tried to persuade Sia again.

In the end, Sia muttered something that sounded like a complaint toward Rokan, then turned off the camera after telling me to call whenever I got bored.

After that, I regained some strength by drinking the potion Rokan gave me.

Once I had finished eating, Rokan asked about what had happened inside the Gate, just as I expected.

“I did not want to question someone who was ill earlier, but I think it is time. What exactly happened inside that Gate?”

“It’s... a long story.”

Starting with my battle against the Sword’s Lingering Will in the Dragon Sword Tomb, I told him every detail about how I came to use Dragon Speech.

At first, Rokan seemed interested in the story of the Emperor who had wielded the Dragon Bone Sword.

But when I told him that I had met the Emperor and used Dragon Speech, his expression changed.

“No matter how I think about it, it is impossible.”

“Pardon?”

“I have always told you that you possess extraordinary talent, but this goes beyond that. No matter how talented you are, this should be impossible.”

Rokan shook his head as though he could not believe it.

But had he not checked the Gate’s raid conditions himself?

“I... don’t know either. But I only told you exactly what happened in there.”

“Hmm. It seems you misunderstood me. I am not saying I do not believe you. I am saying that, without some special variable, it should be impossible in theory. Did the camera record anything?”

At Rokan’s words, I took out the camera and checked whether it had captured me using Dragon Speech.

If it had, I could just show him.

Unfortunately, there was no footage from the moment I met Minos onward, including the scene where I used Dragon Speech.

Had the power gone out somewhere along the way?

“...Would you like to see the other footage?”

The scene of me using Dragon Speech had not been recorded, but there might be another clue in the video.

Rokan took the camera and went through the footage beside me.

“This certainly was not an ordinary Gate.”

As he continued watching, Rokan replayed a certain part and frowned.

“The owner of this tomb must have rigged something in his own tomb.”

Rigged something?

When I looked confused, Rokan sighed.

“I will have to go there myself to find out exactly what sort of trick he set up. You must be exhausted, so let us leave it at that for today.”

Rokan tucked the blanket around me himself before adding,

“I do not think you should meet Shasha this week. Focus on recovering here for the next few days.”

“Thank you...”

I had wanted to regain my strength and enjoy a date with Sia.

It was disappointing.

Sia probably felt the same way.

“Rokan.”

I suddenly remembered something I had forgotten and called out to him.

“There’s something I didn’t get to tell Sia earlier because I was out of it... The sword broke.”

Ever since it had broken, the matter had weighed on my mind.

I did not know how Sia would feel, but I was deeply sorry and upset.

After all, it was the first meaningful gift she had given me after we reunited.

It was also the sword that had revealed a talent I had not even known I possessed.

Of course I could not stop thinking about the fact that I had broken it.

“The sword Shasha gave you?”

“Yes. I’m sorry, but I was wondering if you could repair it.”

I took the broken Dragon Bone Sword out of my pocket dimension.

I could ask Sia to repair it herself, but then she would learn that I had broken it.

“I will examine the sword. For now, rest.”

After casting Recovery Magic on me one last time, Rokan left.

* * *

The next morning.

As soon as Sia woke up, she contacted Rokan to check on Minjun’s condition.

Rokan turned the camera toward Minjun to show her that he was asleep.

Normally, he would have been awake by then, but his body had not fully recovered yet.

Since she had contacted him, Rokan also told her about the conversation he had had with Minjun while she was asleep.

And then...

[...So it seems he is very upset that the sword you gave him broke.]

He told her that Minjun’s Dragon Bone Sword had broken.

From Minjun’s perspective, the best outcome would have been for Rokan to repair the sword quietly without telling Sia.

But Rokan knew that if he kept it from his granddaughter and she found out later, she would be very hurt.

So although he felt sorry for Minjun, Rokan had no choice but to tell Sia.

Besides, the broken Dragon Bone Sword Minjun had handed over was severely damaged, making it difficult to repair.

It was not an ordinary sword, but a Dragon Bone Sword containing a dragon’s power. Even if he repaired it, Rokan could not guarantee that it would perform as well as before.

“He should’ve just told me. It’s only a sword. I could give him as many as he wants...”

[I think so too, but Minjun may still be worried.]

Would it not be stranger for him not to care when a precious gift from someone he loved had been damaged?

[That is why I think you should give Minjun a new sword.]

“I should. But I don’t think I have any more Dragon Bone Swords.”

She had countless other famous swords, but the Dragon Bone Sword she had given Minjun was the only one she had.

Should she make a sword for Minjun herself while she had the chance?

Wait.

“Why didn’t I think of that?”

She cried out excitedly.

What if she transformed into her true form, removed one of her own ribs, polished it, and made a sword from it herself?

At that brilliant idea, which came to her like a miracle, Sia’s face began to fill with excitement.

Of course, from a human perspective, it was an utterly incomprehensible way of thinking.

To cut out one’s own bone, turn it into a sword, and give it to one’s lover. What a horrifying thought.

But that was only from a human perspective.

To dragons, it was no big deal at all.

Their values differed from humans’, but more importantly, cutting out one of their own living bones was not difficult for them.

Undo Polymorph, use magic to neatly remove one rib, cast Recovery Magic, and that was all.

With proper Anesthetic Magic, she would barely feel any pain while removing the bone.

Compared to ordinary pain humans knew, it would be about as painful as getting an injection.

Naturally, she could endure that much for Minjun whenever necessary.

If anything, she regretted not giving him a sword made from her own bone sooner.

But there was one concern.

“Grandfather, would that really be okay...?”

[What do you mean?]

“It would still be a bone containing my power. What if that power affects oppa...?”

Their energies were fundamentally incompatible, which was why they were avoiding meeting each other.

Sia worried that a Dragon Bone Sword made from her own bone might negatively affect Minjun.

Fortunately, it did not seem likely that what she feared would happen.

[It will contain only a trace of your power, so it will be fine. No, it may even be better because of that.]

“Better...?”

[Yes. That sword may serve as a kind of vaccination.]

What if Minjun were continuously exposed to tiny amounts of her energy and became a little more accustomed to her unique presence?

Rokan thought it might work like a vaccine.

Of course, even Rokan could not guarantee the results, since this was unfamiliar territory for him as well.

Still, he believed the chance of an accident was extremely low.

At most, Minjun might feel dizzy for a brief moment now and then.

That much should be manageable for him.

[There may be side effects of that degree, but I believe the benefits outweigh the drawbacks.]

“I see!”

That gave her another reason to make Minjun a sword from her own bone.

“Thank you, Grandfather! Good night!”

[Sleep well, Shasha.]

With that, Rokan headed to his bedroom to sleep.

Sia looked at Minjun sleeping peacefully on the monitor and sank into happy contemplation.

‘A sword carved from my bone... It’ll be the only sword like it in the world.’

What gift could be more meaningful than that?

Unlike other dragons who made Dragon Bone Swords from their own bones at least once out of curiosity, Sia had never done so.

And now she had an opportunity like this.

This was surely divine guidance.

“Hehe.”

The person she loved would always carry her bone close to him and grow together with it.

What could be more wonderful?

“How should I make it so my oppa will like it?”

Thinking about making a special sword unlike any other for Minjun, Sia could not stop smiling.

Naturally, Minjun had no idea that she was making such plans.

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