Past Arc ③
Second part of today's session
Gyuliedistadies is still young among dragons.
Thus, his anger over this incident is intense.
Against humans who abducted a dragon child, and against the dragon upper echelons who hesitated, as if showing mercy to such humans.
Why not simply erase entire nations that commit such atrocities?
That was Gyuliedistadies's unvarnished truth.
To dragons, all beings outside their kind are equally inferior.
To a dragon, born certain to one day reach the divine realm, a fragile creature that dies before even approaching divinity—what else could such a being be but inferior? Gyuliedistadies did not know.
Dragons are the ruling species. Supreme. The ultimate.
If one serves the dragon, that is acceptable. A race that dares to spit upon its dragon, however, deserves extinction.
To limit the punishment to the nation alone—does that not reflect mercy?
Gyuliedistadies believes so. Yet the decision made by the higher echelons surpasses even that. It borders on warmth. Almost too gentle.
—Chuff.
A sharp, irritated click of the tongue.
Gyuliedistadies currently resides in human form.
Though young, he has already reached the domain of the divine. Shifting forms is trivial.
Even though the human form is vastly smaller than his true shape, he shifts effortlessly.
Gyuliedistadies, in human guise, walks through a city built by humans.
His purpose: to locate the missing child.
Act with utmost care to avoid troubling humans while maintaining human form.
Engaging in destructive activities is strictly prohibited.
This was the directive issued from above.
Ineffective.
This level of caution is excessive.
With his power, Gyuliedistadies could collapse a nation with ease.
It would be simple to destroy a nation as a demonstration, ensuring humans never attempt such foolishness again.
Gyuliedistadies already knows the location of the abducted child.
As the dragon most skilled in spatial manipulation, locating a being of similar nature is trivial.
Yet he remains inactive.
According to the directives of the dragon hierarchy, the matter must be resolved through human agency, if possible.
Rescuing the child would be simple.
But if the abductor is human, then the responsibility must fall upon humans.
Rescue the child taken by human hands.
That was the conclusion reached by the dragon’s upper echelon.
Gyuliedistdies existed as a contingency—activated only if the child faced imminent danger. Otherwise, it was to remain dormant.
Gyuliedistdies resented this.
The air in human cities further aggravated its disposition.
Vehicles emitted exhaust. Buildings compressed the sky. Humans filled the streets, walking with arrogant confidence.
All of it declared, unmistakably, that this was a human city—provoking an irritation beyond measure.
It was understandable, then, that the urge to obliterate everything might surge.
To comprehend why the upper echelon permitted such beings to roam freely was impossible.
The feelings Gyuliedistdies experienced were not unfamiliar to dragons.
Dragons generally believe their own kind to be the supreme existence, destined to rule the world.
Thus, many dragons find it internally amusing that inferior beings—humans—exist under dragon dominion rather than maintaining autonomous self-governance.
The difference between Gyuliedistdies and the upper echelon lies solely in awareness.
Whether or not they recognize that certain entities exist beyond even a dragon’s reach.
A youth collides with Gyuliedistdies’ shoulder.
Male, part of a young couple.
The youth notices nothing, continues walking, laughing with his companion.
Gyuliedistdies’ anger ignites instantly.
An inferior being struck him and walked away without acknowledgment.
Such humiliation could not be tolerated.
Gyuliedistdies’ pent-up frustration surged. He moved to kill the reckless youth.
A single blow to the crown of the head was enough to end a fragile human life.
The scene should have unfolded in an instant—youth’s head shattering into fragments.
"Warning. Physical interference with primitive lifeforms is prohibited."
A hand gently grasped Gyuliedistdies’ wrist.
Though it seemed merely resting upon his limb, his motion ceased entirely.
He recoiled in shock—his body would not obey.
"What—!?"
The words escaped him, unformed, incomprehensible even to himself.
"Hostile action by Dragonkind against primitive lifeforms detected. Proceeding would violate assigned mission parameters. Initiating elimination protocol."
The figure grasped the meaningless question mark of Gyriedis Todis, stating matter-of-factly, as if verifying facts.
Eyes like glass beads, devoid of emotion.
A gaze no different from that reserved for trash.
Gyriedis Todis did not know.
That existence beyond dragons—equal or greater—existed in the world.
On this day, Gyriedis Todis encountered.
A celestial combat species, high-tier seraphic individual, renegade angel named Syriel.
A killing weapon known as the goddess—slayer of gods.