I am the Enchantress!

Chapter 163 Are you scared?

One o'clock in the morning.

After a night of noise, the Horse Colt Hotel is now extremely quiet.

Apart from a few simple furnishings, Talia's room contained almost no personal belongings.

The only things that belonged to her were a set of clothes neatly laid out on the table. As for her few gold coins and red dragon scales, they were probably in her pockets.

Wilder sat in the only chair at the table.

Talia sat on the edge of the wooden bed, unconsciously swinging her legs, seemingly having recovered quite a bit from her frostbite.

Tell me about yourself.

In the quiet and empty room, Wilder's words were extremely clear; she couldn't possibly have missed them.

But she remained silent as if she hadn't heard, staring at her toes without uttering a word.

Wilder did not force the issue.

However, just as he was about to give up asking, Talia suddenly spoke up: "Okay."

Wilder, who had slightly lifted his buttocks from the chair, sat back down.

"Um.

He responded softly, leaning his upper body towards her as if listening intently.

The bright moonlight streamed in through the window, outlining a silvery contour at the edges of Talia's hair.

She looked up at Wilder and asked softly, "What do you want to know?"

"Where are you from?" Wilder asked.

"Smoke Peak".

Talia answered simply.

"Well----"

Wilder scratched his head, feeling as if asking the question was pointless.

In this world, he has never heard of any other places besides "Ironweave Town", "Danube City" and the mage capital "Annian".

Smoke Peak?

It's unclear whether it's even on the continent of Edland.

"What place is that?" he asked.

"Hmm—that's an isolated volcanic peak separated by dense forests and a vast ocean. It's covered in reddish-brown rock layers, and the air is thick with the smell of sulfur. The temperature here is many times higher."

Wilder nodded, feeling that he still hadn't gotten any information out of him.

However, based on her description, one can imagine that it does indeed resemble the territory where a red dragon dwells, which fits the stereotype.

so----

"Are you a dragon or a human?"

Wilder asked this crucial question.

Did the dragon turn into a human, or did the human turn into a dragon?

Or perhaps a dragonborn?

In his original body's memories, this world had a race called "Dragonborn".

However, these humanoid creatures, which are half-human and half-dragon, are not children born from dragons and humans as one might imagine. Instead, they are a species created by extremely powerful dragons through magic.

They are born upright, have no dragon lineage, but have dragon scales on their bodies and possess some of the abilities of dragons.

Dragonborn are typically created as warriors of dragons; they are born to be the most powerful servants of true dragons.

However, it is said that some dragon descendants who die or are abandoned will gradually integrate into human society, but this is very rare.

At least in a small place like Ironweave, Wilder had never found it.

Talia is probably not a dragonborn.

Because the destiny of the Dragonborn is that they can neither become dragons nor humans, but can only remain in a state between the two for their entire lives.

This is quite similar to the fate of half-elves.

"I am a red dragon, not a human."

Talia's answer interrupted Wilder's endless thinking, providing the most direct response.

Wilder swallowed hard, remaining silent for a long while.

Although he had already deduced this answer when he rescued Talia in the border forest last night.

But Wilder was still shocked when she said it herself.

Surprisingly—

it is true.

Are you scared?

"Talia suddenly asked."

Those crimson eyes blinked gently, barely visible through the blurry vision.

"I'm not afraid."

Wilder answered without hesitation.

That's the truth; at least when Talia was in human form, he wasn't afraid.

If it were in its red dragon form, then maybe...

In a daze, he recalled the scene of being chased by Talia in her dragon form that day, running back and forth in the forest.

She must have finished collecting the plants for the bounty mission and was preparing to return to Ironweave Town when she found him on the ground.

Remembering that Wilde had said he wanted to see a dragon, I chased after him, wanting him to see it clearly.

At that time, he had no idea that it was Talia, so he kept running in the opposite direction. As a result, he ran and she chased, and they chased each other back and forth in that open space.

Thinking of that scene, Wilder couldn't help but chuckle.

"What are you laughing at?"

Talia was puzzled.

Wilder told her the reason.

She raised her head and rested her chin on her slender, white index finger, which was visible even in the darkness, as if recalling the scene from that time.

A few seconds later, she smiled softly.

"You didn't know it was me back then."

"Of course I don't know," Wilder nodded.

"When did you find out?" she asked.

"I found you in the border forest. You were unconscious. I noticed that the wounds on your body matched the fighting techniques of the investigation team—"

Wilder stopped mid-sentence.

I discovered the wounds on her body —

Doesn't that mean he's seen her body?

"So that's how it is."

Talia simply reached out and touched her lower abdomen, seemingly unconcerned, which relieved Wilder.

Come to think of it, dragons are usually naked.

"So back then—" Talia asked, "were you scared?"

"Afraid."

"oh----"

"I'm afraid you'll die."

Wilder smiled.

Why is she always worrying about whether she's scared or not?