A Trashes Way To Saving The World

Chapter 3: Saving A Dragon (1)

The villa belonging to the Viscount was where the black dragon was being tortured at.

While it was labeled as the Viscount's villa on the outside, in reality, it belonged to Marquis Stan, the person responsible for making the black dragon go crazy.

The viscount of this territory was nothing more than a dog licking the heel of Marquis Stan's shoe, obeying every command it's given to by its master.

In the mountain behind the villa hides the cave with the black dragon.

The black dragon will cause a mana explosion and send the cave and the mountain flying, as the basic knowledge the god of death gave him. Cale couldn't let the explosion the dragon is going to make get in his way so he will save it.

It would be good if the black dragon decided to follow him since that will help a lot however Cale knew that the dragon being raised abused by humans would definitely despise him even if he saved it.

Even if the dragon did not follow him, Cale will be happy with just freeing the dragon. Being restrained and confined all his life while abused, wouldn't the dragon want freedom?

However....

Venion Stan. The second one of the Marquis Stan family. He was a lunatic who killed his own brother for succession and tortured a dragon for fun while also trying to tame it.

"Tsk."

Was he dumb? Mentally retarded?

Cale's eyebrows furrowed as he puckered his lips. There was no way to tame a dragon. They are great and mighty beings that are extremely prideful and arrogant.

Such mighty beings would not bow down to a mere human- or anyone really- even if they were tortured.

Haa... Well, he is dumb. He got shits for brains for fucks sake!

Rubbing one side of his temples as he sits on a log he found with Grace resting by his side, Cale's brow and ear twitched.

Rustle-

Rustle-

A carridge was rushing towards his direction in high-speed. Cale's hair stood up as he suddenly had a bad feeling.

That bad feeling he had being proven right in no time at all.

An old man who could not manage to avoid the carriage, fall down on the road. The carriage continuing to travel down the road like it was not going to stop.

There was a flag hanging on that carriage. A red snake. It was the symbol of Marquis Stan. Cale stared blankly before sighing and getting up to which Grace who was resting got up as well.

"Hide somewhere."

Cale ordered Grace as she gallops away and he secures his hood on more. He certainly did not want to see Venion and say some pleasantries and flattery.

Whoosh--

Vanishing with a 'whoosh' and becoming one with the wind, Cale swiftly picks the old man up on the street with him as he hides somewhere out of Venion's sight.

Rustle. Rustle.

As the carridge rides through without stopping, after being extra sure Venion wouldn't turn the carridge back, Cale supported the old man out the hiding spot as Grace comes out as well.

Grace leans on to his touch as Cale strokes and pats Grace well done before glancing at the old man.

"Old man. You are you okay? Did I hurt you by mistake?"