Trapped in Another World With No Magic

Chapter 118: The Strength of the Fievegal

Vaergraes, Kera'tai, and Daniel stare up at the largest living dragon in the known world, the male greater dragon known as Neith. He aided in the seemingly mundane task of skinning an apparently especially powerful weisperant masonrahm, which is the mana-mutated wall-breaking beasts Daniel faced at Fort Peony. This individual, due to a string of catastrophic victories against subjugation groups from Mattarglos, grew even stronger, earning itself a name from the populace of Mattarglos; Tyror.

Tyror fell when Daniel used a polonium grenade to interrupt its magic, granting him an opening to fall back and use the 20mm anti-dragon rifle to finish it off.

Daniel suddenly twitches, and Kera'tai looks up at him. "Did you figure it out, Daniel?"

Daniel chuckles. "Yeah, I suspect so." All three of the others, which includes the dragon in question, look at Daniel. Daniel replies, "I should have known better. It's been a while since I worked with radioactive contamination to this extent."

"Contamination?" asks Neith.

Daniel nods. "Mm-hmm. The polonium powder was in ol' Tyror's fur."

Neith looks at his foreclaws -his hands-.

"You mean to say so little of the polonium is enough to negate my magic?"

Daniel nods. "Seems that way. The flip side is, mana seems to have an inversely proportional effect on the half-life of the radioactive materials, and polonium is short to begin with. Doephluev's harness uses plutonium, and it has already stopped blocking her magic a week ago."

This surprises everyone. "Wh-What?" asks Kera'tai at a whisper. "Sh-Shouldn't... Shouldn't that be concerning?"

"How so?" asks Daniel innocently. She and Vaergraes both narrow their eyes at him, and he sighs. "Fine. But, if you must know, she has had me at her mercy, and she knew it, during the ruins dive we did."

Kera'tai and Vaergraes both sigh. The former demon queen remarks, "It's a wonder anyone sees you as a threat sometimes, Daniel..."

"Whaaat? I have great taste in people."

The three others scoff, and they allow him that point. Daniel asks, "Neith, are you able to fly without magic?"

The grey dragon nods once. "Yes, my Liege. I will not be quite as fast, but I shall return under my own strength. Do not wait for me."

"Daniel..." starts Vaergraes. "If Sir Neith is... flying back under his own strength, and since the shuttle would not be able to carry it..." She looks at the fur of the powerful beast known as Tyror.

Daniel looks to Neith. "Do you mind, Neith? I won't force you."

Neith smirks. He takes up the skin, slinging it over his shoulders and tying it via the leg skin like a cape. "I think it suits me, don't you, my Liege?"
The three chuckle, and the grey dragon bows. "I shall be outpaced by the shuttle under my own strength, so I shall set out. I will meet you at the capital, my Liege."

"Be careful on the flight back, Neith. And, if need be, use the fact that your new cape negates magic."

Neith looks at his hands one more time, trying and failing to cast magic. "I'm curious, Sire. Is this the time when I say 'Her Grace Geirahoel better be thankful that we did this'?"

All four of them chuckle together, until Vaergraes, Kera'tai, and Daniel in that order silence and turn pale. The grey dragon tenses when he hears the distinct crackling pops of ignityal burning in a pilot flame, and he turns to the direction Daniel and the others are looking.

In spite of the immense size difference, the orange dragon in human form cuts an imposing presence that causes Neith to lower his own massive form to show reverence. She is radiating a cold and icy anger as she glares at the grey dragon. He murmurs humbly, "Your Grace..."