Trapped in Another World With No Magic

Chapter 123: Yaulwembor the Ancient Drake

Sir Magnir, the blue Einherjar of the Fievegal, cruises through the air as he scans the target zone from a wide orbit. The two knights from the Grand Duchy, Sir Helbeit the human and Sir Resken the shenwulf, both cling to the dragon's armor on his back, laying low to avoid the wind. Just to make sure, the reptilian knight tilts his head to check. Both of them are still there, avoiding looking at the ground far below.

Humans and shenwulves, like many of the other races, were born and raised on the ground. They build their houses on the ground, they fight on the ground, and they die on the ground. The sky is the domain of dragons, and Magnir has learned that most races that are unfamiliar with riding wyverns tend to be rather afraid of heights. Fortunately, these soldiers have some training on Wenlianna's airship, which requires soldiers to brave the outer surface to engage airborne enemies in the sky. With Magnir, it's like riding a very large buckrokh, but one that knows where to go on its own. All they have to do is hold on and try to watch for anything Magnir might miss.

They had no issues establishing the stealth spell on the dragon, which makes him almost impossible to detect from range, including visually. Xyreko has her spellmasters deconstructing the magic technique elaborately to ensure that it will no longer work against the Fievegal.

As they cruise through the air, the blue dragon searches for any signs of the legendary 'dragon' of Mattarglos; Yaulwembor. Assuming it's actually just a very old drake that mutated into a monster due to whatever the mana-related cause is, it should have found a secluded area to hoard food and where it can secure water easily. Usually, this means an old mining tunnel or a naturally formed cavern. Some drakes have made their homes in fallen colossal trees that slowly rotted inside out.

A glint catches the dragon's eye, and he looks in that direction. It was a coincidence granted by his angle compared to the sun, but the blue Einherjar is able to spot the source of the point of light.

It's certainly a living being with metallic scales that shimmer in the sunlight when they're exposed. It is sleeping mostly in the shade of a large tree.

Correction, a VERY large tree.

The being is very obviously reptilian, even viewing it from so far away. But, by taking an extra moment to really see the whole picture, the tree is one of a large scattering of what the Mattarglos natives call 'Glonvokaut', or 'Behemoth Maples'. These titanic trees rise high into the sky over the majority of the forest, looking simply like an aged old tree amidst a forest of saplings. But instead, the forest is full of already large trees, and the behemoth maples stand several times even taller.

And, backdropped by such a humongous monolith of wood rests the being Magnir is certain is his target; Yaulwembor. From what he can estimate, Yaulwembor is larger than Magnir, and might even be larger than Neith in his true form. Dragons grow slowly over their entire lives, making Neith the largest dragon on the continent.

Or, so they all thought.

Magnir looks over his shoulder as he glides, making eye contact with the knights. He gestures his head towards the location, and he waits.

The two knights scan, and Sir Resken notices it first. He pats Sir Helbeit and points, helping him spot the being. It takes another moment, and the two confirm with each other, signalling such for the dragon carrying them.

The blue Einherjar nods, banking to glide closer to inspect the being. No one readily available from Mattarglos had been present who had also seen Yaulwembor with their own eyes, as few see the being and live.

The closer he gets, the larger it appears. Yaulwembor truly is a titan of Mattarglos, easily twice or three times as large as the grey dragon Neith, now that Magnir can properly judge its size. Asleep as it is, it's difficult to distinguish if the monster is truly a dragon or not, but it certainly has wings, and it doesn't appear to be a normal wingdrake.