The Frontier Alchemist ~ I Can’t Go Back to That Job After You Made My Budget Zero

ilook’s neck and makes a pose that again, looks like a prayer.

Magic elements start rustling, and then the black string begins to wriggle, before being woven into the black curse cloth.

“…Rust, what’s going on?”

“I don’t know.
It looks like a memory defect of some sort.”

Kalin whispers in my ear, and the others also get close to hear the silent conversation between me and Kalin.

“Memory defect? But is it temporary? Or…”

“It would be a problem if it lasted a long time.
It looks like the undead dragon is making the black curse cloth for me anyway, so I guess some memories are still in there.

There’s a lot I want to ask about Zwei and stuff like that, but I think we’d be safer if we checked these things cautiously.”

“You think the undead dragon might get violent if you misstep?”

“I don’t know.
Dragons are full of mysteries.”

“Well, if you want to be careful, you’ll hear no argument from me.
But do you know what might have caused that memory defect?”

“Who knows? The Weakest Seventh Seat’s meat? A side effect from forcibly taking humanoid form before? I’m pretty sure the undead dragon is over a thousand years old too, so…”

The undead dragon still looks like she’s praying, but then she uses one hand to point this way.

“Hey! Unchan is young and full of energy!”

I guess the undead dragon can hear us.

“Ah, all right.
Sorry.”

I apologize on behalf of everyone.

“Yes yes.
As long as you understand…”

The undead dragon seems happy enough with that, before once again taking that prayer position and continuing to knit the black curse cloth.

We all look at each other, and silently watch the undead dragon work.