Evil Dragon, Without a Princess, I Had to Transform Myself!-Chapter 44 : Time to Kill the Dragon and Silence It

Yanubi suddenly became afraid. This panic came more turbulent and clearer than any time before.
Seeds planted at some unknown time had sprouted and grown in its heart, bit by bit entangling the dragon's heart. When it suddenly came to its senses, even Yanubi's breathing had tightened.
At this moment, it also blamed itself for being so reckless.
Just thinking about the princess's presence had made its blood rush to its head, charging over without a second thought. Now, calming down and thinking back, whoever could kill Black Death Patunasankus was definitely no pushover.
The wyvern's expression grew grave.
Just from the Hero's stance, one could see she was terrifyingly strong.
Yanubi had no doubt that if the Hero's holy sword was drawn, someone would definitely die.
Maybe Black Death had died under such a sword, which was how Princess Latifa was lost.
Though the princess was good, if it lost its life here, that would be too unworthy!
Keep the lair and don't worry about lacking princesses!
Faced with life and death, Yanubi hurriedly flapped its wings and fled.
It was terrified that the Hero before it would casually kill it just as she had slain Black Death Patunasankus, then prepare it as spicy dragon head as rumored.
Being a dragon meant following your heart.
Wyvern Yanubi ran away decisively, the wild wind from its takeoff making everyone unable to open their eyes for a moment.
'It just ran away like that?'
Elaphia looked up at the sky in disbelief. The wyvern's retreating shadow gradually shrank until it completely became a black dot, looking as miserable as a stray dog.
She looked at the Hero again with admiration.
Elegant and confident, extraordinary and transcendent—truly worthy of being the Destined Hero!
Without even taking action, just with intense fighting spirit alone, she was enough to scare away a wyvern. If she ever tired of formalities, what kind of magnificence would that be?
Thinking this way, Elaphia found Loranhir even more unfathomable. Vlad's strength compared to the Hero's was surely like heaven and earth.
This time, they would definitely win!
'It just ran away like that?'
Seeing the wyvern flee for its life, Loranhir finally breathed a sigh of relief. Her knees went weak and she almost collapsed completely.
If she hadn't been forcing herself to hold on, she probably would have fainted long ago.
Really.
Loranhir really didn't want to do such things again, really didn't want to experience this once more.
She really couldn't keep up the act much longer.
Time after time relying on coincidence and luck, accepting so-called gifts from fate while waiting for the secretly marked price to come calling.
This time she barely managed to scare off the opponent with bluffing, but who knew if the next enemy they encountered would be frightened away by her reputation?
If all hope was placed in fantasy, one was destined to achieve nothing.
Loranhir was originally a village girl—illiterate, uncultured, and without talent for any extraordinary paths.
Originally, her greatest ideal in this life was just to save money through frugal living to muddle through until death.
After inexplicably becoming a Hero, she had also spent her days slacking off. When encountering danger, she wanted to run, but the more she tried to escape fate, the more she would collide head-on with it halfway.
Now, she really couldn't afford to gamble anymore.
Loranhir studied the Princess's profile, feeling those delicate cheeks kissed by the wind, still familiar in their fragile sweetness.
Her breathing was somewhat rapid due to nervousness.
Really, she really couldn't afford to gamble anymore.
She wanted power.
The Hero really wanted power. Until now, the so-called holy sword and gods were completely unreliable.
At critical moments, she could only rely on herself.
But what kind of power could even ordinary people like her without talent obtain?
Loranhir didn't know and had never heard of such a thing.
Dragons were truly powerful.
Loranhir looked up toward where the wyvern had fled. Directly facing the terrifying dragon's might made her fully experience a dragon's power—strength that surpassed all creatures.
If only she could have such powerful strength as a dragon.
Loranhir thought.
She yearned for a dragon's powerful strength.
Deeply yearned for it.
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The moment wyvern Yanubi chose to flee, Patunasankus realized a serious problem.
If this dragon spread news about her, given dragonkind's nature, Patunasankus truly wouldn't have a moment's peace from now on.
Back in the day, to cut off other evil dragons' thoughts of stealing the princess, Patunasankus didn't know how many ambitious evil dragons she had killed.
Only now had the evil dragons finally settled down somewhat.
If they learned news about wild Princess Latifa's location, heaven knew how many more evil dragons consumed by ambitious fire Patunasankus would have to kill with her red thunder blade.
Just thinking about it gave Patunasankus a headache.
Moreover, if she remembered correctly, the once-a-decade Princess Symposium would begin soon. At that time, all twelve 'Sankus' Dragon Lords who had been holed up in their lairs would gather to attend.
Although Patunasankus had never returned to her lair even once so far, she clearly knew that as an ancient dragon of the Sankus lineage, she was definitely on the invitation list.
The continent's once-a-decade ancient dragon activity period was about to arrive.
Patunasankus examined herself—azure eyes, dandelion hair, flawless white skin with a faint rosy glow, breathtakingly beautiful beyond comparison.
Especially now, if those guys discovered her current appearance...
"..."
Thinking of the other 'Sankus' members' nature in her memory, Patunasankus couldn't help but break out in goosebumps, her eyes showing complex emotions—part disgust, part worry.
No matter what, absolutely, absolutely couldn't let them know!
As long as she went to Taurant early and burned the so-called Grand Duke and his city to ash, everything would be fine.
There definitely wouldn't be any mistakes!
"Princess? Princess?" At this time, seeing the Princess staring at the sky in a daze, Elaphia asked with concern.
"..."
"Why no reaction at all? Were you frightened by that thing? It's fine, the Hero has already driven it away. Princess?" Elaphia tilted her head. "Are you listening?"
Patunasankus completely ignored Elaphia's concerned inquiries. She glanced indifferently toward where wyvern Yanubi had fled, golden pupils flashing briefly in her eyes.
Time to kill the dragon and silence it.