“My ability is different from the others… Oh, I also have the creation of ‘Dragon Fang Soldiers.'”
Dragon Fang Soldiers.
As the name suggests, they are soldiers created from the fangs of a dragon, and are classified similarly to humanoid magic golems.
Their appearance is that of skeletal soldiers with dragon faces.
“Dragon Soldiers… I see.”
And that’s when I realized something.
Why could I perceive the ‘growth potential’ of Bashu?
The form of strength is not unique.
“What if instead of yourself, you train your skills… on the ‘Dragon Fang Soldiers’?”
“Eh?”
“The Dragon Fang Soldiers themselves are not very powerful. But if they possess a certain amount of strength… it could be interesting.”
“I see…”
“Is it possible to train the Dragon Fang Soldiers?”
“Y-Yes…”
Bashu nodded in response to my question.
“I had never thought of doing something like this.”
“Let’s try it. It’s all a matter of trial and error.”
“Yes.”
Bashu nodded happily.
Bashu created around thirty Dragon Fang Soldiers with his own fangs.
Each Dragon Fang Soldier wielded swords and spears, practicing their movements.
“One, two! One, two!”
Bashu had become a full-time training coach.
… But does it make sense for the Dragon Fang Soldiers to practice?
Well, it could make sense in terms of perfecting their form.
Although, since they lack muscles, there are no benefits of muscle training.
“Yes, they look good, don’t you think?”
Upon closer observation, the movements of the Dragon Fang Soldiers were surprisingly coordinated.
If Bashu could direct them and move in coordination, they could become a powerful force.
“Thank you, Sion-san. I wouldn’t have thought of this on my own.”
“If I’ve been of help, I’m glad.”
I smiled with satisfaction.
“Sion-san, you’re amazing! I admire you!”
“Those are too many compliments!”
“No, you’re great!”
Bashu’s eyes gleamed.
He might be idolizing me.
Vila also smiled kindly.
“Let me thank you as well. I appreciate your help, Sion.”
“You’re welcome.”
I felt a little embarrassed.
Then, we started our journey back.
“Thank you, Sion.”
“It’s no big deal, I just gave you some advice.”
“In the Demon King Dragon’s cave, there are some bad-tempered ones. It was a relief to have you with us.”
Vila chuckled mischievously as she spoke.
“Well, this time was a weaker personality.”
“Haha, Vila alone would have been enough.”
“No really, I’m grateful to you.”
Vila smiled cheerfully and suddenly murmured.
“It would be nice if… you stayed here forever.”
“Eh?”
“Kyaa, kyaa!”
Vila blushed and lowered her head, looking adorable.
“You’re smiling mischievously…”
“Well, it’s just that Vila is cute…”
Seeing Vila’s serious gaze, I expressed my true feelings.
“Eh? Eh?”
Vila became nervous quickly.
“I’m sorry.”
“Y-You don’t need to apologize… But, when you say those things… I get nervous.”
Vila was flustered.
“Hehe, but… it makes me happy.”
“I see.”
I smiled reassuringly.
“Being with you, Sion, is fun, happy, healing, and comforting.”
“Maybe… I feel the same.”
Despite being the Demon King, the enemy whom I should hate.
Now, Vila… meant something to me.
