Drakar had deliberately ordered the servants not to give Lewis any food, partly out of irritation toward the human’s stubborn behavior.
Lewis had resisted him from the very beginning, refusing to obey no matter how powerless his situation was.
Still, despite his annoyance, Drakar understood the real reason behind Lewis’s actions.
The moment the unfamiliar mana began spreading throughout the palace, he had already sensed how badly Lewis’s body was reacting to it.
To someone as sensitive to mana as a dragon, Lewis’s suffering was impossible to miss.
The human had not even bothered hiding it a while ago, openly showing his discomfort and even begging to be released.
By the time night settled over the palace, silence had consumed nearly every corner of it.
Most of the servants were asleep while only the knights remained awake, guarding the halls and entrances with unwavering vigilance.
Yet despite the calm atmosphere surrounding the palace, Drakar himself was far from composed.
Inside his master’s bedchamber, he paced back and forth restlessly with one hand pressed against his chin as his expression shadowed with irritation he could not quite explain.
Eventually, Drakar scattered his senses throughout the palace, allowing his awareness to drift toward Lewis’s room.
The moment he found him, his steps slowed.
Lewis was kneeling weakly beside the bed with one hand clutching tightly at his stomach while sweating buckets.
His breathing was ragged as each strained pant was making it painfully obvious that he was enduring far more pain than before.
Then, a faint frown was on Drakar’s face at the sight.
“Hm,” he muttered quietly under his breath.
“Look at him acting so pitifully. It’s his own fault for being stubborn anyway.”
Even so, he continued watching without looking away.
Lewis’s condition only seemed to worsen with every passing second.
His shoulders trembled faintly while unstable mana churned violently within his body, something Drakar could sense clearly even from afar.
Then Lewis suddenly doubled over slightly with his face twisting in pain as a strained groan escaped him.
“Ugh… shit… it really hurts…” Lewis breathed out shakily before gripping his stomach harder.
“W-why… why is my stomach acting up tonight…?”
As the pain continued to spread violently through his body, Lewis found his thoughts drifting toward Draen despite not wanting them to.
In the middle of his suffering, memories surfaced one after another without mercy.
He remembered the way Draen would pull him close whenever his condition worsened, how the dragon would press slow kisses against him while feeding him his blood to stabilize the unstable mana inside his body.
There were even nights when Draen did nothing except hold him carefully against his chest until he eventually fell asleep, as though simply staying beside him was enough to ease the pain.
Back then, Lewis had constantly complained about Draen’s possessiveness and suffocating clinginess.
The dragon rarely left him alone and always acted as though Lewis belonged solely to him yet now that he was trapped within another person’s territory, surrounded by unfamiliar mana without anyone to monitor his condition, Lewis could not stop realizing how safe he had actually been beside Draen.
The difference was painfully obvious now.
Tears slowly fell onto the cold floor beneath him as another wave of agony twisted through his stomach.
“Ugh…”
His body trembled weakly while his consciousness gradually became harder to hold onto.
For someone who had spent most of his life enduring pain in silence, lowering his pride like this was humiliating beyond words yet the suffering had already pushed him far past his limits.
“Y-Your Grace…” Lewis called out weakly between uneven breaths.
“S-save me… I need you…”
The desperate plea echoed softly through the room but through the mana spread across the palace, Drakar heard every single word clearly making the atmosphere around him instantly changed. Enjoying the story? Read on at g.com.
A cold and oppressive aura burst from Drakar without restraint, so heavy that even the knights guarding the palace visibly stiffened.
Several instinctively lowered their heads while others froze where they stood, immediately sensing the sharp decline in their master’s mood.
The pressure rolling through the halls felt suffocating enough to silence the entire palace within seconds.
Drakar’s expression darkened dangerously.
Of all people…
Even while suffering inside another dragon’s territory, Lewis was still calling for Draen.
Meanwhile, Lewis remained completely unaware of the reaction he had caused.
Curled weakly beside the bed, he continued struggling to breathe through the pain consuming his body.
Back at the Silvaris Estate, he had also experienced these violent episodes before but things had been different there.
Someone had always been watching over him without delay.
The moment his condition worsened, Draen would immediately notice and stabilize him before the pain could spiral completely out of control.
But here, there was no one beside him.
Only unfamiliar mana, unbearable agony and the growing darkness clouding his vision as his consciousness slowly began slipping away.
Even though his mood had completely worsened, Drakar finally lost his patience.
Irritated and restless, he left his bedchamber and walked straight toward the room where Lewis was being kept.
His footsteps echoed through the quiet palace while a heavy and cold aura surrounded him, enough to make the knights lower their heads nervously as he passed by.
Some knights immediately tried to follow him but Drakar simply flicked his hand without even looking back, silently ordering them to stay where they were.
And none of them dared disobey.
When he finally arrived outside Lewis’s room and opened the door, the sight inside immediately caught his attention.
Lewis looked terrible.
His face was wet with tears while his breathing came out shaky and uneven.
One hand tightly held his stomach as if he was trying to stop the pain and his vision looked dazed and unfocused from exhaustion.
He looked weak enough to collapse at any moment.
The moment Lewis noticed Drakar standing there, he slowly lifted his head.
“Y-You…” Lewis whispered weakly with a trembling voice “What are you…?”
Drakar stayed silent as he watched him.
“Please… let me go back…” Lewis said again between painful breaths.
“I… I don’t want to stay here…”
Then Lewis slowly tried crawling toward him which made Drakar stiffen for a moment.
Lewis looked completely desperate as he dragged himself weakly across the floor while still shaking from pain.
A smirk slowly appeared on Drakar’s lips at the pathetic sight yet the expression in his eyes said something entirely different.
Drakar could not properly understand the strange feeling inside him until Lewis finally reached him.
Weakly, Lewis grabbed onto Drakar’s ankles and lifted his head.
His eyes were unfocused from pain while tears continued falling down his face.
“P-please…” Lewis whispered shakily.
Drakar looked down at him in silence.
For a moment, his eyes carefully scanned Lewis’s trembling body.
The unstable mana inside the human was a complete mess now, reacting violently against the unfamiliar dragon mana surrounding the palace.
Then suddenly, an unsettling thought entered Drakar’s mind.
Slowly, he crouched down in front of Lewis.
A smirk appeared on his lips as he grabbed Lewis by the chin, forcing the human to look at him properly.
“Ugly human,” Drakar said lazily, though his eyes remained fixed on Lewis’s face.
“Do you know why you’re in so much pain right now?”
Lewis weakly shook his head.
“It’s because your body reacted to my mana too,” Drakar continued.
“Just like it reacted to your bonded dragon.”
His smirk deepened slightly.
“Well… if you don’t mind, I can also ease your pain.” His voice lowered almost teasingly.
“I’m a dragon too, after all. I know the same methods your precious Draen uses.”
Lewis’s breathing trembled.
His mind was already clouded badly from the overwhelming pain, making it difficult for him to think clearly anymore.
His dazed eyes stared at Drakar for a few quiet seconds before his crying slowly stopped.
“R-Really…?” Lewis asked weakly.
Then his fingers tightened around Drakar’s clothes slightly as desperation completely overcame his pride.
“T-Then please…” he whispered shakily.
“Help me…”
The moment those desperate words left Lewis’s mouth, Drakar’s grin slowly widened.
Without any difficulty, he slipped his hands beneath Lewis’s arms and lifted him effortlessly from the floor as though he weighed nothing at all.
Lewis was already too weak to resist with his body trembling faintly from exhaustion and pain as Drakar pulled him close.
Soon, Lewis found himself cradled securely in Drakar’s arms like a child.
His head naturally fell against Drakar’s shoulder while his uneven breaths brushed weakly against the dragon’s neck.
Even now, Lewis still looked dazed with his body heavy from both pain and fading consciousness.
Drakar glanced down at him before letting out a low amused chuckle.
“Yes, yes…” he said smoothly, clearly pleased by Lewis’s helpless state.
“How could I possibly refuse a plea like that?”
A few seconds later, Lewis was already lying weakly on the bed wth his chest rising and falling with uneven breaths as he struggled to recover from the overwhelming pain.
His vision remained hazy while exhaustion weighed heavily on his body, leaving him too drained to properly process what was happening around him.
Meanwhile, Drakar stood beside the bed with an amused expression.
Without hesitation, he grabbed Lewis’s legs and spread them apart roughly before leaning down closer toward him.
A grin remained fixed on his face the entire time, arrogant and almost predatory as his eyes watched Lewis’s weakened state carefully.
“Shall we begin now, ugly human?” Drakar asked smoothly with voice filled with teasing satisfaction.