I’d Love an Elf to Lay My Eggs!

General Nimue made her unobstructed way to the cathedral at the city's summit, with no one daring to block her path. In fact, everyone seemed to be actively avoiding the area, fearful of accidentally crossing into the terrifying dragon's line of sight and potentially becoming its next meal.

Standing at the doors of the palatial cathedral, Nimue's brows knit together. As a devout follower of the Silver Moon Lady, stepping into a cathedral dedicated to another deity felt inherently wrong. Yet remembering her duty and the queen's charge, she steeled herself and strode into the temple with resolute steps.

The lavish decorations inside the cathedral were not to Nimue's taste, who as an elf, preferred the understated elegance of nature to gilding and opulence. The silence of the palace complex was eerie, but Nimue pushed forward, her poise unshaken, until she reached the grand praying hall.

The clink of gold coins hitting the floor greeted her, and when her eyes adjusted to the sight, even Nimue, an elf who had little care for such treasures, felt her heart skip a beat. Gold, emeralds, agates, and gemstones, along with rare metals like mithril and electrum, were scattered in abundance. Atop a mound composed of various precious metals, a magnificent dragon with golden scales to match the treasure beneath it lay sprawled, a picture of regal indolence.

The dragon was no longer the colossal figure Drake had been, but rather the smaller fledgling form Nimue had initially encountered. At that moment, Nimue had no doubts—the creature before her was none other than the ancient demi-god dragon with peculiar habits, who, in the absence of gods, was a monster no one on the continent could face alone.

The only change in the dragon's relaxed demeanor was the ornate crown it now wore, as if it had just been crowned king of all dragons. With leisurely grace, it licked a sword, as if preening its precious blade, which Nimue recognized as a priceless artifact by its magical aura.

Nimue sighed inwardly, not surprised by the dragon's behavior. If dragons ceased to be greedy and lost interest in shiny treasures, that would be a true anomaly. The dragon's actions simply affirmed that it was just being a dragon.

A human mage, clearly of significant power, was using magic to haul more treasure into the dragon's presence, presumably to satisfy the dragon's whimsy.

"Exalted Galakrond..." Nimue composed herself and approached Drake, performing an ancient elven curtsy.

Drake, who had been preoccupied with the holy sword, carefully hid it underneath his body upon noticing Nimue's approach—a gesture that almost made her smile. The dragon's hoarding instinct was, indeed, formidable.

Once he secured the sword, Drake's gaze settled on the elf before him. When he had first arrived in this world, his encounter with Nimue had made it clear she was powerful. As a demi-god dragon, he recognized her as a legendary ranger.

Gazing at her, Drake felt an urge stirring within him. Her emerald hair shimmered like glass, her eyes were like polished gems, her eyebrows veiled in mystery, her lips a dash of cinnabar. Her skin was so smooth that not even Drake's keen draconic eyes could spot a single imperfection. Her striking figure and the delicate points of her ears only reinforced Drake's sense that all the beauties he'd seen on Earth paled in comparison to this elf before him.

Aside from the enigmatic elven queen, Nimue was the most beautiful woman Drake had ever seen. It was no wonder so many creatures desired elven maidservants. Even as a dragon, Drake felt the impulse to have her bear his offspring.

"Galakrond?" Nimue's voice broke through, laced with a hint of trepidation. Drake's scrutiny was devoid of menace, but the overpowering might he had displayed earlier cast a shadow across her heart.

"Ah, yes... Nimue, that was your name, correct?" Drake recalled the elven queen's reference to Nimue, speaking in a voice that still retained a youthful tone.

"Yes, I am the queen's guard, the commander of the Silver Moon Kingdom's Royal Guard... Nimue," she replied, maintaining her humble stance. She surmised that Drake's apparent mildness stemmed from centuries of wisdom, alien to the impulsiveness of younger dragons.

"So Nimue, tell me, what brings you here?" Despite the temptation to pursue his draconic desires, Drake felt his current safety took precedence over his whims.

"I am here by the queen's command, leading an elven army to aid in any way you may require, Galakrond. Without your consent, I have already dispatched them to patrol and maintain order in the city. I hope for your understanding," she said, bowing deeply and striving to appear as unobtrusive as possible.

The command she had actually received from the queen had been different, but given the dragon's unexpected takeover, Nimue had adapted the order on the spot.

Hearing Nimue's words, Drake paused, embarrassed that he had forgotten the city amid his focus on the treasures of the cathedral. He was becoming more dragon-like in his thoughts.

But soon, Drake's thoughts turned to worry—he had never managed anything larger than a school project. How could he possibly rule a city?

His dragon mind was overwhelmed with a bold thought: 'I may not know how to rule a city, but perhaps I can learn...'