Chapter 70: Sneaky, Sneaky, Butler... PART 1

"Dramataminal, why...did I go down memory lane just now?"

"Hmm? Did you?"

"Did I what?"

"Do what you just said."

"...What'd I say?"

"That you were walking down memory lane?"

"I was?"

"Apparently!"

"Oh. So why was I walking down memory lane, Dragomir?"

"...That's not even close to my name," Dragonite said under his breath.

I ignored his mutterings.

"So?"

"So what?"

"What is the answer to my question?"

"What question?"

Will I get in trouble for killing this...elephant? No, not elephant, that's an insult to real elephants. Giraffe? Maybe.

"Memory lane, why?" I gritted out.

I'm starting to get annoyed with this dude. He didn't even have dragon milk! You'd think he would, seeing as he has the world DRAGON in his name!

...He does, right?

Gosh, Cyanide is heavy.

I adjusted my grip, again, before looking back at dragonomer.

"...It's to test you."

"Why?"

"I don't know, I didn't make it, it just does."

"What does it test?"

"Your heart."

"Why?"

"Enough! Enough with the fifty questions, already!" Dragoon screams and banged a fist against the wall.

...Should I consider this castle abuse? Who do you even call for property abuse? IS that even a thing? It should be. Poor castle. Poor, poor, sentient gothic castle.

"Now," The giant panted, "Come inside, and...Whatever, just come." The dragon master of my beautiful castle groused before turning around, cape billowing dramatically, and left through an archway, his figure swallowed up by the darkness.

Oh no, I can feel it!

The irresistible and dramatic urge to TEASE!

Gosh, this is going to end badly.

Sorry, Cyanide, but you probably won't have a mommy by the end of the night.

Oh, well. Maybe that Thanos' servant-looking butler will have dragon milk! I mean, what else is he going to feed that half-dragon master of his?