I awoke violently, my body forcefully bringing itself upright.
"Oh, hey, you did a good job, full marks."
My master was sitting by my bedside, reading a book in a relaxed position.
"That's right, I won."
I smiled, before looking down at my left arm and my legs.
They seemed fine.
Then, I noticed a funny taste in my mouth.
"Eukh!"
I tried spitting it out.
"Hey, don't spit, I used a healing potion this time round."
I was surprised at his remark.
"Can't you use some kind of healing magic?"
He closed his book and looked directly at me.
Well, he was wearing a mask, but still.
"Mm... That's not exactly proper healing magic. It has a similar vibe, but it's not something I can use to deal with injuries such as the ones you had."
"Anyway, Furio, you should be fine, so get ready, we're leaving this place, I don't see any reason to stay here."
At this, I smiled.
I was getting real sick of this damn desert.
...
I packed up whatever belongings I had and put on a regular shirt and pants instead of the desert robes I had been wearing for some time.
Interestingly, when I opened my wardrobe, a new piece of clothing was there.
It was a white suit, with a white tie to match.
I immediately analysed it, having a good idea of what it might be.
[Whitescale Suit]
[A suit hastily crafted by Lich King Xerxes for his apprentice using the scales of the Giant Whitescale Serpent. It's a bit gaudy, but it has decent effects.
Rank: C+
Effects: Minor Magic Resistance, Moderate Slash Resistance, Self Repairing, Form Fitting]
Seeing this, I couldn't help but wonder what the deal was with my master and suits.
Even in the midst of a desert, the man had never worn anything other than a black suit.
The effects seemed pretty good.
The resistances were obviously innate characteristics from the serpent, and the other effects were most likely applied by my master.
'He made this in a single night... Is he just good at everything?'
I put on the suit and looked in the mirror.
Seeing my body, I felt that I had grown taller in the past two months.
I was nearly fourteen years old, standing at a decent five foot seven inches, probably slightly above average for those in my age range.
'Speaking of which, it's definitely been a while since I've spoken to someone my age.'
I had done my best to avoid people in the desert, mostly sticking to the outskirts.
Occasionally, I had seen merchant caravans moving through, but I saw no need to interact with them.
In the last three months, it felt like the only person I had spoken to was my master.
'...Haven't I become quite antisocial at this point?'
Ignoring such thoughts, I focused on my appearance.
After my death and revival, my eye color had changed.
Notoria family members were famed for their crimson eyes and hair.
I possessed those eyes, but as if the world wanted to show I was a bastard, I had black hair.
After my eyes were... replaced? Regrown? They had turned a deep shade of blue.
I didn't feel any sense of loss upon seeing my changed eye color, seeing as having crimson eyes would only cause me trouble whenever I returned to the empire.
Exiting my master's underground desert base, I walked up to the entrance and met him.
"Good, you wore it, how's it feel."
Part of me wanted to ask why he insisted on always wearing a suit, but a bigger part of me was happy to have received a C rank piece of clothing.
"It's great."
It was currently the highest rated item I had at the moment, so I genuinely meant it.
My master nodded his head, and I asked another question.
"So, are we going to walk to our destination, or something?"
'Please have some kind of magic, I don't wanna walk...'
I prayed silently that he had some kind of teleportation spell to transport us quickly.
Perhaps sensing my inner thoughts, my master let out a slight chuckle.
"Heh, fortunately not."
Holding his hand forward, a huge magic circle appeared in front of me.
"Timmy, come out."
'Timmy?'
Fwoom!
Before I could ask him anything, a huge cloud of smoke appeared from the circle.
Graaaaah!
I almost lost my footing as I heard a deafening roar coming from the cloud.
As the smoke faded, I saw something magnificent.
A huge creature made of bones, with blue flaming eyes and massive skeletal wings.
Bearing no flesh and skin, it was an ominous sight to behold.
"Holy shit."
It was a dragon.
...
It took all my might to hold onto the undead dragon as it flew through the sky.
My master, completely unbothered by the intense wind, stood upright with his hands in his pockets.
Shouting at the top of my lungs, I begged him.
"C-could we slow down a little?"
Turning his head, he replied.
He used some sort of voice enhancement magic, as I could hear him without him shouting.
"If you're uncomfortable, you can stay in his jaw, he won't swallow you, promise."
"Ah, it's alright, I think I'll manage."
I was not about to sit in the mouth of a dragon, even if it was undead.
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LOG 15 - TIMMY
A young dragon slain by and subsequently revived by the Lich King Xerxes. The dragon has lost its old name, memories, and emotions as it has become an undead. Now, it only feels undying loyalty to its master and responds to the name Timmy. Fortunately, the Lich King does not have such a terrible naming sense, but unfortunately for Timmy, he was not named by the Lich King.