The Noble Lady Without Magic Aims to Become an Adventurer! - Chapter 37

The Yellow Dragon, though considered the weakest of dragons, was highly prized for its rare and valuable materials.

Arnold worked quickly, collecting as much of its bl00d as possible in enchanted bottles before it coagulated.

Afterward, he carved the meat into portions, crafted wooden skewers on the spot, and seasoned them with a sprinkle of salt before cooking them with his fire magic. The meat was perfectly grilled, its aroma tantalizing. Fars and I blew on the hot skewers before taking bites.

“Wow! This is delicious!”

Fars and I exclaimed in unison, wide-eyed with delight. The meat was unlike anything we’d ever tasted—succulent, with a natural sweetness to the fat that complemented the rich flavor of the meat itself.

Even Arnold seemed impressed. “This is excellent,” he admitted, eating heartily.

Satisfied and full, we watched as Arnold stored the rest of the dragon’s body into his seemingly bottomless magic bag. I couldn’t help but marvel at its capacity. Just how much could it hold?

“Senior Arnold, what’s on your mind?” I asked, noticing him looking restless.

“Ah, I’d planned to stay in a village overnight before heading back, but with these dragon materials, I’m eager to start working on them. I think we should return to the capital immediately.”

“But we’re deep in the forest. Even if you’re in a hurry, how will we get there so quickly?”

“I’ve already sent a magic message to a friend. He’ll use teleportation magic to bring us back.”

“Teleportation?! That’s incredible! Isn’t that one of those rare spells only a few magicians can use? We’ll be back in the capital in an instant? That’s amazing!”

Fars couldn’t contain his excitement, but I couldn’t blame him.
Teleportation was a rare and highly demanding spell, requiring immense magical power. It was a dream-like magic for ordinary people, as hiring a magician to perform it was prohibitively expensive.

Arnold’s friend must be someone truly extraordinary, though that wasn’t surprising—Arnold himself was remarkable. It seemed like a case of “birds of a feather.”

Before long, a faint magical circle appeared at Arnold’s feet. Moments later, a tall, slender man materialized before us.
“You’re as punctual as ever, Yele,” Arnold said, stepping back slightly.

“I can’t help it. You specified the exact location,” the man replied casually.

This was Yele Ruhotark, an exceptionally gifted magician who had demonstrated his talents since childhood and was already serving as a royal court magician. He was even rumored to be the next head magician.

Fars was so stunned that he blurted, “It’s Yele Ruhotark!”
Hearing his name, Yele turned to us with a curious expression. “And who might you two be?”

“Ah, these are Marloa Efsee, a marquis’ daughter, and her attendant, Fars. They’ve been helping me gather materials. And believe it or not, the two of them just helped me take down a dragon—a Yellow Dragon.”

“Impressive,” Yele said, nodding. “I was summoned because you wanted to bring fresh materials back immediately. A dragon, huh? This is fantastic. Let’s head back. However, with this many people, I can only teleport us to the capital’s gates. You’ll have to walk the rest of the way.”

Despite the considerable distance we’d traveled over the past day, Yele made it sound easy.

“Thanks, Yele,” Arnold said, calling us over. We stepped into the magical circle Yele prepared, hearts racing as we watched him chant.

The circle glowed faintly, and the next thing we knew, we were standing before the gates of the capital.

Fars and I were awestruck, unable to hide our excitement. Arnold and Yele, however, beckoned us to follow without much fanfare. After reporting the completion of our quests at the guild, we returned to the academy.

Instead of heading to the research lab, Arnold stopped in an open area near the building and pulled the Yellow Dragon’s body from his magic bag. Its size made it impractical to handle indoors.

Yele circled the dragon, inspecting it with keen interest. He seemed as excited as we were when we first encountered it. While it was clear Yele had the power to hunt a dragon himself, he explained that he was often discouraged from doing so.

“If I went after dragons, I’d likely destroy most of the materials in the process,” Yele admitted with a laugh. “I get a bit carried away—burning or slicing everything to pieces.”

Arnold smirked. “The only time you’re allowed to go all out is during a Stampede, huh?”

“Harsh, but fair,” Yele replied, chuckling.

Arnold focused on the dragon’s dismantling. “Marloa, Fars, is there any part of this dragon you’d like?”

“I’m not sure how to make use of it,” I admitted honestly. Dragon materials were incredibly valuable, but I wasn’t certain how to turn them into equipment. Armor or weapons made from them would likely require significant time and money, more than I currently had.

Arnold flayed the dragon’s hide, using magic to dry it instantly. He handed most of the hide to Fars and me.
“Take this to Danzion. He’ll know what to craft for you.”

“Danzion? Are you sure you and Yele don’t need it?”

“We don’t use much hide. What we really need are the bl00d, eyes, and internal organs for curses and alchemy. The hide is better suited for armor or weapons,” Arnold explained.

Grateful for the gift, Fars and I accepted it.

As Arnold continued his work, Yele suddenly asked, “By the way, Marloa, I just remembered—why do you hide the fact that you can use magic?”