Transmigrated as a Fat villain: All heroines are after me

Chapter 65: - Almighty Dragon or Sla.....

"Is this the place, Master?" Sebastian inquired as they arrived at a dense and dark forest, fittingly named the 'Black Forest,' in front of them.

"Yes, bring all the carriage meat about one mile south of the forest, where you'll find an empty field," she ordered her butler. Dozens of large carriages followed them, loaded with poisonous alcohol and tons of meat.

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"Master, the meat is cooked and completely soaked in alcohol," the butler reported to his master, who wore a faint smile, hinting at her anticipation of something significant.

"Excellent. Instruct all the servants to prepare for the arrival of a Black Dragon," she commanded. The servants, accustomed to her seemingly omnipotent authority, shivered in obedience.

They didn't doubt her word, even though the reality was quite the opposite. They coated themselves with mana, a simple trick to deceive weaker humans about their strength.

It was a necessary facade, though it wouldn't fool beings stronger than themselves.

Inside, Sebastian was burdened by the revelation but dared not doubt his master's instructions.

"I understand, Master," he replied as they all prepared themselves for the arrival of their guest.

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<Dragon's POV>

"haa..... haa..." I was flying for many hours straight, determined to reach my home in the 'Black Forest' where I could regain my strength. As I descended into the forest, I noticed a group of humans waving towards me.

My mana was depleted, and I couldn't sense their strength, but from the mana emanating from their bodies, they appeared formidable.

I prepared to retreat if necessary, but then my keen senses caught a tantalizing aroma – a massive gathering of cooked meat. Could it be for me? Landing gracefully, I considered my weakened state. Perhaps I still appeared formidable to them.

"Greetings, almighty Dragon," a woman's voice greeted me as she and several men kowtowed before me. I was initially puzzled but quickly realized that to them, I must have seemed like a formidable dragon. It was a convenient misconception.

"Why have you humans invaded my territory?" I asked, adding gravitas to my voice, despite my lack of mana. My immense physique lent weight to my words.

"F-forgive me, My Lord," the woman stammered. "I am a weak woman who sought refuge in this dense forest after my carriage's wheel broke. As an offering, I bring meat for the great lord. I hope the mighty lord will allow us to remain here for a night."

I glanced at the broken wheel of her carriage, verifying her story. It was indeed true. I realized that she was a damsel in distress. As a mighty dragon, I should be gracious and accept her request.

"I accept," I replied. The woman seemed relieved, and I noticed that she was exceptionally kind-hearted, like an angel. She made way for me to feast on the meat, and I did so voraciously. My hunger seemed insatiable.

"Hey, you servants, prepare food for the almighty dragon! What are you slacking off for?" The woman admonished her servants for their lack of hospitality. I admired her kindness.

"Please, my lord, enjoy," she said, stepping aside as I devoured the meat. Lost in the feast, I hardly noticed her. At one point, she offered me wine, apologizing for her audacity. I chuckled heartily and reassured her.

"Hahaha, it's delicious, and the wine is a fine addition. You need not fear, little one. You can leave."

As I continued to eat, exhaustion overcame me, and I began to doze off. In my slumber, I faintly heard some words, their meaning unclear. Nevertheless, I instinctively replied.

"Do... yo.. be... m... sl.."

"Yes," I mumbled drowsily, mistaking their words for another delicious dish.

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In the morning, I was awoken by someone, and despite their audacity, I remained calm. It was the kind-hearted girl who had offered me food the night before.

I decided to forgive her minor impudence, but as I felt her legs on my head, I straightened up. From my towering perspective, they all appeared as tiny lambs, and I gazed down at them with a cruel glint in my eyes.

"How dare you, mere human," I growled, "offer me more food as if that will buy your forgiveness."

To my surprise, they all wore amused smiles, their expressions almost mocking. Had they been drinking or gone mad?

"You damn lizard, bow your head. I need to visit my estate now," the woman's voice commanded.

I felt humiliated, questioning why I bow to a mere human, especially as her size seemed to increase before my eyes.

Was she using some kind of magic? No, this was wrong. Why was I, the mighty dragon, following her orders without my consent?

"Servants, get on the dragon. We're heading to the estate immediately," she ordered.

I couldn't comprehend what was happening. How dare she give me orders?

And why was my mana density increasing as I attempted to resist her commands?

It became painfully clear that I, the almighty dragon, had become a slave, bound by a Draconian pact – a slave to this woman and her people.

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<Thalia's POV>

"Sebastian, prepare the 'Draconian Pact,'" I commanded my butler, the pact already arranged for.

"Yes, Master," he replied, and the servants gathered around the Dragon, injecting mana into the ground, creating a vibrant blue mana circle.

"Do you become my slave?" I asked the Dragon. I didn't want to tame him; I needed a powerful servant. With the energy he currently possessed, the weight of the pact would shift in my favor.

"Yes," as I heard those words, only one thought crossed my mind: 'Fool.'

"Hey, wake up, you damn lizard," I said, rubbing my legs on its head. He reluctantly opened his eyes, attempting to maintain his dignity before becoming my new mode of transportation.

We arrived in our state, leaving everyone shocked and in awe. After all, I had tamed a dragon, or rather, acquired a slave.

"You will reside in that place," I instructed as I led him to a warehouse that had been prepared for this moment, having anticipated this outcome for months.