âYour Grace, he has come out to mortal world because he couldnât resist curiosity about your roses, so just answer to his questions and everything will be fine.â
âHeâs not...a human, is he?â
âAnswer my question first!â
Ios put his face right in front of hers and yelled. His highly raised eyebrows and stubborn lips clearly showed he had a temper problem. Even Minos, who was now in his usual goblin form, was saying it would be fine if she just answered his questions, but he wasnât saying he was kind.
âI canât tell him about Lord Sesar. It might endanger him.â
Rubica managed to reply in shaking voice.
âI didnât get it. It has been made.â
âMade? Oh, has that man succeeded on making something new again? But pale purple rose wasnât among the roses he told me about!â
Ios clenched his fists and yelled angrily. He sounded like he already knew about Lord Sesar.
âYou know Lord Sesar? Where have you met him?â
âAt goblinsâ party that took place in Mount Flenus.â
Oh, it turned out Lord Sesar hadnât been talking nonsense. Rubica anxiously grasped her skirt. It seemed like Sesar had brought a really huge problem.
Edgar had said he was a walking trouble and she shouldnât have taken it lightly.
âI should have kidnapped that human and lock him in my territory.â
Ios stared at the flowers and smack. If only if he could, he wanted to plant the new rose deep in his territory and enjoy it alone. Humans couldnât appreciate its beauty as it was and cut it to decorate their house, and it was just too good for them.
But what he hated even more was the fact that it had been a human who made such beautiful rose.
âUmm.... What are you?â
Rubica got rid of most of her dear and asked. Although Iosâs eyes and words were sharp, the way he looked at the rose was kind of familiar.
âWhat am I? Ios, of course.â
Rubica doubted her ears for a second. She asked the goblin.
âReally?â
âYes, he is Ios the Golden Dragon.â
Minos smiled awkwardly and opened his bag wide to take out a stone.
âItâs for me.â
â...For me?â
What he was offering was a stone that was common on beaches. The goblin was surprised more than anyone to see her reaction. What he had brought was a mermaidâs heart that nymphs extremely liked.
âOh, youâre not the one.â
It seemed like his guess had been wrong. If the duchess was not the nymph, was it her husband then? He wondered how he was supposed to gain an audience with the duke as he was even harder to meet than the duchess. But then Ios yelled.
âIâll give you one of that each month, so hand me Sesar.â
Ios was not clever like Minos. He started to say his terms, thinking Rubica was the nymph.
âAnd I want all roses he had made till now bloom only in my territory. And I also want that thing on your chest. Tell me what you want in return.â
âIn.... return?â
âYes, I will pay for taking what belong to you, so tell me anything you want. Oh, but not this and this and this among the plants that grow in my territory.â
Rubica looked at the dragon for a moment. Although she couldnât understand more than half of what he was saying, she could notice something strange in it.
Ios was thinking of her as an entity that was equal to himself. She already knew how scary and fickle he was through numerous stories and legends, but she decided to give it a try.
âWhat if I donât want it?â
âWhat?â
Iosâs face turned red. Being refused was something he didnât get to experience much.
âBut why? I must spend at least a week deep in the sea to get one heart of mermaid. That thing is really hard to get!â
Even though he said, he didnât burn the mansion or started to smash things.
It seemed like he couldnât just take Lord Sesar and his roses without her permission. Rubica soon realizing this was a negotiation going on and she had the upper hand in it.
â....Fine, two. I canât do more than that. I canât leave my territory for more than half of every month, I must take care of my plants.â
Rubica imagined the dragon watering and manuring flowers. She almost laughed hard at that.
âIâm sorry, but this thing is not what I want.â
She hated it even more after hearing it was heart of a mermaid. But that really frustrated the dragon.
âWhat? But arenât you all crazy about that thing?â
Rubca carefully replied, trying not to break his misunderstanding.
âWe can all have different tastes.â
âThatâs right.â
Simple Ios bought that and nodded. Then he ruffled his hair into a mess. He wanted to turn the mansion into a mess as well, but the pale purple rose was just too fascinating.
âOkay, then what do you want? Name your price.â
Rubica gulped hard. Name your price? That was the hardest demand possible.
âCanât you let people farm on part of your plain?â
She really wanted to say that, but she couldnât as she didnât know what the dragon with temper problem was thinking she was. He still couldnât take his eyes off the rose. She carefully asked.
âDo you want the flower that much?â
âOf course I do. Iâm taking Sesar, so tell me what you want in return?â
âLord Sesar is a human being. He isnât a thing that can be traded.â
â.....What? Isnât he your underling?â
âHe is a member of this family, but he gets to decide where he goes and what he does with who, not me.â
Ios scratched his head. He couldnât understand what Rubica was talking about.
It seemed like a huge gap between humansâ common sense and dragonsâ common sense.
âIâm saying you should offer your terms of employment to him, not to me.â
âAre you saying I should make a deal with a human?â
Ios bit his lips. His pride had just been hurt a lot. Minos quietly shook his head to signal danger. Rubica gave up explaining a deal and employment were two different things.
âAnyway, Lord Sesar wouldnât want to go with him, so I cannot make him do it.â
âWhat are you talking about? He should be honored to become my underling.â
Rubica smiled awkwardly. Why did things like this keep happening to her? She had never imagined there would come a day she had to convince a dragon.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om
âYou said you wanted his flowers bloom only in your territory.â
âYes, such beautiful flowers should be protected in my terrotiry.â
âBut Lord Sesar wants to share the beauty of his flowers with many. He didnât make them just for one to enjoy.â
âBut humans donât know how to appreciate the real beauty of flowers.â
âStill, you didnât bring this rose to this world. A human did.â
Iosâs lips shook. He had nothing to say to that. Minos was surprised by Rubicaâs courage of convincing the dragon. Even though Ios was thinking she was a nymph, she was actually a weak human.
âI will give you this pot of roses. Take it and plant it where you want.â
âI want more than a few roses.â
âIâll also give you Taylor Rose. And I will give you the roses Lord Sesar will make in future if you want.â
Ios pouted. But Rubicaâs promise of sharing roses with him made him a little better and the frown on his forehead faded. The tensed mood became a little relaxed. Minos let out a sigh of relief.
âAnd I also want one of those things on your chest.â
âYou can have it.â
âSo, whatâs the price.â
âI donât want any price.â
âYou donât want anything in return for giving me what belong to you?â
âI just want you to make the roses bloom beautiful.â
Actually, what she really wanted was the troublesome dragon to leave the mansion quickly. But she hid that and smiled brightly to Ios.
âI donât get it...â
Ios frowned again. It was only natural to pay a price in return to get something. Heâd been told nymphs were metaphysical beings, and he was having a really hard time understanding what she was saying.
âI donât want to take anything without paying a price! Just tell me anything you want.â
âBut I do not want anything right now....â
Rubica couldnât know what to do. Even though Ios was saying she could ask for anything, she knew he would be enraged if she asked for anything he really liked. Making a demand could reveal the fact that she was only an ordinary human.
âIâll tell you when I get to want something, so why don you take the roses first?â
She decided to postpone her answer. It seemed like it would be better to make the ill-tempered dragon leave and talk to Minos. At least she wouldnât have to worry about losing her life while talking to the goblin.