Chapter 32 : I Want You to Train Me!

Enya’s study — this was a room only she could find, and only she could open its door.

As the core of the Dreamworld, she could control everything within it freely.

In this space, she was practically a god of Redpine City.

Though called a study, the shelves were thick with dust and held no books at all.

The last time she’d cleaned this place was a month ago, when she first arrived.

The room was dim.

The windows were boarded up with wooden planks, and the only illumination came from the runes carved into the walls and floor.

These ancient symbols pulsed with magic in a rhythmic flow, like veins — except instead of blood, they carried magic.

At first, the glow was faint.

But the moment Enya gently pushed open the door and stepped inside, all the runes and magic circles flared to life, responding to some unseen call, humming with energy.

Enya walked barefoot to the center of the magic circle, knelt down, and slowly closed her eyes.

Above her head, the dark astral crown appeared.

She entered her own consciousness space.

But this time, instead of heading straight to the inner “Library,” Enya walked toward the dark void outside.

Behind her, a pair of dragon wings grew rapidly and spread wide.

Enya soared into the air, quickly arriving before the massive form of a dragon.

The black dragon’s form was almost invisible in the dark — if not for the faint shimmer of its scales, it would have been impossible to see.

Enya’s presence caused the dragon to open its eyes.

The dragon studied her with great interest.

Its enormous vertical pupils held a trace of mockery.

The dragon didn’t ask what Enya wanted — instead, it immediately took a battle stance.

Though Enya appeared small before the massive dragon, her presence was not diminished.

Her voice echoed out powerfully:

“Pandrak, I want you to train me!”

“?”

Pandrak, the dragon, looked at Enya with obvious confusion.

Then… she burst into laughter — not just a chuckle, but an unrestrained, mocking roar of laughter.

She laughed at Enya right to her face, without any pretense.

Enya stood calmly and watched.

If this had been the past, she’d have already dismantled this creature, turned her memories into illustrations, and shelved her in the Library.

Did Pandrak really think Enya couldn’t control her own consciousness space?

Pandrak laughed for a long time.

Enya waited patiently.

As the dragon’s laughter finally died down, Enya narrowed her eyes and said coldly:

“Laughed enough? If you’re done, then let’s talk seriously.”

“Heh…”

Pandrak wasn’t one for human pleasantries, but she also didn’t laugh again.

She drew in her massive form, and a swirl of black mist condensed into a humanoid figure roughly Enya’s size.

She now stood tall in a long black dress, with black hair and a striking, voluptuous figure.

In terms of physical presence, Enya seemed small by comparison.

This was the human form of the black dragon, the walking calamity — Pandrak.

At over two meters tall, Pandrak stood in front of Enya, head held high, practically looking down her nose at her.

Enya had to look up — past that commanding chest — just to meet her gaze.

Enya couldn’t help but give her a look of disdain.

She knew exactly what Pandrak was like.

After all, they’d fought a fierce battle — from dawn to dusk, for days on end, shaking the very earth itself.

And in the end, Enya was the victor.

Or… maybe neither of them won.

The scenery shifted, and a grand palace took shape around them.

Enya and Pandrak now stood in an opulent great hall.

Outside, a vast balcony revealed a sweeping landscape.

A few indistinct-faced maids stood silently nearby, ready to obey their mistress’s commands.

Pandrak lounged like an arrogant empress, casually seated in an exquisitely crafted chair, legs crossed.

As she enjoyed a shoulder and leg massage from two maids, she sipped vivid red wine from a crystal glass — waiting for Enya to tell her another joke.

In front of Enya?

A tiny little stool.

Seeing this, Enya took a deep breath.

She very nearly slapped this insolent creature into dust.

Living in her home, eating her food — how dare she act like the master?

But… she needed something from Pandrak.

So Enya endured.

She sat down on the stool and looked up at Pandrak.

“Who is she?”

“…”

Pandrak’s smile vanished in an instant.

She waved the maids away and dropped her crossed leg, her previous relaxed air gone entirely.

Enya saw her reaction and knew: this creature did know who that vile woman was — both her name and her true identity.

So Enya pressed further.

“Tell me who she is, Pandrak — and I’ll help you come back to life.”

“Hahaha.” Pandrak glared at Enya, her expression twisted in a mock-smile.

“You say you can bring me back to life? What a ridiculous joke!”

Who killed her?

Enya.

If not for Enya, she would still be alive and well.

How could she possibly be dead?

Would humans really have risked their lives to slay a dragon just because she had destroyed a city — a border city that had already been overtaken by demons, with barely any survivors?

Only a fool would be sent on a suicide mission.

Humans would’ve just prayed for her to sleep somewhere else.

Only Enya had stood before her and challenged her to battle.

Did Pandrak hate Enya?

No — she didn’t hate her.

In fact, she didn’t even care that Enya had killed her.

“Hatred” was merely a byproduct of human desire.

As a dragon — a mythical species born at the very apex of the world — Pandrak had existed for eons and had none of the messy desires of mankind.

The reason she laughed was simply because, when she tried to understand Enya from a mortal’s perspective, she found Enya’s words hilarious.

“Revive the enemy I killed? Hilarious!”

Yet Enya’s expression didn’t change.

She calmly continued:

“Pandrak, you don’t want to die. Otherwise, you wouldn’t still be here talking to me. Whether you want to be revived or want something else, I can try to give it to you — as long as it’s within my power.”

“Oh?”

Pandrak raised an eyebrow, her tone laced with amusement.

“So generous, huh? Then what if I say… I want your body? Would you give it to me?”

“……”

Enya’s face darkened.

Handing over her body for Pandrak to use — that clearly crossed a line she could not accept.

Pandrak, seeing the hesitation and discomfort on Enya’s face, couldn’t help but feel delighted.

She swirled the red wine in her glass, took a small sip— and promptly spat it out at what Enya said next.

“You’re afraid of her, aren’t you? Makes sense. She can control the dragon blood inside me. That blood was originally yours. So… she can control you too? That’s why you’re afraid of her?”

“……”

After saying this, Enya watched Pandrak closely — and from her reaction, she confirmed her suspicion.

Even someone like Pandrak — the so-called Black Calamity — had something she feared.

So, Enya struck again while the wound was open.

She pressed the question once more:

“Then tell me… who is she?”