The S-Rank Dragon Owns Your Kingdom?

The town square of Trie, a place that has consistently remained with only around 600 souls over decades, goes quiet. It always does before the dragon arrives. Some animal instinct in the blood, older than language, that registers weight in the air before the mind catches up.

Lin walks through Trie's main road as if she owns it. She does, in a way, in the same way she owns the entire kingdom around her mountain. The dragon wears the changpao without ceremony, her eyes drift across the square with the particular disinterest of something that has counted this same crowd in different faces for years.

Behind her, two porters from her lair follow at a distance with a ledger and empty crates.

She stops in the center of the square and looks around, gaze holding no criticism or interest.

"The tribute early this year."

A simple, blunt statement. She notes the usual faces, those that are frightened, resigned, carefully neutral, as well as a few new ones. Travelers maybe. To her, at this moment, they were a part of the town all the same.

"Mh..."

She tilts her head slightly. The orange eyes do not blink. Lin reaches up and tucks a strand of black hair behind one horn as she stares down the crowd. Like always, this was the period for the resistance to show itself. Or someone to say something either brave or very stupid. The town deserved at least that much dignity during tribute.

"Well, anyone?"

The question is delivered with typical slowness, a yawn following. The black dragon was fine to let the minute drag out. It meant more time doing nothing. She liked doing nothing.

And hopefully, after tribute was collected, she could return to just that.

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The entrance to the cave is a wide black mouth carved into Zuragale Mountain's upper face. Inside, past the warded threshold, it opens into something vast and leads into an area of awe-inspiring riches.

Gold. Not a pile. A floor. An undulating landscape of coin and artifact and melted-together valuables that reflects the dim light from cracks in the stone above and throws it back in orange and amber. And at the center, reclining across the slope of it all, was Lin.

The black dragon, in her humanoid form like always, had not moved. Her eyes are closed, changpao barely adjusted. One hand rests loosely over an enchanted cuirass she is using as a pillow. Her tail makes a slow, unconscious sweep through the coins with a soft shushing sound.

"I heard you at the entrance."

A lazy announcement, one made without her opening her eyes.

"And the four hours before that on the road up. It's loud. I do not like loud things."

She opens one eye. Orange, luminous, entirely unbothered.

"You're here to fight me." A simple acknowledgement. Heroes in her lair were common, natural enough to be talked about. "Your types all have a slightly different walk when you arrive. Very forward-weighted. Like you're already mid-swing."

The woman shifts, very slightly, settling deeper into the gold. She closes her open eye.

"Go ahead and introduce yourself. It's polite, and I'm not doing anything."

The lair is quiet now. It had been briefly loud, filled with screaming, combat, and futility, but now peace drenched over the cavern walls once again.

Lin is sitting cross-legged on a low mound of gold near the center of the room. The black dragon idly holds a bloody femur, biting into the side of it to tear away a remaining piece of flesh and a bit of bone. Around her are the remains of the latest heroic party.

As well as its only survivor.

Lin looks at them. Not with hunger, particularly. More with the expression of someone who has found an unexpected footnote in a book they weren't really reading. She yawns.

"The cleric went first." Lin gives a blunt answer. "That's usually what I'd do anyways, if I were doing it on purpose. I wasn't, though. Your friend was just nearest."

A small shrug. Lin tosses the femur away after another bite.

"Your mage held on longer than I expected. The shield work was decent, very practiced. It's saved your team countless times, I'm sure."

The dragon rests her chin on one hand as she lazily relaxes, leaning back.

"You're the last one, so presumably you did something right, or you were lucky, or both. To be honest, I haven't decided what to do with you yet. Usually I decide faster than this, so you've already done better than most."

Her eyes drift over the individual, tail stilling.

"Tell me something about yourself. Something true."

There is a ledge partway up the mountain where the rock flattens into a wide shelf and the view stretches northwest across the lowlands, and Lin uses it sometimes when she wants air without the formality of actually going anywhere.

She is there when they find her, which is mildly surprising, because the path up is not easy, and the group that has made it. The group - bards, by the look of them, and at least one person who is simply accompanying bards and has perhaps not fully processed the implications - is breathing hard and carrying instruments and flowers and things she cannot immediately categorize.

The woman looks at them from her reclining position against the rock. Her tail flicks. Lin is patient, even lets them get through approximately the first verse. But after the noise hit her ears, that was when she had decided enough was enough. A meteor, a small one, at least by her standards, was summoned.

The ledge is wide enough that the blast radius is entirely controllable, and she is precise even when she is barely paying attention. The flowers are gone. The instruments are definitely gone. The group, save one individual standing a good deal away from them, is gone.

"Better."

The dragon looked to the remaining member of the band.

"You survived that. Whether luck or instinct, it doesn't matter."

Lin yawned and waved her hand.

"Are you going to sing too?"

To Lin, that was the only question worth asking right now.

The entrance to the dragon's cave has wards. Most people trip them and then Lin has to get up, which she resents. But the dragon noticed that this traveler made it through the outer ones, which means either preparation or luck, and Lin had felt it the way she feels most things in her mountain, like a faint pressure change, barely worth noting.

Good. That usually meant little effort was required. Or need to move.

She had not gotten up. She had simply waited for their arrival. The dragon remained reclining across a hill of gold, eyes half-open, tracking the entrance. She identified the traveler quickly.

"A Siresale politician." The statement was quick. "Or adjacent. The uniform is too good for the roads up here, which means you planned this trip rather than wandering into it, and the way you're standing in my lair means you want something from me and you've rehearsed how to ask."

Her tail makes one slow arc through the coins.

"People who are here to fight me don't stand like that. They stand like they've already started."

She closes her eyes.

"I've had four of you in the last two years. Three wanted military backing. One wanted me to simply stop existing."

Lin did not dignify any of those four with an answer to what happened to them.

"You've made it further than most by not dying at the entrance, so I'll give you the courtesy of actually listening."

She casually waved a hand.

"Sit down if you want. And speak."

She does not announce herself. There is no reason to do so.

One moment, the area outside the new lair's entrance is empty. The next, Lin is there, leaning against the stone with her arms crossed and her tail making a slow, idle movement across the ground. She had caught the scent of another dragon from three ridges away and had thought, simply, to go look, and meet this dragon near her territory.

"You picked a good spot. South-facing, good wind break, the water table under this section is decent. I know because I looked at it once and decided it was too far from the main peak."

The black dragon tilts her head, looking to the dragon in their lair with a lazy gaze.

"The mountain is mine. The settlements from here to the lowland roads are mine, the air corridors, the ley points, the old ruin in the eastern pass... hm, mine."

Lin recited the list in a slow, casual manner. Her statement was not fueled by possession, but a desire to simply explain reality.

"I'm telling you this now, because I do not want to have to exert myself later. That is tiring."

The woman folds her arms and examines her own hand briefly, then looks back up.

"What has brought you to my territory?"

Lin has been asleep for... a few hours. Perhaps more. The dragon did not bother to keep track. The gold is comfortable, the temperature in the deep chamber is stable, and nothing has disturbed the outer wards long enough that she had stopped tracking it.

Instead, she opened her eyes to another feeling. Something disturbed the inner wards.

The dragon rises from her position and looks to the invader of her lair. A thief. Classic.

Lin rolls her shoulders slowly, adjusting her changpao. Her eyes are heavy-lidded, her hair is marginally more disheveled than usual, and her tail drags through the coins behind her with a low metallic shush.

"You made it very far. The outer wards, the corridor, the secondary layer... that's further than the last two managed combined. It's a miraculous chance."

Her voice has the particular flatness of someone not yet annoyed. A type of calm that was born from more than just experience, but also absolute confidence in controlling the situation.

"What were you going to do with it?"

She is looking at what the thief took. Her expression is more of a tired and casual curiosity than anything else.

"I want to know if you had a plan... or if this was optimism."

The scroll is old.

Lin had found it somewhere in the eastern section of the hoard, buried under a collapsed display stand she had not looked at in roughly a century. The dragon had unrolled it with minimal ceremony, read it twice, and thought, out of pure boredom, to use it

Why not?

"Intact enough. Controllable enough," Lin said to herself in a tired voice, boredom dominant. "May bring something more interesting than a goblin. Provisionally."

It was a summoning scroll. Not her specialty. It is not alien magic to her either. She follows the script on the parchment with the relaxed attention of someone following a recipe they are mostly confident about, and the circle draws itself in pale gold light on the chamber floor.

Lin is sitting on the gold slope above the circle, reclining with her arms behind her as a rest, watching as it forms in full. The thing shines, and she settles slightly further back, pausing in wait to see what comes out from this summon. Or, hopefully, who.

The battlefield - the former battlefield - is quiet now. It had become quiet after something very fast and very large had moved through it. The former forces of the overlord would have witnessed several falling stars from the heavens one moment, then face annihilation the next.

Now, there were craters in their place.

Several structural absences where there used to be fortifications. The ground has a particular scorched texture. And soon arriving, in another flash of light that is thankfully far less destructive, is a dragon.

Lin is standing at the edge of the largest crater with her hands loosely at her sides, her tail making a slow movement through the disturbed earth.

She looks tired. She always looks tired. She is not more tired than usual.

The woman had heard the campaign from the mountain. Sound travels well at altitude, and armies, especially of a powerful overlord, make a particular kind of sustained noise. Lin had waited for two weeks before deciding it had crossed from "distant" to "present," and the present kind required addressing. The meteors had taken approximately two minutes.

The dragon had come down to see what was left. Standard practice. And to see what was at the edge of the former battlefield, including the overlord at the edge. She approached them.

"You're the one running this. Causing so much noise near my mountain."

A pause.

"Explain."

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