<span style="color: #FF4040"><br/>"Kill you?" </span><br/>The Norvas lips had a slightly cruel tug at them, as she paused a little, still stepping on him.<span style="font-style: italic">~That would be too easy... right?~</span>She mused inwardly.<br/><span style="color: #FF4040"><br/>"No problem."</span><br/>Her expression was serious and did not give a hint of a joke, as she looked at the sulking creature below, speaking merciless words.<br/><br/>Her words lingered in the empty room, as Serafima observed the dragon boy closely. She had not been paying attention to his little squeaks last time, as she lost to her inner vampire, making her look back at herself with some disgust... Self-control is the way to survival for her, after all.<br/>Looking back, he had seemed to somehow<span style="font-style: italic"> enjoy </span>her outbreak of violent streaks - even though she herself<span style="text-decoration: line-through;">hated</span>reined them in as best as she could.<br/>If you gave your vampiric nature the little finger, it would take your whole body, as they said among Norva.<br/>But, as expected, the dragon boy did not take solitary confinement well. It was an apropriate punishment, in case he dared to go out of control again and destroy her important research or cross other boundaries!<br/>It was not bad enough as to kill him - since he would be just force fed and taken care of - but of course, to drive a sane person mad, you would have to lock it away without any speech or friendly contact.<br/>That is - breaking its will in a true form.<br/>Initially she had wanted to let him just experience a day or two - however, since he did not seem to have the capacity of a brain to think, this time a week had been good. And she saw some results. Not the ones she wanted, but at least<span style="font-style: italic"> some</span>.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF4040">"But, it seems to work better to just lock you up in solitude and darkness again... don’t you think that fits the word <span style="font-style: italic">death</span>, better? Experiencing your own death..slowly.. while alive..."</span>it was an eerie whisper, as two red rubies ignited and dimmed in a short flash in the sparsely lit room.<br/>Then the norva was clouded in silence again.<br/><br/><div style="background-color:#404040; border:1px solid black; margin:10px 10px; padding-left: 5px; padding-right: 5px;"><div style="text-align: center;">***</div><br/>Would she really have to do <span style="font-style: italic">that thing</span>?<br/>Stepping on the dragons solar plexus with her full weight now, her thoughts trailed off, to a strange message sent by Alfred yesterday:<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">"Hello Miss,<br/>I heard you had problems with a masochistic dragon, and could not find any helpful literature [...]"</span><br/><br/> If even Alfie knew, probably everyone of her subordinates would be aware of her helplessness. Serafima frowned thinking about it, while grinding her boot heel into Snows stomach.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">"[...]Recently Rose has been reading some fantasy human novels from our familys stash, and one day she asked me about a special part, that she did not understand. I guess I have to limit her access to adolescent historical books from now on - but this might be of use to you:"</span><br/><br/>What followed was an excerpt.<br/> The particular part talked about a special kind of mount. The Kenta-Uros.<br/><div style="margin:20px; margin-top:5px"><div class="quotetitle"><input class="button2 btnlite" onclick="if (this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display != '') { this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = '';      this.innerText = ''; this.value = 'Hide'; } else { this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = 'none'; this.innerText = ''; this.value = 'Show'; }" style="text-align:center;width:100px;margin:0px;padding:0px;" type="button" value="Show"/></div><div class="quotecontent"><div style="display: none;"><div style="background-color:#000000; border:1px solid black; margin:10px 10px; padding-left: 5px; padding-right: 5px;">Historical excerpt from a fiction novel of humans. Japanese Origin 20XX, <a class="postlink" href="https://xantandminions.wordpress.com/2015/12/28/lv999-villager-chapter-3-p1/">Title:"lvl 999 villager" chapter 3  part 1</a><br/>[...]<br/>“There’s this certain thing that we could ride that would let us arrive quickly, but I absolutely don’t want to ride it.”<br/><br/>“W-Why is that? I…I want to know what is happening, even if it’s just a little faster.”<br/><br/>Kagami, who didn’t know Alice’s feelings, thought about it as sweat ran down his forehead. Honestly, Kagami was also worried about what had happened to the Demon King. His intuition felt that they could not be slow about this, no matter what. It was more important than worrying about being attacked by humans.<br/><br/>“Yosh, let’s decide it based on what we see. We’ll go with the majority vote.”<br/><br/>[...]<br/><br/>Kagami stopped at one of the town’s crossroads and pointed at a wagon that was approaching with a rattling sound.<br/>Alice’s gaze followed his fingertip and the wagon reflected in her view caused her heart to pound violently. A Kenta-Uros had come forward, pulling the wagon. Its upper body had the appearance of a human that bore horns, as if it were a Demon, while its lower half had the appearance of a horse.<br/>This wagon was pulled by two Kenta-Uros. One was blond and had a beautiful figure, while the other, who was old enough to be an Uncle, had a black mustache and short, black hair that was combed straight back from its forehead. They had a unique aroma and gave off a grand atmosphere as they pulled the wagon.<br/>“A-Amazin’! They are able to speak because the upper half of their bodies is like a Demon, right? But, I don’t feel magic, even though their horns look like a Demon’s…Amazing! [...]”<br/><br/>“Quiet! Your voice is loud. ‘Cause here, you’re a human. For now, it’s still too early to decide…so just look.”<br/><br/>As the Kenta-Uros pulling the wagon passed by Kagami, he sent them a distorted gaze, as if he felt grossed out to see a Kenta-Uros’s face.<br/>Without saying anything, the Kenta-Uros, who had noticed Kagami’s gaze, stopped in front of him.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">“A human…this face, what is it?”</span><br/><br/><span style="font-size: 105%; line-height: 116%;">【Kenta-Uros Feature #1】Too much pride. No, although it was uncertain if their pride was actually high, if they saw a disagreeable gaze, they would definitely stop and begin to talk about something.<br/>(They would start talking even if it was something dead)</span><br/><br/>When Kagami continued to look at the Kenta・Uros without saying anything or changing his expression in response to the Uncle Kenta・Uros, the blond Kenta・Uros stepped forward.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">“Human…we are a noble existence. You guys are inferior living beings.”</span><br/><br/><span style="font-size: 105%; line-height: 116%;">【Kenta-Uros Feature #2】They always believe that they are of a noble existence, even in front of humans of an overwhelmingly higher level.</span><br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">“Those like you are an existence equal to rubbish. You should be thankful that we’ve even let you hear our noble voices. Such trash is…”</span><br/><br/>“Shut up! Walk faster!”<br/><br/>As the Kenta-Uros were speaking, the distressed Merchant man aboard the wagon cried out and, with a <span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="font-style: italic">bashibashibashibashi!</span></span>, whipped the two Kenta-Uros that had stopped. At the same time as the violent, painful sound rang out,<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">“<span style="font-style: italic">”NNH AAAAAHHHNN FEELS SO GOODDDDDDD!!!”</span>”</span><br/><br/>The two Kenta-Uros began to shout happily, their eyes rolled upwards, and their tongues hung out of their open mouths when they were struck with the whip.<br/><br/><span style="font-size: 105%; line-height: 116%;">【Kenta-Uros Feature #3】Overwhelmingly masochistic.</span><br/>They had power several times higher than that of a horse, were able to vigorously continue past any obstacle, and were faster than horses. Since they looked down on humans, it would be normal for them to never obey. However, they were masochistic so they were just harmless Monsters that obeyed humans and wanted to get whipped. They are: Kenta-Uros.<br/>They were Monsters who wanted to be whipped, rather than wanting to preserve their pride. They are Kenta-Uros. However, the Kenta-Uros recognized this as a give-and-take relationship so, to them, their pride was being preserved.<br/><br/>“Amazin’, Kagami-san. This is the first time that I thought I was so hated.”<br/>“I know.”</div></div></div></div><br/><br/>While reading this, Serafimas back had broken out in cold sweat.  She closed the excerpt, but then she opened and re-read it, experiencing a Deja-vu.<span style="font-style: italic"> ~Those..and that dragon are exactly the same kind of weird creature!~</span> she did not know whether to laugh or to cry about this. <br/>Alfred's advice had saved her quite a bit of headache, but it brought a new one. <br/>The Norva nodded to herself, it would be good to read some fictional books now and then, from now on...<br/><div style="text-align: center;">***</div></div><br/><br/>While in thought she played with the silver chain that lead to Snow's neck, coiling it around her hand, so that Snows upper body would be painfully tugged with it. It was a wonder how she did not manage to break the dragons spine, while she was stepping on him while tugging his neck upwards.<br/>Focussing back on the specimen for a little while, as the resistance was too high, she let the chain go for a bit, so he smacked down on the floor, and then started winding the chain around her hand another time, repeating the painful procedure. She had been trailing back for a bit, actually unsure of how to proceed, even after her backflash finished. So, she did not know how many times she had wound up and flung back the chain ...<br/><br/><br/>Honestly, she was of one opinion with the main character of that fiction novel - she absolutely did not want to ride something like<span style="font-style: italic">that</span>!<br/>Her eyes narrowed as she glanced at the dragon in suspicion!