Reborn As A Nephilim: The Rise of A Manaless Prince

'It worked!' Arvell rejoiced.

He turned to look at the baby dragon.

'Jump up in the air once.'

The baby dragon bent its knees before jumping upwards.

After it landed back on its feet it looked at Arvell expectantly.

Arvell smiled gently and patted its head.

'Good job.'

The little dragon purred contently.

'Kyuu!'

It seemed that listening to the white-haired man earned it more head pats!

The dragon wanted more headpats…

Looking at Arvell, it stared intently as if asking for its next tasks.

It will get more headpats!

Noticing its eager gaze, Arvell wanted to try his original goal once more.

'Cast an illusion on yourself.'

While the little dragon was unable to understand Arvell's words, his intent was directly conveyed to it.

The little dragon scrunched up its face as it focused single-mindedly on using illusion magic.

"KYUUUU!!!"

White-coloured mist started forming around the dragon, covering it from head to toe.

The mist gradually thickened, going from completely see-through to completely opaque.

The colour of the mist changed as well.

It went from a see-through white to completely pitch-black.

Even with his enhanced sight, Arvell was unable to see the dragon anymore.

After a moment, the mist started receding, leaving only a confused-looking black fox.

"Kyuu?"

The fox looked down at its body and went into a panic.

Its body went from gold to black!

Noticing a short fluff of black on its right-hand side, the fox tried to catch it.

Unfortunately, this fluff was one step of it, no matter how hard it tried, it couldn't catch it.

While the fox kept itself busy chasing its tail, Arvell was marvelling at its new appearance.

'I don't see any flaws! I can't believe forming a pact even worked like this.

Weren't dragonkin different from beasts?'

Lykos simply shrugged his shoulders.

'There are many things in this world you can't explain with your limited knowledge.'

The two of them had tried to form a taming contract with the little dragon.

Normally beast tamers used these pacts to be able to better communicate with their beast.

This connection worked similar to Arvell and Lykos's only on a more superficial level.

By using blood as a catalyst, they could form a connection between their two souls, allowing them to communicate with each other mentally.

However, this kind of contract is only possible if both parties are willing.

It can't be one-sided.

While it could be said Arvell made use of the young dragon's innocence and naivety to form a contract with it, Arvell didn't do it with impure intentions.

Nor did he have any desire to cause harm to the newborn dragon.

He did this purely for mutual benefit.

Furthermore, most beast summoners formed contracts with beasts when they were young and less aggressive.

They would slowly build kinship while letting the beast grow older, resulting in them being completely loyal to their respective tamer when they grew up.

The fox teetered back and forth before collapsing onto the ground.

It gently panted for air as it lay sprawled on its back.

'Sigh… To think it got dizzy and collapsed while chasing its tail.' Arvell sighed.

He squatted down beside the fox and picked it up, cradling it in his arms.

Arvell began walking to the door, before Lykos's apparition stopped right in front of him.

'Hmm? Do you want something Lykos?'

Lykos gave Arvell a deadpan gaze.

'Are you doing this right now?'

Arvell was visibly confused.

'What do you mean?'

Lykos face palmed and sighed.

'This child was just born not too long ago. Are you just going to call him 'dragon' for the rest of his life? Give him a name for crying out loud!'

Realizing Lykos had a point, Arvell embarrassingly nodded his head.

'What do you think we should name it?'

'You're the one it has a connection with, not me. It's only fitting that you are the one who names it.'

Realizing he had a point, Arvell nodded.

'That does make sense…'

Arvell began brainstorming ideas for names.

After much deliberation, Arvell's eyes widened in realization.

'Why not call it goldie? It's gold right?'

Lykos visibly cringed.

'Sigh… I had forgotten since the incident with Sepis and Nord, but damn your naming sense utterly sucks.'

Lykos recalled back to when Arvell had first created the 2 skeletons.

He wanted to call them Overpowered Skeleton 1 and 2.

Simply since they were better than ordinary skeletons.

His naming sense was so bad, that it was reminiscent of a certain blacksmith.

If it wasn't for Lykos's intervention, things would have turned out completely terrible in the future.

Instead of striking fear into his enemies, they would be either confused or would simply laugh at the two skeletons.

Veins bulged on Arvell's forehead.

'Nord's name doesn't strike fear into the hearts of his enemies! It's not that different!'

Lykos felt offended.

'Nord terrified the bandits!' Lykos pointed out.

'That's only because they didn't hear his name!' Arvell countered.

"KYUUUU!"

Hearing a series of voices echo in its head, the fox desperately clutched its head in an effort to make it stop.

Since it was connected to Arvell's mind, it could hear Lykos as well.

This many voices in someone's head would drive anyone crazy, much less a newborn.

Hearing its pained cries, Arvell and Lykos stopped their squabble and looked at the fox who was trembling in Arvell's arms.

'Sorry,' the two of them unanimously apologized.

Lifting its head the dragon looked at Arvell with a tearful look.

'Kyuu?'

'Don't worry we're done…' Arvell guiltily apologized.

Realizing he had gotten sidetracked again, he decided to come up with a better name.

One that the dragon could proudly call itself in the future.

Arvell gazed down at the little fox in his arms.

He gave it a conflicted look.

'So… What gender is this dragon anyways?'

Lykos almost facepalmed.

'Did you not bother to notice? Is getting stronger the only thing you care about? You're being far too relaxed with all of this! This child deserves better!'

'But… Getting stronger is the most important thing…'

'That doesn't mean you can just ignore everything else!'

'Fine…' Arvell reluctantly nodded.

'Sigh… It's a boy, so don't go giving it a girl name.'

Arvell nodded once more.

Arvell pondered for a minute before he gave Lykos another name.

Instead of giving Lykos another deadpan look, Lykos instead had a somewhat bitter smile.

'I feel like you could do better, but It's far better than your other names.'

Arvell lifted the fox and held it by its arms in front of his face.

"From now on you will be August."