Uhm… well, that was quite the rude and belittling remark on their otherwise remarkable guild hall. Was her tastes that deranged from her dragon predecessors? Poor lady, oh poor lady… it honestly made the librarian tilt his head a bit, not having expected such a reply from anyone who stumbled upon the hall for their first time. How was he going to respond to that one, huh?
Ah, she did pay more attention to the metallic constructions inside the hall such as the wolf figure. The attention she paid the metallic works, however, were more so based on an appetite rather than admiration, which the librarian couldn’t exactly refute in the end. Dragons and their tastes…
However, he was caught off guard by another topic brought up by the fellow Dragon Slayer; the topic of his Dragon Guardians, who sadly… and funnily… did not exactly take upon themselves the title of ‘Guardian’. Yuvon rubbed his temples, trying to manufacture the right phrases for explaining his position. It proved not so challenging, since he was such a linguistic wonder – not to toot his own horn or anything – and he coughed softly before laying out his predicament concerning having these ‘Dragon Guardians’ in his life.
“You seem to mistake me for having trained under a mighty Dragon’s tutelage. That is not the case, my eccentric lady,” he corrected her assumption, an assumption that he himself assumed that she… assumed? A lot of assumptions were made there. “You must be aware that a human being can possess a Dragon’s magic through many means. The kind that train under Dragons are simply Dragon Slayers of the First Generation – that is the official term used by knowledgeable wizards abroad.” Maybe a visual display was needed, and Yuvon loved to blow people’s minds away, so he unbuttoned his green blouse and exposed his torso to her.
It was a fairly pale torso. It looked a little uneven at first, but it also looked… blurry? As if some kind of barrier was constantly laminating it, but that wasn’t what he wanted to show her. If she were to focus on the area right in front of his heart, then her draconic vision would clearly see that something was wiggling right under the skin there. Something living… beating… and mobile.
“It’s hard to see with skin covering it, but my heart… is not that of a human being’s. I’m sure you can deduce just what has occurred to me,” he explained to her, inviting her to put 2 and 2 together in order to figure out that his heart was that of a Dragon’s – specifically the one that granted him eldritch, oceanic incantations. “It is possible to imbue parts of a Dragon – so-called Dragon Slayer Lacrimas – into a human being’s body in order to obtain similar results to that of First-Generation Dragon Slayers. That is, indeed, the case with yours truly, Yuvon the Trivial Masterpiece to whom your company intrigues!” He began buttoning up his blouse afterwards, “I possess two parts; one has substituted my heart, and another Dragon Slayer Lacrima is implanted in my brain.”
And just like that, she now knew of Yuvon’s sources of Dragon Slayer Magic. Mission complete!
“Now it’s your turn, mademoiselle, to reveal to me the means which you have come to possess Dragon Slayer Magic. That is only fair, in our parts…”