It was time to have a chat with the Welsh Dragon but honestly, I spent quite a while trying to figure out how to do it.

Which meant I spent the last few minutes poking the green gem in my hand with my finger, with magic and with Galatine. None of which gave me a reaction from the dragon of Welsh Isles.

After a while, I ended up throwing the damn jewel to the ground in anger. So of course that ended up what triggered a reaction from the stupid orb.

"Wh, what the? Where am I?!" The deep voice of the dragon echoes around us as the jewel pulses with green light with each word. Happy that conversation was possible now, I pick up the orb and dust off the dirt that got on it when I threw it.

"Hello there."

"Hmm, a human? No, something different. Tell me, who are you and where am I?" The dragon demands, his voice full of regal presence that no being stuck in a tiny jewel should possess.

"I am Cyrus Samson and you are in a pocket dimension with me." No reason not to answer.

"Hmm, Samson you say? Like the Donkey Bonejaw Samson?"

"My ancestor but please tell me that is his actual title." I said with a smile, such a title was both badass and hilarious.

"Of course, that long haired weirdo ended up killing devils and fallen with that damn bonejaw before they decided to destroy his powers with the old hooker trick. Not that it helped since he ended up getting them back. Word of advice kid, don't give a hooker a chance to destroy the source of your powers or you might end up trapped under a pillar and die."

"I'll keep that in mind." I wanted to get mad, I really did, but couldn't since that was exactly how my ancestor had died. How lucky I am that my powers were not dependent on my hair.

"Make sure that you do. How am I here anyway?" Ddraig inquired, his voice full of curiosity.

"I killed you wielder and took the core that housed your soul."

"…"

"…"

"Are you saying that you… stole me?!" Ddraig's calm voice took a hysterical tone towards the end.

"Huh, I thought that you would have focused more on the fact that I killed your wielder before he could even manifest you."

"My hosts dying before they can awaken me isn't anything new but this is the first time that I have been stolen!" Ddraig said before starting to laugh.

"To think that I, the Red Dragon Emperor, could experience anything new after all this time! How amusing!" He was far more chill than I had thought.

"So, was there a reason for you to steal me? Or did you do it just to see if you could?"

"I want to free you." I said, no reason to hide my intentions.

"…brat, be careful with what you say." Huh, he sounded… not mad but he definitely wasn't pleased with my words.

"I spent centuries trying to break out of this, this prison! Do you truly expect me to believe that you would release me, or that you even could?!" Huh so that's the reason. He already had lost all hope for freedom and likely thought that I was just making fun of him.

"I do not possess the means to free you currently but I do intent to free you. Also, even if you tried for centuries, you could only try to break out from inside; a perspective from outside should be useful." I pointed out.

"…you truly mean what you say. Then what is your reason? There is no way that one would try to free me simply out of the goodness of their heart."

"I want to form a contract with you."

"Hah. You mean have me as your familiar. A prisoner to a pet, not exactly a big change." Oh great, he was grumpy.

"I think being able to spread your wings again would be a pretty great change and if you're still unsure about this…" I created a magic circle and Anatole flew through it. A rather nifty ability that allowed me to summon my familiar, meaning I could always have Anatole come to me.

"…I can just feed you to Anatole here, it wouldn't be as potent as having you but I still would have a minion with the power of Red Dragon Emperor."

"Wait, is that an Anqa?! Ok ok, you got me. I will accept this contract, but I am not calling you master." His tune changed pretty quickly.

"And I don't expect you to call me that. Either call me by my name or 'partner'."

"Very well… partner."

{+30 Reputation with Ddraig Y Goch[30/100] for promising him his freedom even if only as your familiar}

"Great!" I clapped my hands and then brought one of many loots I had gotten from the zombies, a cyclops skull.

"Just to give you a face so that we can talk properly."

"Wait what?" Before he could say anything, I put the orb in the eye socket of the skull.

"…I hate you."

{-3 Reputation with Ddraig Y Goch[27/100] for pulling shit like this}

Worth it.

Then I exited the dungeon and went back home, to meet with Paul who had very large bags under his eyes as he worked on potions. Huh, it was morning, guess I spent I lot of time in the dungeon.

"Hey Paul, are my potions ready?"

The genius alchemist's forehead met the desk with a groan.

With a chuckle I took the guy off of the desk and put him on my couch, he may have cockblocked me but he had made a little under a hundred potions and almost completed my impossible mission for him. He deserved some rest.

And now I had to go to school, joy. Whelp, not like I would pay attention to classes, I was going just to meet Rias' peerage and then help Aika with magic. I had the tool to do so now.