There Is No World For ■■

* * *The red dragon, Orsay Taboul, awoke from its long slumber.Its keen dragon senses informed it that a guest had arrived at its cave.It spread its wings and stretched as it pondered.Had the end finally arrived after decades of waiting? Or would it turn out to be yet another futile expectation?Just then, a rumble echoed as stalactites and dust fell from the ceiling.Someone was forcing the door open. Indeed, it seemed that a real guest had arrived.Only then did Orsay Taboul raise its heavy body and begin making preparations to welcome its visitor.The preparations were nothing grand.First, he awakened the magic circle and guardians set up throughout the cave. A blue glow of mana illuminated the darkness.Once visibility was secured, the Dragon carefully cleaned the tomb at its feet, brushing away the dust and meticulously inspecting the treasures beside it.The preparations were completed quickly; it was something it had done hundreds, if not thousands, of times before.Thud! Thud!However, seeing that it would take the guest a bit more time to open the door, the Dragon was granted a brief moment of leisure.With the extra time that old beings often came across, it closed its eyes and reminisced about the past.The first thing that came to mind was its nest.Though it had guarded this place for decades, not once did it think of this place as its nest because its true nest lay beyond the Dimensional Portal, in the dwarven kingdom filled with gold and mana metal.A place brimming with gold and jewels, adorned with exquisite decorations and treasures crafted by dwarves.Among them, the most beautiful treasure it possessed was a life-sized statue made in its image.A statue that captured the moment of its younger self carrying the dwarven king on its back while battling monsters.That statue was once the Dragon's pride and joy. And for the dwarves, it was a testament to history and myth, a symbol that promised a great future.…At least, it had been that way until Stalin invaded the dwarven kingdoms.The Dragon turned the page to the next chapter of its memories.Buried in its distant memories, it recalled the war that had destroyed the statue and its nest.The cursed invader, Stalin, and the communists pelted down mustard gas and shells like rain.Before the might of Earth's deadly weapons, the dwarves' massive fortresses and underground passages were unable to serve their purpose.The later generations of dwarves came to refer to that time as the ‘Yellow Winter.’The onslaught of bombardment that lasted through the changing seasons, with no signs of negotiations or appeasements.After an attack so relentless that made even the most stubborn dwarf have no choice but to surrender—or perhaps wiped out all such dwarves—the dwarves finally gave in, holding up a white flag stained yellow by mustard gas.However, Stalin, the victor of the war, showed them no mercy. Declaring that dwarves were not human and that animals had no right to be proletarians, countless dwarves were shipped to the gulags.Entire clans were exterminated. And the Dwarf’s Mountain Range was renamed the Lenin¹ Mountain Range.The fate of its nest was no different.The nest, which contained a history as long as the Dragon's life, crumbled under bombardment, leaving no trace behind.The fate of its statue was even more horrifying. The communists melted down the ‘reactionary’ statue in a blast furnace.After that, the Dragon had no way of knowing what happened to the statue. It could only vaguely speculate that it had either become material for the Soviet palaces or turned into a Lenin statue...As it reminisced about all this, the Dragon's right wing twitched.Argh… it’s happening again.The Dragon gently caressed the massive scar that ran across its right wing.The scar on its right wing was from the time it had flown through Russia's air defenses with the dwarven king on its back.Like how hero defeated the demon king to restore peace, it was the consequence of its own foolishness and ignorance to try and defeat the Demon King Stalin—Sensing that the seal protecting the cave was broken, and the magic circle prepared at the entrance exploded, its thoughts didn’t continue any further.!!!!!!A short quake followed. Unable to withstand the tremors, the ceiling of the cave showered down dust.Once again, dust settled in the tomb it had painstakingly cleaned up. The Dragon frowned and looked towards the entrance.And as if to further prove that the entrance had been breached, a unisex voice boomed through the cave.“Come in—!”It was the voice of a human, not a dwarf. Orsay Taboul was unable to hide its disappointment.It looks like it’s not a guest but a thief.Without hesitation, the Dragon moved the guardians into action.