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* * *As the starlight brushed past its wings, the Dragon shut its eyes tight.Was it due to the fear of crashing to the ground? No, that wasn't it. Then, was it due to the pain from the wounds? That wasn't it either.It was because of the shame. Yes, the sensation of plummeting to the ground brought back memories that Orsay Taboul never wanted to recollect.Decades ago, it had dauntlessly charged into the Soviet air defense system, carrying a noble king on its back.All because of its childish desire to recreate the ancient legend of a hero defeating the Demon King to restore peace.It was a childish thought, but the noble king accompanied the dragon as it crossed the Kaesong Dimensional Portal.As they flew across the skies of underdeveloped Korea, the Dragon was assured of their victory as they headed towards Moscow.The anti-aircraft guns were unable to pierce its scales, and the fighter jets called MIG¹ were mere scraps of metal in the face of its breath.Just as the ancient hero had done, it was confident that it could burn down the Demon King's castle, the Earthians called the Kremlin², and defeat the Demon King named Stalin.However, it didn't take long for it to realize that those thoughts were nothing but arrogant.The air defense system of the Soviets was qualitatively different from those of China and Korea.For one of the superpowers dividing the Earth, a single dragon was nothing more than a moving target to test their latest weapons and new air defense systems. Nothing more, nothing less.Fighter jets flying at supersonic speeds and anti-aircraft missiles filled the sky.The Dragon tried its best to resist, but that was all it could do.Even the mighty dragon's magic and the king's magic tool were unable to block the relentless barrage.And even before they could see the skies of Moscow, Orsay Taboul and the king were struck by a missile.The horrifying shrapnel warhead shattered the protective shield, and the explosive flames ripped its right wing apart.And just like that, the Dragon, who had lost a wing, and the noble king...Fell.BOOM!!As its massive body crashed, the entire valley trembled.Pain shot up the Dragon's spine as it collided with the ash-covered ground, but it ignored the pain and protected its nape.[No! I can't let that happen again!!]The place where the king would have been seated.The king it was supposed to protect had long been buried in the grave, yet its mind was still trapped in the distant past.The Dragon unleashed its magic in a fit of rage.It erected a wall of fire, reinforced with a protective shield at its foot, to keep the fighter jets and missiles at bay. This was a countermeasure it had rehearsed hundreds of times in its mind.It was the best means for blocking missiles, but the enemy wasn't neither the Soviet military nor the fighter jets. It was a Superhuman who could pass through the wall of fire with just his bare body.Tap.The one who had severed the Dragon's wing leaped off the cliff and landed on the protective shield.The Dragon sensed the footsteps, filled with mana and blessings, dashing across the shield. He was targeting its head and neck.Thinking of the Sword Aura that had severed his wing, the Dragon immediately dispelled the shield and rose. As soon as its massive body moved, the entire valley trembled.Yeomyeong’s figure was reflected in the Dragon's vertically slit pupils as he landed on the ground. Immediately after, heat began to gather in the corners of the Dragon's mouth.KW AAAAHHHH!!The Dragon’s Breath it shot out was weaker than before, but much faster. The red flames surged like waves, engulfing the valley.And the next moment, Yeomyeong swung his arms simultaneously.Two blades flashed simultaneously, and blue swordlight shot straight at the breath, colliding with it.Boom—!An intense shockwave erupted, causing the air to scream. The Dragon's narrowed eyes glared at Yeomyeong, who was bracing himself against the shockwave.Both the divine blessing enveloping him, and the Sword Aura, felt otherworldly, as if it did not belong to this Earth.Although it was hard to believe, all the evidence before it pointed to one thing.[The gods... have rejected my desire for vengeance. And at the hands of an Earthian, no less.]Yeomyeong neither confirmed nor denied its assumption. He simply stood still, watching the Dragon as it steadied its posture.[You insignificant pest, thief, and Earthian blessed by the gods.]Mana began to swirl in front of the Dragon. Dozens of spells wove together filled the burning valley.[Do you also deny my desire for vengeance?]It wasn’t seeking an answer. It obviously was one of those questions asked for the purpose of self-justification.However, Yeomyeong's response was enough to startle the Dragon."No, in my opinion... your revenge is justified."[...What?]Yeomyeong raised his sword. Unlike the Comet Sword, which was an Arcane Relic, the mercenary group’s standard-issue iron sword was so worn that it wouldn’t be surprising if it broke at any moment.Being able to use the Comet Sword with both hands meant… that he probably had just two more chances.As Yeomyeong made a rough estimate of his remaining chances, the Dragon asked.[Then why are you stopping me?]"Because the target of your revenge is wrong."[...]"If you had flown to Moscow instead, I would've just just sat back and watched. If you had gone on a rampage, trying to kill the surviving Soviets, I might've even cheered you on."Behind the Dragon's head, Yeomyeong saw Mara flying in with a strange expression on their face. The plan was still on track. So far, at least.Yeomyeong gathered his mana and made one last attempt to draw the Dragon's attention."But venting out on innocent people... that is something I can't agree with. That's all there is to it.”[...Is that so, that's all?]The conversation didn't continue beyond that. The Dragon swung its hand, unleashing the magic it prepared.Just as all kinds of flames were about to engulf Yeomyung.Mara, the Saintess, and the mercenaries all targeted the Dragon's back simultaneously.