Reincarnated as a Dragon's Egg

Short brown hair and a tidy moustache. A height short enough to be mistaken for a child, and at his waist, a dagger that looks more like a child’s training sword than a real weapon.

Is this man truly the legendary swordsman Anise Howgrey? If he really is, then does he truly possess the godlike sword strength that he’s rumoured to have? I can’t help but hold doubts. However, when he flew closer with the Holy Knight he’s riding with, I sensed something.

I cannot beat him. Was fighting this mysterious figure really what I journeyed for?

I don't sense any of the aura of intimidation that I feel from master swordsmen or powerful monsters. But, I sense it intuitively. This man is no swordsman. Or rather, he does not fit in any category of swordsmen I know.

Whenever I have fought a swordsman or monster more powerful than myself, my feeling of excitement has always overridden any fear I would feel. All I would focus on was what techniques my opponent might show me, how they might move, and whether they might be stronger than me.

But, this man is different. It feels almost like I’m peering into a bright-red burning crater. Jumping in means certain death, a death that cannot be resisted. My instincts are shouting warnings incessantly into my ear.

That is why I must say it. I close my eyes and apologise to Aro and the others in my heart.

I will probably be scorned as a traitor. The one who proposed the plan for me to fight in the air to deny them rest was none other than myself. And yet, there is only one thing I can do now.

I open my eyes and point my sword at Howgrey.