There was a man named Orix Dragonic three hundred years ago.

Just like Vermouth, Orix suddenly made a name for himself in the world. During the time when demonic beast armies had invaded the Kiehl border, a general thought that his army had no chance of winning on this chaotic battlefield, so he was about to order his people to retreat.

At that moment, Orix literally dropped from the sky. After he appeared, he slaughtered half of the demonic beast armies with his sword force that reached tens of meters in length. With Orix’s help, the Kiehl army had a chance of winning, and they didn’t let it go to waste — they successfully drove out the demonic beast army from the Kiehl border.

Most heroes who lived during the era had a story or two like this. That was only natural; the world was in chaos three hundred years ago. There were wars going on everywhere, the enemies were always strong, humans were weak and outnumbered…. People couldn’t help but dream of becoming a hero.

When somebody asked Orix about where he had learned swordsmanship, Orix told the man that he had learned it from his father. When someone else interrupted the conversation and asked how he could accumulate that much mana, his answer remained the same. In fact, he used the same answer for most questions. In the end, the general became so frustratingly curious that he had to ask who Orix's father was.

—My father’s name is Parlasquez. He is a dragon.

…Although the world believed so, Hamel knew that Orix Dragonic wasn’t half human and half dragon.

His name was Venos Allen. Just like Hamel, he was a mercenary. At one point in time, Venos and Hamel had been in the same mercenary guild. They had even fought together on the battlefield.

He wasn’t Hamel’s friend, though.

Venos was a narrow-minded bastard. When the young Hamel had first joined...