“What did you just say, Siegfried? Did you just ask for a piece of my heart?”0

“Yes, sir.”0

“...What?”0

“Just a little bit. Only about this much,” Siegfried said, gesturing with his thumb.0

“...”0

Vulcanus was so dumbfounded by Siegfried’s request that he could not even get angry at him. He had never encountered someone as crazy as Siegfried—someone crazy enough to ask a dragon for a piece of their heart.0

It was then.0

Deus was still gazing at the fishing float bobbing on the lake when he said, “Elder Brother. What are you saving it for? It'll turn into waste if you hold on to it for too long without using it."0

“W-What are you trying to say?”0

“Would losing a fingernail-sized piece of your heart really cause you any trouble or inconvenience you?”0

“N-No, I suppose not.”0

Vulcanus was the First Red Dragon, and his heart was so massive that it was the size of a small stadium. Losing a piece the size of a human’s thumbnail would not affect him at all.0

“Then just give it to him. It’s not like you have any use for it, right?” Deus urged again.0

“But…” Vulcanus muttered, looking troubled.0

“I need it to save a life, sir,” Siegfried said, looking at Vulcanus. Then, he continued, “You will be saving a life and...0