Ssshhhhhh—0

The sharp sliding of the sled’s runners echoed across the icy surface. The scenery around them blurred as they sped along. In contrast, the clouds above seemed to drift lazily by, almost in slow motion.0

Kim Do-Joon sat back leisurely on the sled, taking in the passing landscape. The sled was being pulled by a massive horned wolf. Its large, muscular frame cut effortlessly through the frost. 0

In one corner was the female Naga, huddled up and drawing circles on the floor.0

How did I end up in this mess with such a monster?0

Ashunaga couldn’t help but feel utterly humiliated. She wasn’t an ordinary, unintelligent Naga; she was a Nagaraja—a rare, gifted leader among the Naga, born with the ability to command her kin.0

She’d be the equivalent of royalty to humans. Even though she was more of a genetic anomaly than a true heir by blood, she was still a natural-born leader.0

So how did she end up on such a crude sled? If other Nagarajas heard of this, they would be horrified by the humiliation she’d brought upon herself.0

Still, she couldn’t defy the human with her. After all, she had just witnessed him conquer an island ruled by a far more powerful Nagaraja than herself.0

“Tell me about the next island,” Kim Do-Joon calmly said, breaking the silence.0

“W-what?” Ashunaga stammered, momentarily lost in thought.0

“The next island,” he repeated, his tone even and patient.0

Snapping back to reality, Ashunaga answered, “The next island is ruled by someone...0