“What, this...?” 7

Kubartos couldn’t take his eyes off Kraugel’s sword. 6

A red aura resembling the flames of the Fire Dragon, legitimately hot, rising from a mere human’s sword. It was a flame that could turn most things to ashes. 5

Kubartos recalled a disgraceful memory. He remembered the red dragon that had dared look at him with the eyes of a predator. The pain of having his scales burned by the fire released by him was still vivid. Even now, he sometimes felt a portion of his soul burning. Every time this happened, the concept of death became clearer to him, and he experienced the feeling of turning into something small, insignificant. 3

Kubartos asked a question that even he found absurd. “Are you Trauka’s illegitimate son?” 24

It was Bunhelier’s fault. Back when he’d gone insane, he’d set the precedent of mating with a human and giving birth to a child. This had left Kubartos dumbfounded for a while. 4

Kraugel cocked his head. He was relieved to learn that Biban’s escape had become easier thanks to Kubartos’ interest in him. 0

‘A dragon is making a joke?’ 1

Kubartos recovered a bit and corrected his question. “How do you have those flames?” 0

Kraugel didn’t want to hand him the answer easily. Looking closely at the face of the blond-haired man, who was so handsome that he might as well have been born to be loved by everyone, Kraugel determined that Kubartos’ curiosity was authentic. 0

“Who knows...” 2

A dragon was born to rule and control. They even said that there was nothing they didn’t know. Now, one was showing signs of panic on his face, which was unusual. If Kraugel maneuvered this situation well, he might be able to buy more time than ex...2