“Hahaha! Miss Cha, you don’t need to worry. Call me if anything happens. I’ll come running at once! I, Wei Chen, have skin so thick that even the dragons of the legends cannot pierce it!” A bulky man continued to attempt conversation with Cha So-yeong, boasting his muscles… It was ridiculous. His voice was thin compared to his body. It felt as if an annoying mosquito was buzzing in her ear. It was also absurd how he was bragging about himself. 

‘And what? It’s hard for dragons to pierce his skin? Get a grip on yourself, old man.’ Knowing the gentlemen who’d be blown away with just a snort from a dragon was talking a big game, Cha So-yeong wondered what kind of face her mother, a half-dragon, would make if she heard. She muttered, “You’re quite empty-headed for someone who has all those muscles.”

“What?”

“Miss Cha, you don’t need to worry since you have me. You know how sharp my sword is, don’t you? This sword is the one that killed the drake that appeared in California a while ago.” Another man looked over, which annoyed Cha So-yeong even further. He pushed aside the bulky man and proudly pulled out his sword.

The man had a slender figure with a face that was somewhat good-looking. Apparently, he was a model back in his own country. He seemed to think he was...