The sword danced on the white beach.

It cut through the air, sending countless white particles flying with each swing. Not grains of sand, but bits of bone—the entire beach was made up of the minuscule fragments of dragon bones that had been ground to dust by the sea breeze.

Many islands in the Kaliduk Archipelago had appeared in the same way, as wind and waves eroded the bones of who knew how many dragons.

While Gerard was the true creator of this beach, since he had killed countless dragons, he actually very much liked the dragons. He liked their hot breaths, their wisdom from the bygone eras, their hard scales, and even their huge wings.

Dragons were beautiful beasts, and it was only natural to be fascinated by them. However, Gerard had always been convinced that he had to subdue them if they ever threatened humanity.

Or so he had thought. Now, he no longer knew if that had been the right mindset.

All he could do was watch as the young man swung a sword on the beach. Every time the young man stepped on the bones of the dragons and jumped into the air, memories of the olden days came to his mind. That was a distant past that Gerard could no longer go back to.

[I believe that I am becoming accustomed to this.]

Gerard raised his head to the source of the voice, which was coming from a far higher position. A huge dragon was crouching on top of a hill and watching the young man with Gerard.

“Getting used to what?” Gerard asked.

[This idyllic life of catching fish, farming, and watching the youngling prance about.]

Gerard agreed with the dragon that they were living an idyllic life, but he felt the need to point out and correct the part about the kid running around the beach.

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