Ceasefire Negotiations

Pegasus soared through the sky, clad in silver armor and white robes, like a knight stepped from a shrine's holy icon. Just like the legendary Saint George, he bore Divine Radiance across his shoulders and resolutely embarked upon his dragon-slaying quest.

In legends, such a brave character, no matter how vast the disparity in strength between himself and his enemy, would often overcome thorns and hardships, slay the dragon, and save the princess.

But reality was not a legend, and the dragon-slaying hero did not face some dragon beast with only a thin bloodline, barely stronger in battle than a wild animal.

"Heavenly Father above, bless Saint George's knight with victory and let him slay the demon dragon."

"In the Father's name, in Saint George's name, may we return victorious."

Countless English soldiers fell to their knees and prayed devoutly.

The holy knight, burdened with countless expectations and watched by all, clutched the Dragon-Slaying Crossbow in his hand. At some unknown point, sharp bone spurs had grown from it, piercing into his flesh and continuously drawing the holy radiance from within him.

He gritted his teeth and forcefully endured the torment inflicted by this dragon-slaying holy artifact, urging Pegasus closer.

The closer he came, the more acutely he felt the oppressive force emanating from the demon dragon's mountain-like, rugged body.

No, it was not merely the pressure of its immense size. There was also an intense divine power, a divinity utterly incomparable to the pagan gods he had personally slain before. It was as though the whole world lay prostrate beneath its feet.

Could such a terrifying demon dragon truly be something he could challenge?

Pegasus began to balk. Even this highly spiritual holy beast feared the demon dragon's oppressive presence. No matter how many times the holy knight urged