(Anyway, since I had nothing better to do... please vote for me.)
In the end, we left behind the chaotic crowd of onlookers at the market and the soldiers in disarray, then swaggered right out under Sandora's psychic interference.
That Purple-Robed Mage grandpa probably would not care why a bunch of inexplicable spectators had suddenly vanished. What he needed to consider now was how to handle this unprecedented emergency. I figured this had to be a situation unlike anything seen since Sentu City had been founded: a dragon descending upon a human city. It was an event that had occurred only a handful of times in all of history, and practically every recorded dragon sighting came with a long list of names afterward—half the time, it was a list of martyrs. I doubted anyone wanted to appear on one of those lists. And today, a dragon had suddenly passed over Sentu. It was bound to become a historic event as well. Whether that dragon returned or not, everyone who had personally witnessed it would remember it for the rest of their lives. Of course, some people had an even more pressing matter to worry about—the passing dragon considered Half-Dragons to be its kin, or at least mixed-blood kin.
The dragon blood within the Half-Dragons had finally been acknowledged by a second race—and by a dragon itself, no less.
"Dragons have not appeared in this world for a very long time. The most recent record dates back over two hundred years. A traveling dragon briefly stopped near the Royal Capital of the Kerquet Duchy and exchanged a few words with the Grand Duke at the time. That was the entirety of the last dragon appearance in this world. No one knows where those dragons live. Humans searched the entire world and