To the ordinary races of the Mother Continent, dragons were the most mysterious race they knew of—more mysterious even than certain ancient spirits worshipped as gods across this land. (At first, Little Crow had been worshipped as some ancient spirit.) After all, no matter how lofty ancient spirits might be, ordinary people still had opportunities to encounter their power or learn what they looked like. There were also countless legends about them circulating throughout the continent, with new stories constantly appearing—the southern regions had recently seen the greatest increase in miracles of the Crow God. But as for dragons, all ordinary races knew was that these unprecedentedly powerful creatures lived somewhere and truly existed. No one knew what dragons' power was really like; they only knew that dragons were strong. No one knew where dragons lived either. Many scholars guessed that they dwelled in some Lost World unreachable by humans. The last time dragons had appeared on the continent was centuries ago, and they had been witnessed by mortals for less than an hour. A real race with such a low profile—their mystery spoke for itself.
Yet Charles's appearance seemed tailor-made to shatter every impression I had formed. This Silver Dragon... how should I put it? He was strange in every possible way. Forget his temperament and personality—just the fact that, by the time he was ready to leave, he had already become buddies with every brat in town was astonishing enough. All right, let me roughly explain what happened over the past two days.
During the two days he stayed in the Holy Capital, this Silver Dragon displayed all sorts of eye-opening traits. On the first day Charles arrived, the local civilians had been deeply uneasy about a giant beast over ten meters long taking up residence in the