Dragons were the life forms that awed humans the most.
They possessed enormous bodies, creating a disparity that forced insignificant humans to look up just to see them. They also had wings, appearing in skies humans could never reach. More than that, they possessed long lives and powerful supernatural strength. The elements humans regarded as the power of Deities—fire, lightning, and the like—were breathed forth by Dragons.
So, when the silhouette of a Dragon appeared above Vera Fortress, a sight not even the Demon invasion had brought about unfolded.
Countless slaves and commoners fled like headless flies. They did not even know where was safe, because their seemingly sturdy houses were not even as large as one of the Dragon's claws. Even Vera Fortress seemed tiny before a Dragon. The castle, already more than half ruined, was nothing but a toy before such a creature.
People fled, yet the Dragon in the sky did not attack. That eased the soldiers of Vera Fortress somewhat, especially since sharp-eyed knights had already spotted a figure on the Dragon's back.
What kind of person could stand atop a Dragon's head?
"Dragon Knight!"
The knight's heavy cry made everyone's heart jolt. If heroes marked the beginning of every person's legends, then Dragon Knights were surely the end of that dream.
The soldiers instinctively lowered their weapons. Pointing such weapons at a Dragon Knight would be the gravest disrespect.
The Dragon beat its wings. When it landed in the plaza of Vera Fortress, everyone finally saw the terrifying difference in size between a Dragon and a human.
"Your Excellency Dragon Knight, I am Rels Vera. May I ask why you have come here?"
The only Sanctuary Knight in Duke Vera's Territory spoke, humble enough in the presence of a Dragon Knight. Count Clayton, however, was