"The stench of blood raises filthy waves, dark clouds like sores upon the sky;
Shadows crawl through gray stone hollows, claws and scales shatter the moonlight's icy gleam.
'By our forebears' might, may our homeland endure forever!'"
"The silver spear pierced between the dragon's scales, into the giant dragon's rancid heart;
It drank deep of ancient, scorching blood, and let his spirit soar within its veins!"
[Gray Stone Tavern] was just as its name suggested: a rough stone house built from the gray stone abundant in Weinberg Territory.
The tavern served only rye beer, chilled in its cellar, which was more than enough to entertain the village drunkards.
Geya had hidden herself completely beneath a hood and mask—
She didn't need the villagers' support, so there was no need to deliberately show her face.
Otherwise, she would only steal the spotlight from Su Wen, who was singing, and invite all sorts of other trouble.
As dusk settled, the tavern grew lively with chatter.
Su Wen sat on a stone platform in the very center of the tavern, recounting Weinberg Territory's "history"—
The gist was that a Black Dragon had once prowled this land. After Weinberg's ancestors slew it and drank its blood, they gained the Black Dragon's power.
Of course, it was all made up.
All texts concerning the very concept of "history" had been forgotten and lost to the world's curse.
From this, one could conclude—
Any "history" still passed down by word of mouth was most likely "falsehood" that had been fabricated over time and repeated from one person to the next.
Thanks to the Poet Academy's rigorous training, however, every Dragon Vein Noble's "history" was more or less the same.
For instance, if someone went to the territory of a Red Dragon Warlock to sing the tale,