"Crunch, crunch, crunch..."
Annan held a Fruit that looked like Sugarcane but tasted like Bread, blending into the crowd to watch the spectacle.
The guards led the prisoner onto the gallows, fitted the noose around his neck, and removed the rag from his mouth.
"My accomplices won't let you get away with this! They're as cunning and vicious as wolves. Once they take your Town, they'll rip out your guts and hang you just like you're hanging me—ack!"
The prisoner's threats ended abruptly as the trapdoor opened beneath his feet.
Creak, creak—
The prisoner swayed in the wind. Having seen enough, Annan stuffed the last bite of breadfruit into his mouth, turned, and left town.
After leaving Puppet Town, Annan had come to this small town on the outskirts of Mountain Keep Fief. Makarov's fief lay a few dozen li farther on.
That was where the rumors of the Evil Dragon had come from.
Annan had hoped to keep a low profile as a Dragon-Slaying hero. But when he rode the White Dragon over Mountain Keep Fief in the light of dawn, clamor and Bells echoed across the entire Territory.
Clang—clang—clang—
The bells rang like a funeral toll warning of impending disaster, leaving Annan unsure whether to land.
How could these people not tell a White Dragon from a Blue Dragon?
Then again, both belonged to the Evil Chromatic Dragon. Perhaps the distinction really didn't matter...
Annan tore open a Magic Scroll for the Amplification Spell and circled above Mountain Keep Fief. "We're not Evil Dragons!"
"I know!"
A shout came from the ground.
Before Annan could make sense of that, another shout rose from below. "Lord Annan, is that you?"
"I'm Annan Reeves. Who are you?"
"I'm Rute, Miss Joan's guard!"
*Wasn't Joan in the Dimon Kingdom? What was