Once everyone had arrived, Kroya found himself face-to-face with a whole host of ancient heroes-the Aurora Sword Saint, the Spirit Valley Priest, the Hand of Sacred Silver, the Son of Salvation...
Nearly all of them were renowned figures of the Church. Each bore a sacred radiance enhanced by faith and legend. Simply standing there, they were practically the living history of the Church.
Most importantly, there was actually a dragon among these holy spirits!
"You're... the Sacred Dragon, aren't you?"
Kroya circled the dragon, who stood dozens of meters tall, taking in her gleaming white scales tinged with gold, her noble, elegant wings, and her imposing horns. He rubbed his hands together in anticipation.
He had never had much resistance to beautiful giant creatures, let alone a dragon whose appearance suited his tastes so perfectly!
His failure to trick Regnart into becoming his mount last time had left him deeply disappointed.
This time, he absolutely could not let this Sacred Dragon slip away. Kroya remembered that, according to the Church's legends, she had offspring.
He probably could not get the Sacred Dragon herself, but he could still make plans for her offspring. The dragons he was raising now were simply too small to show off.
Kroya's stare gave the Sacred Dragon the creeps. At first, she thought he wanted to study her, but then she came to her senses and realized that this fellow wanted to become a dragon rider!
It was only because her long years in the Church had mellowed her temper that she held back. Otherwise, she would definitely have blasted Kroya with dragon breath. A dragon rider-and the Sacred Dragon's rider, no less. He certainly had some nerve.
"...Mr. Mage." The Sacred Dragon hesitated for a while. She felt that if Kroya dared to speak so