"Crackle."

The sound of sparks echoed unusually loudly in the dead of night.

"It's time for the shift change."

"Has it already come to that time?"

"Yes, get some rest. We're heading back to your homeland soon, and you need to arrive in one piece."

"My homeland..."

At the woman’s words, the man aimlessly poked at the campfire with the branch he was holding.

"Why that look? When people find out what you’ve accomplished, you’ll be treated as a hero."

"I didn’t do it to become a hero. I only did it out of my own selfish desires."

"Yes, yes, whatever you say, our Dragon Slayer."

The woman plopped down next to the man, sitting beside him as she stared at his face illuminated by the flames.

His long, unkempt black hair looked messy, but his handsome face made even that seem charming.

"No matter what you think, you’re a hero to us. You saved our tribe."

"I can only be grateful that you think so."

"At first, I thought you were crazy. Do you remember when you asked if anyone would join you to hunt a dragon?"

"Of course. Meeting you back then was a stroke of luck."

A dragon.

Said to be the strongest beings on the continent, unmatched by any other species.

Though dragons were few in number, even those few could greatly affect the entire continent.@@novelbin@@

For example, when a red dragon, living in its volcanic lair, awoke from its long slumber, the surrounding area would be engulfed in flames, making it uninhabitable for any life.

The green dragon, known as the protector of the elves, could revitalize barren lands with a single breath.

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