Sigren put his sword down on the ground. He didn’t have the strength to hold it anymore, so he was showing maximum patience by not throwing it. He then sat down and looked at his current form. He was literally a mess. He was covered in blood from head to toe. It wasn’t his own. It was the blood of the monster he had just caught. More precisely, the blood of the cursed dragon that was said to rule over the monsters in the northern mountains.

Then Sigren glanced behind him. The dragon that had been giving heavy pressure and intimidation with only its breath lied on the ground, dead. This dragon was the one that tormented the people of the North for several decades. Such an existence was finally captured by the subjugation squad, including Sigren and Abel. Naturally, it was the strongest among the monsters Sigren had ever faced. The dragon was huge enough to make a human being feel like an ant and the steel scales that protected its body made it very hard to defeat it. Most humans felt like they were choked when they met its reddish eyes. Moreover, the dragon had a brain that was clever enough to rule over monsters in the mountains.

Therefore, Sigren, who just stabbed the heart of such a being, was very tired. He had very good stamina to do anything, and it was true he was able to take it down. However, the dragon was a very difficult creature to deal with, so that it run down his stamina.

“Great work, Sigren.” Abel approached him with rare praising words.

Sigren replaced his answer with a slight nod of his head.

“How does it feel to kill one of the monster bosses?”

“It just is.”

To be able to return to the capital and to receive the official appointment as a prince from the king, achievements were a must. So he killed the dragon. But there was no particular sense of achievement or satisfaction in him, as he now would return to the hometown of those who killed his mother and where he was.

“I don’t know she still has an attachment to the capital.” Sigren kept thinking about Fiona. That girl was just talking about sightseeing without even knowing the impact of her decision on other’s people feelings.

Abel smiled at him. “It’s okay, don’t worry.”

Sigren looked up at Abel curiously. He still didn’t know what he should do in the capital to hold of Fiona and not make her go again.

The unique arrogant smile appeared on Abel’s face. “I have prepared the final weapon in my mansion for my poor disciple.”

“…?”

At that, Sigren tried to inquire further, but Abel flapped her cloak and left to watch the other soldiers.

‘How the hell should I do to hold of Fiona?’

Sigren knew Fiona didn’t like being in one place too long. She always talked about how she was surprised she has been on Heilon for five years.

Sigren looked at Abel’s back, stood up, took his sword, and fell into his thoughts.

“I wont hurt you.”

He remembered the whisper of a young girl.

“And someday you will.. You will definitely have a lot.”

And the girl who said that was not beside him now. She gave the unpaid affection and left without any regrets.

There was only one thing Sigren thought he wanted. But to get that one thing, he had to do many things. It was really ironic.

Sigren walked to the dragon’s corpse with his sword. He then cut through the dragon’s chest and pulled out its heat. To use it as proof that he killed the dragon.

First of all, it would start from this.

This would bring a lot of honor.

***

I slowly looked up at the mansion in front of me. Heilon’s mansion in the middle of the capital wasn’t bad. No, it was much refined compared to the exterior of Heilon Castle, which looked like a demon castle of the northern territory.

‘Looking at the exterior, it seemed this mansion is well-maintained.”

The exterior wall of the mansion was clean with no cracks, and the large training ground was well maintained. The garden was filled with flowers that matched the seasons. I really wanted to compliment the gardener.

“Well, I may not be very welcomed by the people here.”

In their view, I was like a supervisor sent from above. They couldn’t say it out loud, but I was sure they were dissatisfied. But I also did not intend to be in an uncomfortable place for a long time, so I just came here and did everything I had to do quickly.

With that thought, I knocked on the door of the mansion. I’ve already told the mansion’s gatekeeper what was going on, so the story would have been passed to the inside.

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“Welcome, Lady Fiona.”

The door opened and an old lady with a very gentle expression came out.

“My name is Celine, the manager of the mansion. Please feel free to call me by name.”

“I’m Fiona.”

“I’ve heard a lot about you from the Duke.”

Celine’s smile was so elegant that it made me want to imitate her. The wrinkles around her naturally folded eyes made her face even more delicate.

“Welcome to Heilon mansion.”

Soon, the door of the mansion opened wide. At the same time, several voices rang out.

“Lady Fiona, welcome.”

My eyes subconsciously widened at the sight unfolding before me. On either side of the wide, polished entrance hall, stewards and maids stood in a line. Everyone looked at me with a neat smile. The view in front of me reminded me of the rich mansion in the movie.

‘Wha, what is this?’

It felt weird. Normal aristocratic mansions did not hold such a grand welcome ceremony from the front door. At the very least, this kind of thing would happen when the owner of the house returned after a long time.

“My lady, you must be tired. We have prepared a room for you. If you like to have a meal, please let me know.”

I glanced at her smiling and the attendants lined up in front of me. Feeling overwhelmed. What the hell did Abel do?

…Somehow, I felt dizzy.