The Priest's Salvation // Trash Of The Count's Family

035

— Dragon lord's resting place

The return of the Molans had started of the confrontation between the Mercenaries and the Molan duo

And Adileo just watched.

It was rather fun not to mention he caught of couple of the white radish subordinates around. He could tell by the same disgusting smell they had.

The smell of corpses and blood.

Well he was watching until he was grabbed by the collar of his priest robe by the ancient Dragon who led him the the group that had come around in a circle.

"I was watching.." Adileo didn't struggle but muttered which went ignored as always.

Paaaat!

Cale arrived somewhere with a flash of light.

“Looks like we arrived at the right spot.”

He looked around after hearing the ancient Dragon’s voice who still held the hung Adileo.

It's a miracle his mask hadn't fallen off by now.

“Human! It’s all white here!”

“It looks like a desert! But all of the sand is white!”

“That tree is white! Everything is white! It’s also cold!”

Adileo felt himself being let go as he landed on the plush snow but he came to figure out something else he hated.

Snow.

Adileo had never com in contact with snow even after living all these years but the first time he wished would become his last.

It was cold and cold.

But it didn't last long since the booklet in his robe started heating up again and seeing that he wasn't upset at it.

It didn't stop also trying to get him to read it at the same time but of course it was ignored.

Plop, plop.

Cale raised his head.

White snow was falling and landing on his cheeks.

The ground around them was covered in white pebbles that looked like the sand of the desert.

White snow was also falling in such a place.

There were also many white trees growing as well.

This placed didn’t seem to be real.

It seemed as if the laws of nature had disappeared from this place.

“Cale.”

Cale looked toward Eruhaben.

Cale’s group had teleported along with Ron and Beacrox. They had teleported from the first Mercenaries Guild branch building to somewhere completely different.

The ancient Dragon pointed behind him and started to speak.

“This is where the Castle of Light is located.”

A place where everything was white.

“It is the coldest place on the Eastern continent.” Adileo certainly agreed with those words.

The Castle of Light, one of the Three Restricted Areas.

In addition.

– This place.

Cale heard a voice in his mind.

It was the Scary Giant Cobblestone.

– That child.

The child that the Super Rock was talking about was the child he protected, the first Dragon Slayer.

– I’m certain that child would have built his village here.

The first Dragon Slayer.

The village that he built.

It was at that moment.

“Ugh!”

Cale’s body bent forward.

“Human!”

“What’s wrong?”

“Cale-nim!”

"Cale?" Adileo ce beside him and noticed that it didn't seem to be a problem with his body so he wasn't as worried.

He raised his hand toward the others to show them he was okay before moving his other hand.

And finally…

Ooooooong-

A white crown appeared in his hand.

It was the crown that once belonged to the Dragon Slayer.

It was the crown that likes Dragon blood.

That white crown was screeching.

Paaaaat!

A strand of white light cut through the air.

The light had come out from the crown.

That light became a line and pointed in a direction.

Cale looked at the strand of light for a moment before turning his gaze. He started to speak as soon as he made eye contact with the ancient Dragon.

“Let’s go.”

Dragon Slayer.

The village that he built.

He felt as if following this light would lead him to that village.

That was why Cale, as well as the others who were focused on that light, could not hear the quiet mumbling.

“…Something is weird. Something is weird.”

Raon was looking around and tilting his head in confusion.

The quietly mumbling Raon scrunched up his nose and patted his heart with his chubby front paw.

Boom. Boom. Boom.

Raon’s heart was beating wildly for some reason.