—4E, 201, Last Seed, 27th, 15:00—

[A-Se--]

Arthur was dreaming, and was well aware that he was in a dream.

Because there was a pitch-black armor with black smoke all over its body, and a dark red light shining through the cracks of the helmet yelled at him, and his voice was unusually hoarse and ugly.

"What does it mean to take good care of your daughter? Does she need someone to take care of her? Although Arthur didn't understand what the armor was shouting, it didn't prevent him from responding very naturally, but after saying it, even he didn't quite know what it meant.

The armor continued to roar.

"Yes, yes, I have enough ability to protect myself, and I won't let a little girl protect me." Arthur replied, as he began to speculate about the dream, what did the armor mean that his daughter was protecting herself?

But if nothing else, at this time, I should have arrived at a village or camp to rest with the help of the members of the comrades-in-arms, and the only woman ...... Ella? Speaking of which, I really didn't ask her about her family situation.

[A-Se--]

"Okay, yes, yes, you're right-" Although Arthur was interested in listening to more of the conversation, it was clear that the armor's next words were of little value, and "himself" had already begun to perfunctory about it.

The roar of the pitch-black armor began to change tone.

Maybe it's about to wake up? Arthur thought to the voice.

【Both!】 Tile! Gram! Cause! 】

A huge roar like thunder exploded in his ears, and Arthur was so shocked that he jumped straight to his feet.

Seems to be awake, and it doesn't seem to be awake? Arthur frowned and looked around.

It wasn't a campsite or a hotel, and there were no members of the Brothers-in-Arms, to be precise, it was a snow-white world with nothing in between.

Oh no, there was still a shallow horizontal line where he was stepping on it, and looking around, he saw that there were countless of these lines that stretched in all directions, intersecting each other, dividing the pure white ground into huge squares.

"Hello, Dragonborn." A slightly aged voice rang out behind Arthur.

It was an old man in a dark blue hooded robe, with a thin, old face full of wrinkles, but his brown eyes were unusually bright, and the gray goatee that wore on his chin was particularly striking.

Although he looked like an ordinary old man of Nord, he gave Arthur the feeling of facing a dragon.

"Hello, you are...... Greybeard? I thought it was just a code name. Arthur thought quickly and replied.

Obviously, the previous phrase "Duwakin" was not from the pitch-black armor in the dream, it was the "dragonborn" pronounced in dragon language, and perhaps when he fell into a coma after the battle as a dragon, Graybeard had already planned to pull himself into their "dream" to tell something, but the armor preempted him.

"Codename, of course, if you join us, you'll also be called 'Greybeard'." The old man spoke in a strange way, as if he was trying to speak quietly, but his voice was very loud.

"Well, I'm sorry, but I didn't give up on the idea of risking my life as a monk." Arthur replied.

"Of course, comrades-in-arms, relatives, and confidants are not something that can be easily given up." The old man sighed a little and said, "But if you continue like this, maybe one day you will wake up and find that they have been killed by your own hands." ”

"......" Arthur was silent, he was also aware of this, first of all, he lost his self-consciousness after the first transformation, but fortunately he took off and took off out of the snow man, if a dragon appeared directly in the snow man......

This was followed by several transformations after that, each time he was exhausted and extremely hungry, and this time he fell directly into a coma, if he passed out in dragon form, who could guarantee that he would not attack the people nearby under the instinct of the dragon?

"My name is Eingail," said the old man, "and it is to come to my dreams to prevent this from happening, and I will teach you how to control yourself." ”

"Thank you, Master Eingale," Arthur saluted him, then asked, a little puzzled, "I've looked up many books about Dragonborn since I found out I'm a Dragonborn, and none of them mention that they can become dragons. ”

"You'll hear that person's name a lot, but you just habitually ignore it." Ayngail paused and said, "Tabor Septin, Ismir, the 'Dragon of the North'. ”

"......" Arthur felt that the number of times he was speechless today was equivalent to that of a whole year.

"Hopefully, you're ready to learn." Eingail nodded to Arthur, then took a deep breath: "[Fek Ro Sah! 】”

Boom Boom - Completely colorless buildings such as walls, flags, and stone gates rise around the two of them, and finally combine into a snow-white giant building, and the overall color turns to the blue-gray of stone the moment it is formed.

"Welcome to Horsgar Abbey," Ayngail said to Arthur, "in general. Anyone who comes to seek the guidance of the Dragon's Roar must start from the foot of the mountain and walk up the 7,000 steps to the top of the mountain to be eligible to be seen by us. ”

"Hmm...... If it's me," Arthur held out his hand and made a flying gesture, "probably just flew up." ”

"Since it takes a long time for ordinary people to train dragon roar and spitting eyes, I would generally advise them to leave everything in the world behind and live in the Heights of Hosgar for a long period of practice, but the two most qualified people I have met recently, Bargulf and Ulfric, have both rejected this offer." Ayngail said with some regret.

Those were two lords...... And this "recent" span is a bit large.

"Well, that, I'm ready to learn." Arthur tried to stop Ayngail from recalling, knowing that he was still unconscious, and it would not be good if he didn't wake up and scared his comrades.

"Given that you have the same qualifications as Ismir, we decided to try the teaching methods used at the time, so please stand firm." Ayngail nodded, looked at Arthur and said.

What a teaching method from ago! Arthur saw the old man take a deep breath, and hurriedly put his feet forward and backward.

“【Fus Ro Dah】！”

Someone had heard the roar in the Nord tomb many times, but unlike the breeze at that time, with the roar of Eingail, a hurricane blew up, and Arthur's whole body was blown away without resistance, and he hit the wall behind him directly, but perhaps because he was in a dream, he felt no pain at all.

"The meaning of these three sentences is 'strength', 'balance' and 'push', you have mastered the first one, now see if you can comprehend the last two." Eingael waved his hand in the air, and three dragon-like words carved by claws appeared in front of him.

"Uh-huh......" Arthur got up and walked back, frowning at the words in the air.

Usually, when he uses [Fus] alone, he will have a certain feeling of unfinished, as if his nose is itchy, but he can't "sneeze" after looking up for a long time, which is very uncomfortable, but when these three consecutive words appear in front of him, a feeling of certainty tells him that yes, they are what he is looking for.

In the next moment, the last two words were as firmly engraved into my mind as the first, and together with the first one, they formed a flickering, somewhat illusory sentence, and its name was-

"The 'Unwielding Force' is the most basic and widely used dragon roar, but the power varies from person to person," Eingael continued, "If you think you have mastered it, you can try to use it on me in tandem, don't worry, you're not enough—"

“【Fus Ro Dah】！”

Boom ——! With Arthur's roar, the entire Illusion Monastery was torn apart, and Ayngail, who bore the brunt of it, was directly blown away, literally flying, and in just a few seconds, it had become a small black dot in the snowy sky, and it seemed that it could not be returned for the time being.

“Ro，Dah。” As Arthur watched as he flew farther and farther away, Ayngail wondered if the teaching could continue, another old man's voice came from behind him.

His outfit looked similar to that of Ayngail, only younger, but he also had a gray beard, and with the powerless dragon roar that came out of his mouth, the dragon words drawn by Aingail turned into some kind of dragon soul-like power and merged into Arthur's body, and then the two newly learned eyes were completely condensed.

Arthur is sure that only after the "solidification" process just now can it be officially used in the real world, and what has just blown off Ayngail should be the greatest power of the theoretical "unrelieved force".

After waiting for a while, still not seeing Eengail come back, Arthur and the new old man stared at each other for a while, and finally couldn't help but speak: "Uh, may I ask what Master Aingail has mentioned about the method of suppressing my inability to control myself?" ”

"Ustengla, Horn." The Greybeard said with great regret, and Arthur almost immediately understood why he didn't speak—as soon as those two words came out, snowstorm, fire, and lightning rolled up around them, and only slowly disappeared after Graybeard shut up.

"Hmm...... What he means is that the full version of the Unrelieved Power is enough to suppress it temporarily, and if you want to go further, you have to go to a place called Ustengra to retrieve the horn in it? - Ah, you don't have to answer, just nod or shake your head. Arthur asked the old man.

The unknown Greybeard nodded slowly, then waved at Arthur, as if to send him off.

In the next moment, the white world disappeared completely, and the cacophony of the inn broke into Arthur's ears.

"Yo~Our big hero~" Ella, who had already put away her ears and tail, was sitting on the edge of Arthur's bed with a fried venison, as if trying to wake him up with the aroma: "Get up and eat~"