The fog shrouded over the city of Dasix, blocking the harsh sunlight, but it was also like a steamer, locking the restlessness and oppression of the entire city to the ground.

At least, that's what Werner Khottswil thought.

At this moment, the lord was in the private garden at the back of the Viscount's Palace, holding a wooden sword in his hand, posing as the traditional court swordsmanship of the empire.

His forehead was sweating slightly, and his legs began to tremble a little. However, Wernas's hands holding the hilt of the sword were still steady, imagining that there was an astute black wolf in front of him, Wernas suddenly retreated continuously, and then stabbed out with a sword, took a step forward, and kicked the head of the wolf that did not exist. Then he swung his weapon in quick succession, imagining the flesh and blood of the beast in front of him flying and wailing.

Suddenly, Wernas's hand went limp, and the wooden sword in his hand fell to the ground. He jerked to pick up the fallen hilt, but he couldn't control his center of gravity and fell heavily into the dirt of his garden.

"Alas......" let out a slight sigh, thinking to himself, he didn't expect that after so many years, his problems were still very serious.

Maybe...... Your time is running out, isn't it......

Smiled bitterly, he was not afraid that this illness that would make him more and more powerless would bring inconvenience to his life, or death - he just felt unwilling, when he was young, he practiced martial arts with Victor Yarsid, the heir to the viscount of Regram and his best friend when he was young, thinking that he could return to the arcane law and become a qualified imperial nobleman known for his bravery, and then return to his hometown to enjoy the glory of nobles, fulfill the obligations of nobles, and live this life. Unexpectedly, in the second year of his practice, he was noticed by the acting master at the time because of the problem of repeatedly committing the problem of holding the weapon unsteadily. Sent to the church for a secret examination, it was discovered that it was a chronic illness that would slowly incapacitate him until he died—horrified at the thought that his life would end in such a tragic way.

Fortunately, when he was told such bad news, he still gritted his teeth and insisted on practicing swordsmanship. Although Victor has broken through all the way, and is now a master of the "Alside Stream", he is only one foot away from transcendent sainthood, and his fellow disciples are still only at the level of the first pass, but at least, such efforts did not make his body die prematurely.

I tried my best to leave an heir for myself, one is to find the motivation for myself to continue to work hard, and the other reason is to leave a bloodline for the family that can inherit the family heritage. But......

Wernas kicked the dirt in anger, and the tingling pain in his leg didn't stop him from continuing to think.

My newborn child behaved fairly normally in the first few months of life. But after a heavy rain at the end of last month, a sudden drop in temperature caused a serious illness enveloped the family.

The doctor's herbs did not help, and the secret method of the church, which was always praised by everyone, became a doox Ishida. Seeing his child struggling in pain day by day, falling into a coma for longer and shorter times, and experiencing dystocia, his wife, who was not in good health, has fallen ill again. The family is already in a mess, and the affairs of the town that I can usually preside over normally have been messed up again and again by the people below to ask about the approval orders that no one objected to, and they were sent back again and again by the people below to ask about suspicious points.

I came to the garden to practice swordsmanship, I originally wanted to vent this depressed mood, but I didn't expect it to just make the mood worse.

"Damn...... Why ......" Wernas's feeble voice sounded softly and then faded away softly.

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It's so dark.

Over here...... Where is it......

Not...... My body hurts......

Gently open your eyes – strange places.

Soft beds, weak hands and feet.

…… The man in front of him...... Who is it......

The man in a mask, with a strange sword, and behind him stood all sorts of terrifying monsters......

That one...... Be...... Dragon......? …………

No...... No...... This is an anxious-looking human, ordinary person.

Her embrace is reassuring and smells of a mother.

She seemed to be desperately shouting something more, but I couldn't hear it clearly.

Tired...... Go back to sleep......

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"Shoot that dragon! Shoot it! ”

"Hide under the fortress!"

"Idiot! Get out of the way! ”

The sky was blazing as if it had been set on fire. The ground was a grim sight, with houses collapsing, rock melting, charred corpses and splatters of flesh everywhere.

Standing at the top of the stone watchtower, the beast covered in darkness...... Is that...... Dragon? ……

The beast opened its jaws, and a blazing flame erupted from it, this time toward a slightly lower stone tower.

The top floor of the tower vanished in an instant, replaced by a blue-gray stone slurry that dripped. The wooden stalls and dwellings were instantly reduced to ashes, and not far from the cracked earth, several pitch-black humanoid ashes were there. Their remaining hands and feet twisted, their knuckles digging into the ground, presumably in great pain before they died.

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What the hell is this...... What is it......

"It's a great honor to guide you in the path of your roar, Dragonborn."

"The way of roaring should not be the way of killing, the way of conquering. It is a blessing from Gina to mortals. ”

"Patumnax is at the top of the hill – go for it! Roar with your "Pure Heaven" dragon! ”

In the quiet stone fortress, four kind old men, dressed in black robes, looked at me. The one at the head said this to me.

Exit the gate behind the stone castle and enter the courtyard, surrounded by howling cold winds and snow that does not melt all year round. On the way to the top of the mountain, a particularly terrifying storm raged. The old man encouraged me, it seemed that I should go up to meet someone.

LokVahKoor!

A violent force rose in the body and gathered at the throat. The feeling of itching and being ready to go was unbearable for me to shout such words into the storm in front of me.

The wind and snow disappeared, and the sun pierced through the clouds and pierced the road to the peak.

"Go, Dragonborn." The old man at the head said goodbye to me with a smile.

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"You're the 'pseudo-dragonborn', aren't you?"

"I was surprised to find this place...... But that's the end of it. ”

"I've been waiting for years, and I won't allow another failure in my great cause!"

"You, be my last burial object before I become a god!"

The man in front of him wearing a strange mask said this and turned away. I was lying on the cold ground, completely unable to move my body.

All of a sudden, all of those weird monsters surrounded them all at once, and magic ripples began to appear around them.

Pain. Immediately afterward, everything fell into darkness......

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………………

……

So...... Over here...... Is...... Where?

When I opened my eyes again, there was no woman who looked gentle, only a middle-aged man beside me.

For some reason, there seemed to be strange marks in the corners of his eyes...... Did he just cry? Why?

"Little Heiliga, don't be afraid, don't be afraid, Daddy is here. You're going to be okay. The man in front of me looked haggard, but when he saw me, he forced a smile on his face.

Because...... Is he my father? I'm his...... Son?

His big rough hand gently grasped my little hand and rubbed it gently.

And I, with great effort, lifted my free other hand slightly......