Prologue (1/2)

“Sh-shouldn’t we stop her?” asked a red dragon.

“No… It should be fine. Probably.” A puff of smoke flew out of a gold dragon’s nostrils as he sighed.

“But what if the humans come?” The red dragon’s wings flapped twice.

A black dragon snorted. “Then let them come.”

“Grimmy! You can’t solve everything with violence!” said the silver dragon next to him.

“Of course not, my love,” Grimmy said as he nuzzled her neck with his dark snout.

“Oh, get a room you two. Are you sure we shouldn’t do anything, Vernon?” the red dragon asked.

“If you can stop her, be my guest,” the gold dragon replied. “The only thing I’ll be doing is praying I don’t die when she returns.” The gold dragon shuddered and closed his eyes. The surrounding dragons stared at him.

“He’s whipped.”

“Definitely whipped.”

A chorus of agreement resounded throughout the valley.

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“Your Majesty, the Red Blade Adventurers have returned and wish to seek an audience,” a guard said with his head lowered and right arm across his chest.

“They may enter,” the king said. A group of six people, four male and two female, walked through the metal doors towards the king. They stopped twenty steps away with one man ahead of the others and knelt while staring at the floor.

“Your Majesty,” the man in front said. He had a blue chain mail and a red zweihander was strapped to his back.