“In the distant past, the dragons chose death.”
Her gentle voice dispersed through the settled night air.
The lamp flickering inside the tent inspired a sense of precariousness rather than comfort. So did the slender gestures of my direct superior seated before me with a composed expression.
There was no hesitation in the hand calmly leafing through the documents.
It had always been so. The woman never moved without certainty, and I was invariably the only one who failed to understand.
“Because they believed it was the only path to victory. I once wondered how they felt. Unlike humanity, which can only live in the present, dragons could see the future, could they not? I wondered whether the concept of ‘death’ felt different to them as well.”
Her voice was calm.
No one listening could have detected even the slightest agitation in it. All the more so when one considered the weight carried by the name ‘Dragon King.’
Was she not a person who could never be permitted to waver?
The final guardian deity supporting humanity could not possibly reveal an opening. It…