“Look, I’m right,” Randolph spoke grumpily as he checked his mithril alloy breastplate, gauntlets, leggings, and falchions. He was fully armed as they were facing an opponent who the death knight couldn’t even compare to.

“First a warlock and now a dragon... When I’m with Young Master, I can meet all types of existences.”

Theo grimaced. “I’m sorry.”

Randolph grinned back. “You don’t have to apologize. As I said before, this is my choice, and I’ve always wanted to see a dragon at least once.”

Facing death always pushed a warrior to his limits, and Randolph knew that anyone who turned away from that wasn’t qualified to be a master.

Three days had passed, and it was time to visit Aquilo. The duo had desperately prepared countermeasures for her. They had armed themselves with the highest level of equipment on the island, as well as magic scrolls and consumables.

However, Theo’s brilliant mind was well aware of the odds.

We would be lucky if we had even a one in ten chance of beating her.

Despite everything the two people had done, their odds of victory didn’t exceed 1%. Gluttony had given him information about Dragon Words and prepared...