“Ah…!" Vermouth exclaimed.0

Indeed, the dragon was swift. The vast battlefield began to recede behind them in an instant. Vermouth glanced back. He could not entirely shake off the continuous shouts coming from behind.0

"Did you want to stay there longer?" Eugene asked sarcastically.0

"No… that's not it…,” Vermouth replied.0

Though he harbored many secrets and bore considerable anguish, Vermouth Lionheart was not one for social graces. He had let tears escape because he had been overwhelmed by surging emotions. But knowing how to handle what came next was a monumental challenge for him. Then suddenly, he found himself abruptly hoisted onto the back of a dragon by Eugene and his comrades.0

‘A dragon…,’ Vermouth thought with a grim expression. 0

The realization that he was riding a dragon brought a strange feeling, considering that the Demon King of Destruction had nearly eradicated them all. Of course, Vermouth no longer considered himself an avatar of Destruction and felt no guilt about the past; it had been the same even three hundred years ago.0

But that was merely Vermouth's point of view. Wouldn’t any surviving dragons have every reason to hold a grudge against him? 0

‘Not just dragons either,’ he thought. 0

Vermouth cleared his throat awkwardly as he turned his gaze towards a little girl who sat between Sienna and Eugene. The girl giggled merrily.1

"That girl is... Sienna, she is a familiar you created, isn't she?" Vermouth asked.0

"My name is Mer," Mer answered immediately. She looked at Vermouth with...0