“G… Green Dragon…?”

The creature that took over the roof of the lord’s hall turned out to be a real dragon.

The Green Dragon was a wood-attributed dragon with green scales and the ability to breathe out an extremely dangerous gas called ‘Poison Breath’.

“Dame Oscar,” Siegfried muttered.

“Yes, Your Majesty…?”

“Was there a Green Dragon in our territory…?” Siegfried asked, seemingly dumbfounded at the sudden appearance of the dragon.

“There shouldn’t be any as far as I am aware of…”

“Then why is that thing here all of a sudden…?”

“I was about to report it to you, though… Your Majesty…”

“Report what…?”

“Actually… that Green Dragon is a pet raised by one of the leaders of the barbarians…”

“Huh…? Why would a barbarian raise a dragon as a pet…? I don’t think they should be considered a barbarian then…”

“That’s—” Oscar tried to explain.

However, Siegfried interrupted her and said, “Let’s talk later.”

Then, he took out his weapon and said, “It’s time to fight.”

What more was there to say when the dragon had already invaded his house?

The only thing he could do right now was to fight it.

***

The lands north of the Proatine Province were very impoverished lands inhabited by around thirty barbarian tribes, and the wars the tribes waged among themselves turned their impoverished lands into a living hell.

The ‘Pullman Tribe’ was one of the barbarian tribes inhabiting the lands north of Proatine, and they were known to worship...