It was mid-April of the year 1532.

A white-haired man stepped into the frontline base of Warrant at the Demon’s Territory. Drachen Draconium, a giant old man with an eyepatch on one of his ‘eyes’, welcomed him.

"Hahahaha! Look who it is! If it isn’t our beloved warrior?" Drachen said as he embraced the gray-haired man with his 'two arms' open.

"Ugh! Let me go. Argh! Don't tighten more! You ignorant old fool!"

"Oh, my! Oh, my! Our little boy! Are you mad?”

The white-haired man, Arpen Fendria struggled as the hug tightened around his whole body.

Crack! 

Then, a cracking sound rang out from Arpen’s left arm, like something had broken. Drachen put down Arpen and apologized.

"Ah! Khmm! Sorry about that. It was just because I'm glad to see you after such a long time. Everyone gets together occasionally, but you haven't shown your face since the Demon King subjugation. I know you're now in a pretty high position in the Butterfly tribe, but you should still take time to meet your friends and relax...”

"If you're going to apologize, why don't you just apologize? Stop nagging."

Arpen cut off Drachen and rolled up his left sleeve up to his shoulder, revealing...