[The protagonist becomes a little dragon girl in the second chapter. Readers, please stay and add this to your collection, waaaah!]
“Evil Dragon, your end has come!”
On a plain at the border of the Human Race and Dragon Race territories, the 1.8-meter-tall Sword Saint of the Human Race, Sorn Bernas, held his Golden Holy Sword while clad in armor.
He stood majestically atop a flat rock.
Not far away, an extremely massive white dragon was slowly approaching Sorn.
“Come! Sorn, the Sword Saint of the Human Race, will never back down!”
Just as Sorn finished his sentence, the white dragon vanished on the spot.
???
Sorn was confused.
“I went through so much trouble to find you here. At least show me some respect?!”
In the next second, a white-haired girl about 1.6 meters tall with heterochromatic eyes—one purple and one red—suddenly appeared before Sorn.
Two purple dragon horns sat atop the girl’s head, and a long, thick tail trailed behind her.
She was wearing pajamas, and her chest rose and fell slightly, looking a bit tired.
However, she didn’t seem to want to fight at all as she stared at Sorn expressionlessly.
“Do you think I’ll show mercy just because you turned into a woman? Evil Dragon, take this!”
Facing the Evil Dragon’s change in form, Sorn did not hesitate to raise his holy sword and slash down with all his might.
With a teleportation, the Evil Dragon appeared behind Sorn, skillfully dodging his attack.
From the moment she met Sorn, she had been chanting a type of Dragon Forbidden Magic.
By now, the incantation was nearly complete.
The Evil Dragon reached out and gave a light push toward Sorn’s back, right where his heart was located.
The Forbidden Magic was released.
Sorn felt a sharp pain in his heart.
He immediately clutched it with one hand while swinging his holy sword behind him in a spinning gale of blade energy.
The Evil Dragon did not dodge.
She took Sorn’s full-strength strike with her physical body.
Her human form fell straight to the ground.
Sorn clutched his chest with his left hand, but the stinging pain quickly vanished.
He felt as if nothing had happened.
He didn’t let his guard down and turned to look at the Evil Dragon lying on the ground.
He reached out and placed a hand near the human-form dragon’s nose to check for breath.
Finally, he concluded there was none.
The Evil Dragon… was killed by me just like that?
Sorn stood there, stunned and at a loss.
Was the Evil Dragon, whom the Human Race had always emphasized so highly, actually this weak?
Just as he crouched down to examine the corpse, the body gradually turned into afterimages, breaking into many fragments that flew toward the sky and vanished into thin air.
The Evil Dragon was killed in one hit—that was a fact.
The Evil Dragon’s corpse was gone—that was also a fact.
Did it really work?! Did I really kill the Evil Dragon?!
It felt a bit strange.
It shouldn’t be like this, right?
Sorn stood up, scanned the surroundings, and shouted toward the sky.
“Evil Dragon! I know you aren’t dead! Get out here right now!”
…Nothing responded to him.
Wait, did I really kill the Evil Dragon?
He had originally wanted to fight for three hundred rounds, but he hadn’t expected to kill the Evil Dragon with just a random slash.
“Sigh… Let’s go home. This is so boring.”
Sorn sheathed his Golden Holy Sword and began walking home, one step at a time.
After Sorn walked far away, a blurry shadow appeared where the Evil Dragon Zhu Xiaxia had just fallen…
***
This place was very far from the central city of the Human Race.
If one were to walk, it would take about half a month.
However, Sorn was our Human Race Sword Saint.
After long periods of training, his leg muscles were well-developed.
For him, running non-stop meant he could arrive in five days.
At this time in Sorn’s home, Sorn’s father, Sodelan Bernas, had his hands crossed behind his back.
His brow was furrowed, and he hadn’t shaved his beard for many days.
He was pacing back and forth in front of the door, looking deeply troubled.
“It’s already been twenty-five days. Why is there still no news of Sorn…”
“Father! I see a lot of people at the city gate! Let’s go take a look.”
This was Sorn’s younger brother, Sote.
He was three years younger than Sorn and loved to play.
Although they shared the same father, his talent and diligence could not be compared to Sorn’s.
“Sote, I am waiting for your brother to return. If you want to go, go by yourself.”
Sote tugged on his father’s clothes and said anxiously, “Stop waiting. It looks like Brother is back at the city gate.”
“You mean your brother Sorn is back?!”
Sodelan’s eyes widened, and he gripped Sote’s hand with some excitement.
“Oh, just come with me and you’ll see.”
Hearing news of Sorn, Sodelan immediately went back to his room to tidy up his appearance, even shaving the beard he had grown for twenty-five days.
The two took a carriage.
After half an hour, they arrived near the main gate.
Sodelan paid the fare and got out, intending to investigate.
However, the area was already packed with all sorts of people.
Sodelan and Sote squeezed into the center and saw several people interviewing Sorn.
“May I ask, Mr. Sword Saint, what are your thoughts on defeating the Evil Dragon?”
“What did the Evil Dragon look like? Can you give a rough description?”
“Sorn!”
Sodelan shouted.
Sorn, who was about to answer the questions, immediately looked toward the source of the voice.
That familiar voice… it could only belong to one person, his father, Sodelan.
“Father!”
Sorn pushed through the surrounding crowd and rushed to his father.
The father and son embraced tightly.
“Sorn, you’re finally back…”
At this moment, Sodelan’s eyes were already brimming with tears, though he had been trying to remain calm.
After twenty-five days of anxious waiting, his son Sorn had finally returned safe and sound.
After hugging for a while, Sodelan announced the preparations for that evening.
“Sorn, you have performed a great service by subjugating the Evil Dragon. Tonight, we will go to the Palace for a celebratory dinner!”
“Sote, go report this news to the King. Hurry.”
“Okay, Father.”
Sote’s thoughts were quite simple: he could eat at a banquet tonight.
The father and son stayed there for a while, interacting with the crowd celebrating Sorn’s success.
It wasn’t until noon that Sorn chose to leave, using the excuse that he needed to go home for lunch.
At noon, the round table was covered with a lavish spread of food, making Sote’s mouth water.
“During the twenty-five days you were gone, your brother hasn’t changed at all. Don’t mind him. If you have any concerns, just speak your mind.”
Sorn, who had been keeping his head down and looking gloomy, looked up at his father.
“Father, how did you know I had something to say?”
“You are my son, Sorn. Is there anything I wouldn’t know? I’ve felt it from the moment you returned.”
Seeing that his father really wanted to know, Sorn didn’t hide it anymore.
“Father, I… I feel… that the Evil Dragon isn’t dead yet…”