Iseul's jaw tightened, his hands clenching.
The rules of survival, lineage, and magic left no room for excuses, but the thought that it wasn't him who had been chosen burned in his chest like fire.
The only option left was humans, but the problem was that few of them had magic, and the fragile ones would panic at the sight of a dragon.
They would be crying and screaming in terror.
Just as he was struggling with this dilemma, he appeared—the perfect candidate, meeting all the conditions. Then—
"I'll bring him. Raon, you need to get ready too," Iseul said.
"Iseul! Iseul, stop!!"
Ignoring his brother's protests, he took off into the air and yet—
"I will not bear your child!"
"No! I don't want to give birth!"
"I don't love you. You don't love me either, right?"
Being rejected in the most impossible way, being told that he was unloved despite how much he had shown his care, anger immediately boiled inside him until his vision turned red.
