After confirming that the Silver Dragon had completely surrendered, the Lord scratched his head, feeling that life was truly bizarre.
Before arriving, he had anticipated a terribly brutal battle. He'd estimated that only he and a few leaders from High Cliff Castle would survive.
In the end, Minstrels would sing of this epic, moving, and heroic dragon-slaying battle.
But in reality, they had only fired a single arrow—and it fucking missed—yet it had scared the Silver Dragon into surrendering without a fight.
"Talk is cheap. If you put on this collar yourself, I'll believe you." The Lord silently pulled a massive, custom-made Fine Steel collar from his System Space, with a chain as thick as a thigh attached to it.
It was clearly forged for some kind of Giant Beast.
This made it clear that the Lord had been plotting to become a Dragon Knight for a long time.
