George is standing on the roof.

He likes to look down from high places, and has done so since he was a child. This is not a metaphor, it is just that he physically enjoys being at high altitudes.

Most humans have an instinctive aversion to heights, depending on their race, and they fear the sky because it will kill them.

George is a dragon.

The sky is his territory.

But even so, he couldn't spread his wings and fly freely over Wharton, like those dragons who protect the country, they all have shackles around their necks.

It's just that he will regard the chains around him as honor.

His own kind could only huddle in the sewers, bowing their heads in the name of King Arthur, but he chose to fold his wings.

Because the huge dragon wings he waves cannot make him feel arrogant like his compatriots because they are superior to time and everything.

He is eager to trample other creatures more than most of his compatriots. This is their nature. Just like humans who stay away from heights, the dragon cannot bear other people's eyes leaving its body, especially those bugs...

Insects should tremble in front of giant beasts and bow their heads tremblingly. This is a problem that dragons cannot get rid of. Maybe it's because of their bloodline?

His father, Vortigern, did not succumb to his own nature. Yes, he was evil, cunning, greedy, and possessive, but these things could never shake Vortigern's thoughts and actions. He always

will make the best decision.

The dragon's nature groveled before him.

George sheds the blood of Vortigern, and among his sons, he is undoubtedly the most outstanding one. Perhaps because of this, he can break away from his father's control over all descendants and stand on the side of Vortigern.

opposite.

George stepped forward gently, letting his body fall to the ground lightly, not even disturbing the gravel on the ground.

There was a messy figure in front of him.

Lancelot stopped, turned around slowly, and put his hand on the hilt of the sword at his waist, until he saw George's face.

George found that Lancelot had obviously relaxed a little, but he still did not maintain basic alertness.

Lancelot raised his eyebrows and said:

"What are you doing? What? Do you want to go back to your father's arms?"

George said expressionlessly:

"I actually don't want to come see you."

Lancelot calmed down his expression and asked slightly seriously;

"Then what forces you to appear in front of me."

George looked at his former colleagues:

"Why did you come back."

Lancelot said:

"Do you know the Graybringer?"

George frowned and said:

"What?"

Lancelot shook his head;

"If I didn't say anything, I would have left."

After saying that, he turned around and prepared to leave.

George said calmly:

"King Arthur wakes up."

Lancelot stopped:

"Don't be kidding."

George said:

"You know, it's impossible for me to betray Arthur, so this is a trap to lure you here."

Lancelot tightened his grip on the sword hilt:

"Yeah?"

The knight replied:

"Yes."

Lancelot hesitated and said:

"So, you were sent by her?"

George responded with silence.

Lancelot asked:

"You are here..."

His voice paused obviously.

"...Kill me?"

George looked at his back and said:

"I do want to do it. You messed up everything. You are the one who blew the trumpet. Lancelot, I hate you, as much as everyone else.
Chapter completed!