Byron suddenly remembered his younger days—earlier than when he became a Knight, earlier than when he became a mercenary, and even earlier than when he was a Swordsman Apprentice.
Those were his youthful years when he had once done something that still seemed quite remarkable today—while herding cattle for his family, he climbed onto the back of a bull and used a long nail to stab the bull's back, fantasizing for the next three minutes about being a brave knight attempting to tame a vicious dragon.
Ah, what could be more exhilarating and thrilling than such a feat, except for the ten days he lay in bed afterwards?
Well, there was something—when the bull beneath him was replaced by a real, furious female dragon.
