The red dragon crawled inside his lair and then made his way up to the mountain's peak. Using his scales, he camouflaged himself to look as white as the snow covering the mountain's peak, and took a look directly at Alcott's carriage. Should he kick them out, or pretend like he didn't see them and stay quiet? The latter one was clearly the wisest decision, but a part of him wanted to find out what they were doing here in his land.
"Are they famous?" He asked the white drakaina that was hiding behind his titanic tail, and she sheepishly crawled out. "I only know two of them. The old-looking man with the white hair and beard is called Neil, and he is a powerful S-ranker. In terms of power, I'd say he is on the level of an adult dragon on a good day. She then gulped. The other one is the biggest problem: the man with luscious black hair and a short beard. That's Alcott Demorian, the dragon slayer."
