Ignatius, welcome home.
The King of Black Dragons lingering in front of the Divine Tree stared at the Red-haired Girl standing before the tree house. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't recall any past interactions with her. His first encounter with her was within his father's dream; even though it was an illusory scene, it made him acutely feel the humiliation imposed by the Crimson Queen on their kind.
And now, this Red-haired Girl treated him as if he were a pet who had been away from home for years...
Indeed, that was the look one gives a pet. He had seen the same look on those human aristocrats. He deeply despised humans; everything he did was to drag the revered Crimson Queen from the Divine Tree down to the mortal world.
Black Steel often dreamed of a future world.
