The gardens of Porcupine Castle.
Leech held the dragon mineral gemstone he had acquired from the Round Table.
It looked like a garden, but was in fact a graveyard.
So he didn't have to worry about anyone dropping by.
Under the moonlight, rows of nameless tombstones stood in neat formation, enough to make one's heart tremble. This was definitely the one place in all of Porcupine Castle that the male and female servants were most unwilling to approach.
The Brass Dragon was perched on his shoulder.
"This type of ore appears due to the influence of a Giant Dragon," the Brass Dragon said nonchalantly after a glance. "It's just a little thing. Only you would treat it like a treasure."
"I comprehended a magic spell from an ore before," Leech asked. "Does that make me a Dragon-blooded?"
He still remembered being angrily called a "damned Dragon-blooded."
But he'd grown up without ever seeing a dragon.
