The atmosphere of the Royal Capital is more exuberant than any other city. The multitude of scars on the sturdy city walls serves as medals adorning this majestic city, and the giant dragon flags fluttering vigorously in the wind atop the walls are the banners of celebration.

The sound of bells, drums, horns, bugles, and bagpipes intertwine, distinct from the delicate instruments like harps and flutes of other continental nations, exuding an ancient grandeur and a unique charm.

The melodies of these intermittently playing music sound vast and desolate, reminiscent of ancient times when the giant dragons soared in the sky, overlooking the barren and wild land.

Tall giant spireless tower-like buildings are scattered throughout the city. These are places for the dragons who love to perch high to climb and play, and are also nodes of the city’s magic defense barrier.

The Black Dragon Rosani clings to the middle ring of a tall tower, its long tail curled, with a wide and imposing head slightly stretched forward, pretending to be in deep thought, watching over the residents heading towards Gogomola Square and the Merit Monument.

The black dragon remains motionless on the surface, but its keen hearing is akin to a rabbit raising its long ears, listening to the passersby below praising and marveling at it.

"Oh, look, that’s the mighty Black Dragon Lord, Lord Rosani. His head is truly majestic, his body is truly strong, his muscles are truly full, and his scales shine like black gemstone pearls,"

A passerby from the outer city slows his pace at the moment, gazing up in awe at the pure-blood black dragon and says to his companion.

"Yes, the Black Dragon Lord seems different from his kin. He’s much more beautiful and robust than his kin, not at all like the emaciated and skeletal black dragons depicted in the Dragon Group’s storybooks."

Another resident wearing a dragon horn grass hat holds his hat with his right hand and looks up with admiration at the Black Dragon Lord, whose head unknowingly lifted at a slightly higher angle.

Since the Black Dragon Rosani awoke from its slumber, after undergoing a non-malignant mutation, it has been dedicated to showcasing its stature before many giant dragon lords and their beloved ones, to satisfy its dragonish vanity, which is intense to a laughable degree.

And after the victorious war with the beastmen, this black dragon, known for slaughtering the beastmen mercilessly, is dubbed the Black King by the Golden People for harvesting lives and devouring enemy souls, and its frequency of activity became even higher.

Especially due to its dual attitude towards the territories’ residents and its enemies, and its contrasting behavior, to gain more admiration, this black dragon surprisingly lowered its true dragon dignity and mingled in the marketplaces daily, flaunting its presence.

Being both a regular at the arena as well as a local star in the taverns, many common folks not only recognize this vain black dragon but have also conversed with this Black Dragon Lord, listening to it brag about its battle feats.

Thus, this black dragon, initially known for its terrifying image in the world, surprisingly gained the affection of many residents, becoming a representative of the dragons high above in the mountains who also possess a friendly image.

Unlike those who gain power through intimidation and coercion, the Black Dragon Rosani is also trying to use fame to gain more strength, which is an attempt.

Karon has no reservations when dealing with the giant dragon lords within the Dragon Group, hoping they can keep up with his pace and become his strong allies.

"Honorable and mighty Black Dragon Lord, Lord Rosani, may I ask, which way should I go to reach the temporary camp of the ’Red Compassion’ battle group?"

A clear and crisp voice arrives, as the Black Dragon Rosani lowers its head to see a young and dashing girl with a long jet-black braid and wide, round eyes staring up at him.

Beside the young girl, there is also a half-blood boy, about ten years old, who is also staring at him in awe with large eyes.

The Black Dragon Rosani also notices that this seemingly naive but actually clever boy is wearing a silver medal with crossed swords on his burlap chest.

This type of medal is a War Hero Medal that can only be obtained by performing significant deeds on the battlefield. Per the territory’s regulations, warriors awarded with this medal can seek assistance from the local security guard at any time and place within the territory.

Furthermore, this medal can be worn by the recipient’s family members to represent them at important occasions. It is a high honor and prestige bestowed by the dragons to those followers who are loyal in life and soul.

The ’Red Compassion’ battle group is the honorary independent title granted a few years ago to the first company under the First Legion, which performed outstandingly during the war against the beastmen and the dragons.

The first company, led by War Commander Faen, fought with extraordinary bravery, managing to achieve almost a one-to-one casualty rate with makeshift equipment against the beastman legion, even beheading the great commander of the beastmen, which is equivalent to a war commander.

After this battle, the warriors of the First Legion’s first company were almost depleted and were granted the independent battle group title of ’Red Compassion’ after the war, because these warriors had no mercy for their own lives or for the death of their enemies on the battlefield.

And the heavy cavalry battle group led by Chiron, self-proclaimed as Gogomola’s Spear, also called the ’Death Knights,’ presented staunch loyalty to the Gogomola Dragon Group, and for their enemies, only the death of life awaited.