"What a beautiful day, praise Noah!"
Barbos stood at the highest point of the half-collapsed, dilapidated castle, his gaze sweeping over the city walls stained with mottled purple-black blood and the chaotic mountainside, before looking towards the quiet little town at the foot of the mountain.
The morning breeze brushing past his nose carried a scent of blood, mixed with a faint stench of human and animal waste, yet none of this affected Barbos's joyful mood at the moment.
Because everything he could see, including this castle beneath his feet that looked like ruins, belonged to him; it was his domain.
This was the reward he gained by crossing mountains and oceans, following Lord Iliad in his conquest, transforming from an ordinary Dragon-man citizen into a Dragon-man nobleman.
