Roar~
The serfs and farmers who had spent their lives cultivating the earth watched with awe as the Flying Dragon, shimmering with a metallic glow beneath its belly, soared across the sky and landed in the castle of the Nobles, towering like a gray mountain in the distance.
At this moment, they had not yet realized what connection these Flying Dragons had with their fate, until the muddy folk returning home from the fields at dusk heard the bell ringing at the village entrance—a sound of summoning.
"What's going on?"
"It's not time to pay taxes yet, is it?"
"They wouldn't be increasing taxes again, would they?"
Upon hearing the village chief's summoning command, whether it was the serfs without freedom or the self-cultivators with limited freedom, their expressions showed reluctance and anxiety.
