A boy walked out of the door. He slowly strolled towards the setting sun. He realized that light shone from every direction despite not having looked back; the Holy Temple behind him were shimmering; the weapons hanging on the wall were reflecting the sunlight from the outside; and the emblem of the Saintly Knights was glimmering. The empty practice hall would be filled with golden glamours until the sun was finally set.
The boy stopped on the paved road, hesitating as he journeyed away from the temple. He stopped himself from looking back, but he did not want to leave. He told himself to accept the truth, but he could not just let himself cry. Since the moment he stepped out of the gate, he could no longer get back into the temple, the place where he had lived since he was born. He would be leaving the path of becoming a Saintly Knight, the road which he had once thought he would be walking.
???: It’s good that you’re not crying, otherwise I’ll have given up on you.
???: Oh really? But I prefer frank people....
The boy swiftly jumped to the stone wall with his back leaning against it. He stretched his hand to reach for his sword, but he could only find the bundle of simple clothes he had - his short sword had already been taken back by the temple. The two warriors walked to the front of the boy. Their eyes flashed over him. The fully armored warrior kept nodding.
???: Not bad, I could see potential in you.
???: What is your name, boy?
The warrior who was dressed in an oriental outfit bent over . A special kind of charisma that made the child trust him. The warrior asked him a question.
???: Kid, tell me, why do you want to become a Sacred Knight.
Toler: I love swords......I love their glints!
Paladin King of Light: Boy, I expect quite a lot!
Paladin King of Light: Strike me with full strength, and find a way to march forward.
Agatha the Dragon Maiden: Hey, little thing. I am not your family.
Light Dragon Spiritor II: But you have a dragon tail too, just like me...
Agatha the Dragon Maiden: Mine is red. Yours is golden. See?
Agatha the Dragon Maiden: The lizard out there has a golden tail too. Maybe he is your father -
Light Dragon Spiritor II: I am never a lizard! Our appearance is completely different.
Sacred Glare Lizard Knight: Ha! You think you can share my glory?
The lizard guard outside complained with discontent. Agatha covered her mouth as she wanted to laugh out loud. She then sat with her legs crossed allowing the boy sit in her arms so she could lightly hold him.
The kid blushed because of what she said. He was discontent, but he could feel a satisfaction inside his heart. It was just like a warmth originating from the heart. Unlike the heat of the sunlight radiating from above, the warmth from the heart would make a person want to say something. However, the newly born Dragon Spiritor still had no idea about what such feelings meant.
Sacred Glare Lizard Knight: Stop chitchatting! Forgotten your work?
Agatha the Dragon Maiden: Hehe... Roger that!
Agatha the Dragon Maiden: Okay, kid, let’s begin practicing the power of dragons.
‘ - Scholars of Holylight City were not optimistic about the Dragon Spiritor project at all. When the fourth Dragon Follower inherited the title, the people in charge of the project were swapped. It was not only because of the fact that the lifespan of human beings was not long enough, but also the vague attitude of the leaderships toward Ethereal Dragons.
The Dragon Followers were simply treated as powerful warriors. They were thrown onto the chaotic battlefield. During the fifth and the sixth generations of Dragon Followers, high-ranked officials gave up on the project . It was administered by low-ranking officials instead, which led to the betrayal of the two Dragon Followers.’
‘According to records, the beginning of the Dragon Follower project was marked by the delivery of the fossil of a dragon fang from Ceraphis, the Fortress of Fantasies. At the beginning, people wanted to forge a powerful draconic sword to subdue——’
Scholar: Why is it blurred here?
‘... dragon...under Ceraphis....However...failure...assimilated...absorb power...transport...Holylight...Through many hands,...blacksmith...the Sword...’
The scholar sighed. He frowned at the unreadable passage which he had to skip.
‘...In fact, the third and fourth Dragon Spiritors had been almost flawless. They possessed the perfect ability of flying, intrepid battle efficiency, and a strong sense of righteousness. For this reason, they were sent to the defensive line of Enochian Tower, where they met their demise after fierce battles. After that, the Holy Temple was busy with the post-war recovery, so the fifth Dragon Follower stayed in Holylight City - ’
Student: Eureka, professor!
Student: I found the record of the Dragon Follower’s escape!
Scholar: Let me see -
???: You faked mythological beast! You cannot stop me!
Agatha the Dragon Maiden: Be careful!
Agatha the Dragon Maiden: Don’t fight with it! Let’s split up and escape -
???: No! It will be meaningless if we are not going together!
The lizard opened the cell gate. It was the first time the boy had come to this comfortable cell, but not for the sword, which returned to the cell where it once bathed in the rays of the run from the window on the roof.
Agatha the Dragon Maiden: Why are you here? I thought you were still on the battlefield.
The demi-dragon maiden was lying lazily on her bed. As there was no reply, she rose from her bed.
Agatha the Dragon Maiden: What happened - Who are you? Why do you have his sword?
Toler: He’s dead. I am his successor, Toler. I shall -
Agatha the Dragon Maiden: Hey, Lizard! Can you bring me something to eat?
Sacred Glare Lizard Knight: Something to eat? What does a demi-dragon like you eat? Human -
Agatha the Dragon Maiden: Anything would suffice!
She was almost shouting. After moments of silence, the lizard knight sighed.
Sacred Glare Lizard Knight: Alright, but I will soon be back. Try not to cause any trouble.
The rosy face of the maiden paled suddenly. She went to the corner of the room and hid behind the knees. The boy came close to her. As the sound of footsteps of the lizard knight faded gradually and silence finally filled the air, the boy talked to the girl.
Toler: My commanding officer told me that you will teach me the power of dragons.
Toler: Who are you? What turned you into a dragon? Do you have a sword too?
Agatha knelt before the boy and held him tight. She cried as she replied.
Agatha the Dragon Maiden: I’m your family, your sister!
Agatha the Dragon Maiden: You fool! I’ve become a dragon just because you’ve become a dragon too.
Toler knew she was lying, but he still let the maiden cuddle her because he could feel a surge of warmth from his sword since he saw the maiden. The heat warmed his heart from his back and recalled his memory in the past. It was similar to the warmth that he had felt at the place where he could sleep peacefully and get everything he wanted.
Agatha the Dragon Maiden: Don’t die that easily, okay?
No one discovered that the sword was giving out heat and glowing in a dim light. Its light possessed the colour of the sun at dusk, just like the last glints of the setting sun, or the last spark of the extinguished fire -
The Sword of Dracospirits recorded the love of every generation of Dragon Followers for Agatha, and it finally released Agatha from the prison of Holylight City. ^ However, this pure sensation might have disrupted the Dragon Follower’s character...
When Honor was small, he was sent to Agatha’s prison cell for training. However, he could only see a demi-dragon maiden who was sleeping soundly, so every time, he played in the cell alone . When he was tired, he would sleep on the floor. Later, he grew bold. He climbed to the bed and slept next to the maiden. The warmth of the bed enveloped Honor in his dreams, where he saw himself as the past Dragon Followers, where all of them were cuddled by Agatha.
Under the influence of the Sword of Dracospirits, Honor fell in love with the sleeping maiden. He would practice alone every time, and then sleep deeply in Agatha’s arms. The sword allowed him to experience all the lives of his past, so that he knew that, in the whole Holylight City, Agatha was the only one that loved him, and he solely loved Agatha.
Later, Honor realized the biological clock of a Dragon Follower was different from that of a Dragon Maiden. As a Demi-dragon, Agatha had to sleep for a few years each time, but Honor was relatively more human-like. He would wake up just after a few days. Not long after Honor left Holylight City with Agatha, She fell into her deep dragon sleep. Honor did not mind at the beginning and no matter what happens, he would be protect the maiden.
However, when he saw her face as she was sleeping on her side, he could not help but lie in her embrace. Before he was aware of it, his lips were already on Agatha’s cheek. After that, he regained his consciousness just like it had been taken away before. He found himself holding Agatha’s soft body, her head resting on his chest.
Honor returned the maiden to her original position with the minimal movement. Then, he jumped aside as if he was burnt by fire.
Honor the Dragon Follower: A hero shouldn’t have done this! A hero shouldn’t have—
He chopped firewood in a frenzied state. This did not end until he was suddenly attacked by ambushed enemies—
Werewolf Fighter: Die! You criminal of Holylight City!
Honor the Dragon Follower: You are... Do I know you?
The Resolute Samurai: I am not someone you know.
The Resolute Samurai: Or I should say, I am someone that you have to forget.
Honor the Dragon Follower: But——
The Resolute Samurai: Come and defeat me! And begin your new life!
One day, Honor annoyed Agatha because of something he could not understand. He chased after her to a volcano before losing sight of her. Since then, Honor began his own journey in search of Agatha, on which he finally understand his own feelings and learned something from a companion who he met—
Jack the Ripper: She left you just because you are not proactive enough.
Jack the Ripper: She loved you so much, but you have disappointed her!
Honor the Dragon Follower: Really?
Jack the Ripper: Of course! The girl is waiting for your kiss, Honor!
Jack the Ripper: Just remember to start cutting —
Jack the Ripper: Cough! I mean kissing from her heart...
—He had learned something that he had not know before. He vowed to make her happy if he could be reunited with Agatha one day—