The dead Dragon Olienne�s voice reverberated around his ears.

�Is it your narcissism that is keeping you alive?�

Olienne had been right.

Eruhaben was an arrogant Dragon whose narcissism kept him going.

He was extremely arrogant as Dragons had been for generations.

However, Eruhaben himself thought that there was justification as to why he could be so arrogant.

�Eruhaben, you said that they called you a natural fighter when you were younger?�

Although Eruhaben had quietly helped the Elves and the World Tree as well as some young Dragons safely finish their first growth phase here and there as he aged, he had originally been a fighter. That was what the Dragons had called him in the past.

However, the truth was that he was not a, �natural,� fighter.

He had believed in the strength of his attribute as he worked hard and trained himself while others sneered and mocked his dust or powder attribute.

He just faced the other Dragons after training and developing that attribute.

Eruhaben sternly started to speak after still feeling the presences of Cale and Raon behind him.

�Move away.�

�Eruhaben-nim.�

He could hear Cale�s voice. Eruhaben shook his head and responded back.

�I will do it.�

�Goldie gramps!�

He could hear Raon�s voice.

First was Cale and then it was Raon. Eruhaben let out a sigh.

�Why are there so many issues in my final years?�

However, Eruhaben could feel his blood boiling at the fact that he could fight at full power for the first time in a long time.

That was why he stepped forward as he commented back to Cale.

�Cale, you take good care of him.�

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