The silence was broken.

��Even if you trusted someone, how could you allow free entry into the castle when you didn�t know how the future generations would be-�

It was Bud.

Mercenary King Bud was quietly mumbling with a frustrated expression. He had subconsciously said it because he could not hold back his frustration anymore.

He seemed to be blaming the white Dragon, but nobody could blame him for doing that. It was because he looked extremely sad.

Someone else chimed in at that moment.

�You said that the Dragon Slayer swore an oath.�

It was Cale.

Raon flinched at his statement and raised his buried head. The others looked toward Cale as well.

However, Cale was only looking at the white Dragon.

The white Dragon had indeed said that.

�I asked my close friend, the Dragon Slayer of that generation, for a favor before I died. I asked if they could protect this castle generation after generation.�

�That Dragon Slayer swore an oath that they would keep that promise generation after generation.�

She had asked the Dragon Slayer who swore an oath to the white Dragon to do so.

At first glance, it seemed like a promise between two people based on their trust.

But would it really be like that?

This was something regarding the children she cherished more than her life and having a beautiful death.

Would it just have been a loose promise like that?

Especially one that involved future generations as well?

Cale continued to speak.

�What was the oath?�

The white Dragon had a sad smile as she responded back.

�An oath of death.�

It was an extremely strong oath the white Dragon asked the God of Death to make. JrNovels.com