The Dragon half-blood lowered his head toward Raon who was looking at him.

��I�m sorry.�

�Really, I�m sorry.�

Honestly speaking, �sorry,� was not strong enough to express his emotions.
Guilt for having tried to kill someone was not the end of his emotions.

�Who did I try to kill?�

The Dragon half-blood gave up all desire to live after realizing what he had almost done with his own hands.

The black egg.
The only thing that had spent time with him inside that dark cave. And the thing that made the Dragon half-blood go against the White Star�s orders for the first time and trick him.

��I tried to get rid of that black egg.�

He felt an emotion that could not be expressed with guilt nor regret after realizing that fact.

The black egg.
What did that thing mean to him?

A sense of similarity that they were both thrown away?
Sympathy that he got to live but the egg had to be destroyed?
Or-

��He was the only one.�

That unhatched black egg was the only thing that had spent time with him for his 900 years of life.

He could not turn back time to undo what he had tried to do.
The Dragon half-blood understood the weight of those words.

�I�m done now.�

The Dragon half-blood had waited for Lord Sheritt and Raon Miru� The day he would see these two Dragons to tell them his story.
That was why he, who had no desire to live, forced some desire inside him to prevent his body from crumbling down.

And now, he was able to get rid of that last thing keeping him alive.

It was at that moment.
He could hear Raon�s voice.

�Hey, Dragon half-blood.�

The Dragon half-blood raised his head to look at Raon. 6 years old. The punk who was about that age was looking at him with very pure and clear eyes.
He was relieved that he could be this way even though he grew up tortured and chained. He was relieved that he grew up like this. JrNovels.com