"For you right now, the present is the most important thing to you. Emotions have the biggest priority regarding the process of your actions. Acting true to your heart is not necessarily bad, but it is not necessarily a good thing either. The most important thing you should bear in mind if you survive this place is always to be aware of the consequences. You might think you are invincible because of your young age, but a person who can't restrain his rage is not strong. He is a fragile person instead." Apollyon pretended to listen to the creature's advice carefully. Its words, though, went in his one ear and out the other. He couldn't help it, though. The dragon's babbling seemed nothing more than lecturing to the boy. "I was once like you," the dragon suddenly said, having realized that the boy was not paying attention to it. "You? No way!" Apollyon, whose interest was sparked, shouted, surprised, not believing what he had just heard. 

"I am not sure. Wouldn't you say I have a serious reason to harbor resentment towards you?" "Of course not!" The Dragon God replied immediately, expecting to hear that particular answer from the boy. "Certainly, I ordered the tribe to kill you, but let me ask you instead... If I asked you to commit suicide, would you do it?" "I would not, but someone from the tribe might have done it." "Then, supposing I order a man to commit suicide, and he actually does it, who is the one to blame for his death? Me or him?" Apollyon didn't grimace upon hearing that absurd question but closed his eyes instead for a few seconds in thought before opening them again to glare at the dragon. "That's sophistry. You can't deceive me with such a ridiculous argument, but I'll admit that your words contain some truth inside them. The people from the tribe are deeply faithful to you to the point that their belief is making them fanatics. Although I dislike you, strangely enough, I can't say that my feeling

"You must be cursed; I can't think of another explanation," Nerida sighed as she saw the pathetic state the bedridden Sirius was in. The continuous dangerous situations he kept falling in had given a permanent pale color on the boy's drawn face that made him look even more unhealthy compared to back when he was skinny.He was definitely the unluckiest person she had ever known; Nerida had never heard about anyone else who had to fight for his life whenever he walked away from the village. He was certainly a difficult person to befriend as he seemed to have a natural gift of worrying the people who cared about him. "It is one thing to encounter a demonic beast, but you even met an exiled person that we hadn't had news for years. We didn't even know whether he was alive or not. What's next? Do you plan to challenge Chief for his position?" "Have mercy on me. It is already hard for me to endure the pain of my injuries. I can't handle your mockery too. W

"Him?" the boy was genuinely surprised upon hearing the girl's answer. Sirius still remembered the Great Shaman's firm refusal to teach him anything relating to magic when he asked him once more the day he woke up from the coma.Did the man begin having second thoughts because of what happened later on that day? The two of them had an argument when the Great Shaman told the boy about Apollyon's past, and since then, they hadn't reconciled yet. Naturally, the reason Sirius was sulking hadn't been because he was angry for his enemy's sake. Although he felt some pity for him, he still hadn't forgotten how cruelly Apollyon had treated him on their first encounter. He had almost killed him. The boy was just afraid. Afraid that the coming awakening day could make him the next Apollyon. Afraid of losing the family and friends he had managed to acquire. No, if it was anything else, that geezer really might have changed his mind, but it's a different story when we are

I don't have extraordinary things to remember about my life. Always the same monotony. Sometimes I stay in the house and help my mother with the household chores, and sometimes when I am bored, I play with my brothers, the only way that had remained for me to interact with the outside world. An everyday routine, that's how I would describe my life. And the turning point that led to this result was that fateful day, a curse disguised in the form of a blessing. My hair changed. They acquired my mother's awful color-- the color of a person loved by destiny. My eyes changed. They could see further, not in the distance, but the future. They became the eyes of the tribe, a power that made my position even higher than my father's. And finally, I changed. Destiny gave me wings, and from a mere caterpillar, I became a butterfly, a sacred existence that had to be worshipped and be protected by all in the village.  I became afraid. I suddenly found myself having