However, Jilian, without drawing his sword, silently watched what was happening in front of him.

His body was half-frozen in the cold pouring out from behind the ice wall.

With long eyelashes glistening like strands of frost, every blink of his eyes seemed to sprinkle the surroundings with a glittering powder.

The monsters returned to their primal states.

The ogre was exactly three times the size of a person, and the troll only made a small cottage.

Arachne didn’t need to be mentioned.

It felt like the whole world was bustling with the approach of the apocalypse.

Feeling dizzy as he watched the undulating world, Jilian closed his eyes tightly.

Closing his eyes, the frozen senses somewhat revived.

The most vivid hearing began to pick up a little more, and the faintly hoped-for vision drew the world beyond the eyelids clearly.

Hoo-woong.

With the strong wind swaying his body, Jilian keenly felt the gigantic shadow swallowing him.

There were no more loud noises as if something was breaking.

As if there had never been any commotion in the first place, even the wind held its breath at this moment.

Jilian finally realized that the moment he had been waiting for had begun.

When he opened his eyes, he saw a pair of golden eyes looking down on him from a very high place.

Exactly like him, but absolutely different.

If Jilian’s golden eyes seemed to be made of melted gold, those eyes were the sun itself.

Burning endlessly, living and breathing, captivating everything in an instant; the absolute evil and the absolute good.

A demon king who can bear everything that cannot coexist.

The tightly stretched scales on the firm neck were glowing subtly like a spray of light under the falling snow.

Jilian slowly opened his mouth towards the incredibly beautiful creature that he had been waiting for.

“I’ve come to end Baloch’s endless winter.”

With those words, the gigantic claws spread wide.

Jilian, as if to avoid the huge hand, quickly stepped back, speaking again.

“But before that, I have a wish.”

There was no returning response.

However, Jilian didn’t care and continued speaking.

“Let me see Bianca one more time. I want to capture my queen in these eyes for the last time.”

With his words, the large eyes seemed to narrow thinly.

As if mocking, if it was laughter, or if it was an illusion, no one knew.

But it didn’t matter.

As long as he listens to anything after saying that he will end the winter.

Behold.

Jilian bowed his waist gracefully to the magnificent being that sprinkled a cold breath and left an elegant greeting.

“There’s no need for this.”

“But my queen has already shed too many tears… I don’t want to make her cry anymore.”

“I don’t want to make her cry more.”
As soon as the words were finished, the ferocious giant claws that had been flickering nearby grabbed Jilian violently.

“Ugh.”

Jilian coughed up blood violently.

He might not know, but just now, it felt like several ribs were broken.

“……How annoying.”

Jilian, wiping his energetic chin roughly with the back of his hand, chuckled dryly.

It wasn’t because he was not well-adjusted or hadn’t fully shaken off the ice.

Under this sky, everyone had forgotten him, and although his existence itself had become faint, he was an incomparable perfect being.

He couldn’t be compared in terms of magic, physical strength, or intelligence.

So, this wasn’t a mistake; it must be irritation.

While Jilian smiled faintly, he moved.

As he spread his folded giant wings, a silvery curtain, like a mist, elegantly unfolded endlessly in the cloudy sky.

“Haah….”

Jilian observed that figure with familiar eyes.

Soft but impenetrable wings and solid silvery scales that repelled any attack.

He had forgotten.

His appearance.

“Lord, Baloch.”

The dragon that was about to fly while gripping Jilian, the dragon named after my name and gave its derived surname to Duke Baloch, was preparing to rise.

Various stories were circulating about him, such as disappearing with the death of the ancestor and returning to nature after his lifespan was exhausted, or losing interest in the short human world’s lifespan.

People mourned the glorious and brilliant epic tales that the great being had created while establishing the empire with the ancestor, but that did not last more than a century.

In fact, the past became the past, and the past faded away, turning into a legend before the light faded.

Even though Duke Baloch, who inherited the name, was holding on to his story, it was only on the level of a “legend” recorded in the “historical records.”

People had completely forgotten about dragons.

This brilliant and great being.

Hoo-woong.

As he flapped his wings, a gigantic snowstorm arose, making the world instantly white.

Jilian closed his eyes tightly against the biting wind that covered the front.

Hoo-woong, at the same time as the sound of the roaring wind, his body began to float.

The freezing wind that made it hard to breathe blew from all directions.

It was unbearable for a human.

Looking at the sparkling fingertips for a moment, Jilian chuckled dryly.

He didn’t know because he had no sense, but his hands were cold enough to freeze, and ice was forming on top of them.

Anyway, it wasn’t much of a regret since he would soon lose his breath.

“Enough.”

If my queen sees you in a miserable state and cries, what should I do?

Cough.

With the flapping of the wings, perhaps because the body was strained due to the movements, Jilian burst into a red cough.

The freshly wiped chin became hot again.

“It might surprise you, but this…”

Jilian, who murmured quietly, wiped his chin and lightly ran his hand through his hair.

His eyes kept closing.

If they closed, he might not open them again.

Jilian forcibly opened the eyelids, which were frighteningly drooping.

His wish was sincere.

He wanted to capture Bianca in his last gaze.

Just one more time.