Anyone who had stood in front of a dragon would lose their right to laugh at anyone who had pissed their pants in fear. There were two reasons for that. First, the presence of a dragon was more than enough to make one feel insignificant. Second, a dragon would have no qualms stepping on a creature in front of them, as they thought of other creatures as nothing more than ants in their way. Unfortunately, the latter was the more common outcome when any creature faced a dragon.

Any hints of complaint or grumbling were bound to disappear in the presence of a more powerful being. The crowd that had been rowdy mere seconds before suddenly fell silent at the appearance of the dragon. The silence was so deafening that they could hear an ant’s breath.

“I said, where is the bastard who stole my child, who has not even hatched from the egg yet?!” Ignus shouted in a loud, terrifying roar.

The elves who were directly in front of the dragon had blood coming out of their ears, and some started to slowly walk backward as if they were ready to make a run for it at any moment.

“I will burn everyone and everything in this place if anyone dares to run without providing an answer!” Ignus roared once again. A frightening amount of fire started gathering in the dragon’s mouth. It was obvious that someone would lose at least an arm if the dragon’s breath as much as...