Sitting at the table waiting for the food, the old man watched as a rough-looking man paid a few coins to the bored young man in the corner.

His eyes sparkled at the silvery sheen and he picked up his battered instrument from the floor and began to play.

"...ooooh, it was none other than Great Hero Hellen who put an end to the Terror of the Demon King...

But what happened to the people around him?

Did you enjoy his victory?

Did they mourn his death?

Were they still looking for his body?

Do they have their own story that needs to be told?

Do not lament or sigh because here I have arrived...

Don't forget to thank the generous man at the bar hehe..

This is the story of the lonely Dragon....

Ohhh how sad and dirty his reputation

People laughed after seeing him run away in shame.

Where would the coward go?

Why run away after just one match against the Demon King?

How furious were the Dragons..

His King sacrificed herself for Mediocres like him.

But how sad was the Hero...

He knew the truth that no one wanted to believe.

So the dying dragon endured the pain and returned to his old home.

Where an impossible story happened in a nearby kingdom.

Where it was shown that love surpassed time itself.

Finding the body next to the grave of his mother, the hero wept uncontrollably.

Oh poor Blue Dragon...

Labeled a coward for all Eternity no one understands your sadness.

Accepting death together with the person you loved the most.

A smile appeared on the old man's wrinkled face.

He drank his slightly rancid juice and left the place.

Seeing the young faces choosing quests in the guild, he stroked the small rusty crown in his hand.

When bumping into some children, only a little bit of his pointed ears were visible outside of his cloak, but no one seemed to notice.

Walking aimlessly into the sunset, he went back to talking to himself, as he did every day at this hour.

"...what a beautiful sunset, did you see it Blu?"

But like every afternoon no one answered... only the wind.