victory

The young man's excitement cooled down, and he felt the depression of the human being in front of him, so he stepped forward gently, squatted down, and rubbed the human being with his golden hair.

Joseph pulled the corner of his mouth bitterly, but he couldn't help touching the golden head in front of him.

"Why are you unhappy." The young man raised his head and looked at him carefully, "Is it because I said something wrong?"

Joseph took a deep breath. He looked at the cautious young man in front of him, and decided to speak frankly, "Do you know...Actually... I am a human warrior. I have participated in almost every battle against dragons. I...although I am old, but I still remember the glory of the warrior...I will always be loyal and brave...you..." His voice became softer, and his eyes looked at the still sharp iron blade in the corner. Jian, "You understand..."

"I understand." Following his words, the young man's eyes became a little sad. He walked a little further, took the iron sword that had been leaning against the stone wall in the cave, and gently placed it on the ground.

Joseph only glanced at it, and then looked away from the cold iron sword.

"I don't want to lie to you." The young man said softly, "But yes..."

"Stop talking." He wanted to stop the young man, but it was useless.

The young man took his warm hand, "That's right, I am a dragon, so you will despise me because of this, stay away from me, and never see me again?"

He shook his head in confusion, "No...it's not..."

"Or, do you also want to use this sword to kill me?"

He was obviously still next to the fire that was still warm, but his face was dripping with cold sweat, "I didn't...I won't..."

"It's okay." The gentle stream of light in the young man's eyes was as clear as tears in his eyes, "You are a very good person, and I am very content to meet you."

Looking into his eyes, Joseph felt that maybe he, too, would be able to shed tears in the next moment.

He didn't know what was going on, but seeing the young man's uncontrollable grief, he felt that he wasn't really an evil dragon, he...was very pitiful.

"Would you mind telling me your name?" The young man saw that he didn't want to pick up the iron sword for a long time, and asked tentatively, "I want to know your name."

He lowered his head, stared at his feet, and said dully, "Joseph...my name is Joseph."

"Joseph..." the young man repeated, asking, "...can I give you a hug?"

He didn't speak.

So the young man walked behind him, and a strange body stuck to his back, trying to comfort his struggling soul.

"I know, Joseph, I've made things difficult for you." The young man, or the dragon, no longer used honorifics, "You are an excellent warrior, but I am an evil dragon in your eyes. You should fight for your warrior's faith." The one who killed me, but...you are too gentle." The dragon buried his head on his shoulder, and slowly stroked his dark brown hair.

Joseph moved, and he dug out the sweet potatoes buried in the charcoal fire, and placed them on the ground together with the iron sword.

He gently pushed the young man behind him away, and said, "I'm sorry, I'm so confused, I don't know how to face you...I have to think...I have to go back and think..."

"...Okay." Long sighed, and sent him to the entrance of the cave. His lake-blue eyes were lonely, and his tone was pleading, "Please, come back to me, okay?"

When Joseph heard the dragon's voice, he didn't dare to look at his expression anymore, he just said, "Sweet potato...you have to remember to eat it before it gets cold..."

Long was stunned for a moment, and reluctantly agreed.

He was dumb, and went back along the way he came.

The woods were still the same woods, and the sky was as bright as when he came, but he was not in the same happy and excited mood as before.

Even though he was born again, with healthy limbs and a hopeful life, he was so sad that he was about to cry.

If he was still the same Joseph ten years ago, maybe he wouldn't need the young man to take out the iron sword. Even with bare hands, he would have punched and killed the monster in front of him at the risk of his life.

But he is not.

He thought of the scene of the day when the monsters and warriors disappeared in this land together.

On the bloody battlefield, when he collapsed in despair and contentment, what he heard was the mournful roar of the painful giant dragon, and what he saw was a huge blood-drenched beast rising into the sky from the filthy ground.

He was content then, dominated by the idea that it was all over.

Now that I think about it, I feel very wrong.

Obviously the dragon is still alive, and what disappeared is just a monster. Why, he would arbitrarily think that peace has come?

Just like other townspeople, they thought that the age of the brave had passed away forever, even though they had never seen the dragon's corpse.

They are so determined...

Because of…

Because of…

Because of the dragon, has he never harmed human life?

He froze in place.