(What the hell is going on?!) – thought panicking and confused dragon king Goror as he was searching his mind for the answers nonstop…. But no matter what he did, the results were the same.
(Name. Face. Appearance… I can't remember any of these?!)
"…"
"I see." – said Oron.
"You are victim as well."
"!?"
"Victim?! Wha the hell are you talking about?! WHAT DO YOU KNOW?! ASNWER ME!?" – shouted the dragon king.
"Answer my fucking question first." – said Oron.
"Name."
"Appearance."
"Face."
"Do you remember any of these."
"Yes or no?"
"…"
"No." – said the dragon king.
"I don't remember any of these."
"…"
"Here." – said Oron as he took out a small notebook from his inventory.
"You should read this."
"…."
The dragon king glared at the notebook with suspicious, using his magic detection skills and smell to inspect the book from the safe distance… But not detecting any danger.
"…"
