I walked alone through the forest.
Neither Circe, who's usually with me, nor Medea, our attendant, was here.
"A guest at this timing, and a dragon at that."
Even for witches, a dragon seems to be a significant guest.
Upon hearing of its arrival, everyone, including Circe, got busy.
A dragon alone is a big deal.
One over 500 years old might make that even more understandable.
'Living with long-lived races really messes with my sense of time.'
Five hundred years…
Circe and Diana are already much older than me in my eyes.
But a dragon is older than the history of a nation.
I couldn't even imagine what kind of being it would be after living that long.
'And it's the famous dragon, no less. As expected of witches, even their guests are on a grand scale.'
Little is known about dragons.
They're so rare they're practically mythical.
Since they have no interest in human affairs, meeting one is even rarer.
All I know is that they're transcendent beings with exceptional magic.
