I was visiting the port town of Hargey to meet a dragon slayer who had slayed a flying dragon single-handedly.
He seemed to be quite famous in this town, and everyone I asked seemed to know him.
I asked everyone and they all seemed to know him, as if they had heard of him.
and so on, and no matter who I asked, they all said, "Mr. Dragonslayer's name? Oh, you're not Mr. Dragonslayer?" The answers were always something like "Oh, it's not Mr. Dragon Slayer?
I wondered if there was anyone with that name, but since no one really knew his name, I was beginning to think that he himself might have called himself that.
He is a fierce fighter who can slay a flying dragon with a single dagger.
Perhaps he has learned specialized fighting techniques against dragon species and makes a living at it.
Even I, a saint who has the "Sword Saint" skill and was chosen by the Holy Sword, would have a hard time dealing with the dragon species.
I am sure that I was born to be in the party.
Therefore, I must add him to my party at any cost!
And then I'm going to slay a lot of dragon species and show that idiot Iguza what I'm talking about!
Clenching my fists, I continued to search for the dragon slayer with the man who was carrying our luggage.
However, we had no success, and my frustration was mounting.
I mean, why do I, a saint, have to sweat so hard to find out where he is?
You, the baggage handler, should have read the atmosphere and said something like, "Please go to the inn and rest, saint lady!
Why are you drinking water while leaving the saint behind?
Oh, that's why men who don't care are so .......
"Oh, how can I help you? What's the matter, saint?
No, no, I'm just feeling very lucky with the weather today.
Yes, it is. I can't stop sweating thanks to it.
The man laughed with a hawkish smile.
No, what are you laughing at?
You're making me even more depressed with your hotness!