The claw scar that was on Fernand's face was given to him by a Dragon during the first wave of war.
Ever since then, he truly knew the meaning of powerlessness.
The despair that was imprinted into him caused a domino effect that ruined his life.
His paranoia was so strong that he lost the respect of his subordinates.
—Enough to make one of them challenge him, and win!
He was demoted, and despite his desperate requests, he was still taken to fight the Dragons on the front lines.
That hellish experience… Fernand thought he had left all of that behind when he deserted the Royal Estate and joined the Mercenary Gang.
As an Executive there, he was well respected and he could do whatever he pleased.
All his enemies were also very weak.
… Until now.
"E-eeeeek!" The old man squeaked like a rat, still unable to move as he watched his predator finally stand in front of him.
"W-what are you? A… dragon…?!"
