Dragon Slayer Diary

On the frozen soil of ashes and cold wind, who can break free from order? Who else is peeping in the shadow of the silver ring and dragon scales? The price of the Silver Circle is forgetfulness. The cost of the red flame spell is burning. The price of black abyss magic is madness. The day he overthrew the tyrant, the first dragon scale grew on his collarbone. The day he signed the death warrant for his first love, a thirteenth piece grew above his heart. He has not become evil. He was for the "right" thing. Fifty years later, he was covered with silver scales, sitting on the throne, and a young man walked to the top of the tower. The boy said: "My name is Morning Star." That's his son. He was also the one who came to kill him.