Chapter Four: Traces of the Red Dragon

Although puzzled, Roy pushed open the Adventurers' Guild door and, with Layla carrying the goblin, stepped inside.

The first sight was a group of eight or nine adventurers clad in leather pants and tattered armor.

All were unfamiliar faces.

They seemed completely oblivious to Roy's arrival, continually waving their fists and shouting at a silver-haired woman standing in the center of the hall:

“Give us an explanation!”

“Yeah, explain why my brother died right here!”

“Hand over the culprit!”

“Hand over the culprit!!!”

The silver-haired woman wore a high ponytail, was tall and slender, dressed in a white pleated skirt, and was diligently mopping the bloodstains on the floor.

At her feet lay a headless male corpse, lying silently.

Perhaps finally annoyed by the noise, she furrowed her brows slightly, swung her mop, and shouted at the crowd:

“Enough noise! Either fight or take the body and leave!”

As she spoke, she planted the mop on the ground, and a circle of ice crystals rapidly spread outward, forcing the crowd to step back.

The ice crystals touched the corpse and instantly froze it into a headless icy stick.

Seeing this, the adventurers’ arrogance vanished immediately.

They exchanged glances, and one man steeled himself to step forward:

“Ma’am, we’re not causing trouble. It’s just that our comrade died under unclear circumstances inside your Adventurers’ Guild. We demand an explanation.”

“An explanation?”

The silver-haired woman curled the corner of her mouth in a mocking smile and said:

“Do you know the youngest son of the Lord of Bantanda City? He recently visited Wheel Town. Go ask him for your explanation!”

“Bantanda...”

The man murmured and then seemed to realize something, his expression turning to sheer terror.

“You mean—”

He didn’t finish his sentence, as if whatever it was too dreadful to speak.

Swallowing hard, he looked at the headless corpse on the floor, and after confirming his suspicions, he dared not say another word. Hastily, he signaled the others to carry the body away.

Even passing by Roy, they didn’t spare a glance.

The hall suddenly fell silent and empty.

Roy and Layla, carrying the goblin’s body, approached the silver-haired woman who had resumed mopping diligently.

Roy spoke: “Miss Lis.”

The silver-haired woman looked up, then exclaimed with delight:

“Roy, what brings you here?”

She glanced behind Roy with some surprise:

“You killed a goblin?”

“That was Layla’s doing,” Roy smiled.

Only then did Lis, the silver-haired woman, notice Layla holding the goblin’s head and grew even more astonished:

“Roy, you’ve changed so much in just a few days. Not only did you slay a goblin, but you also bought a half-orc slave.”

Layla, who had been keeping her head lowered, now felt she had embarrassed Roy and bowed her head even further.

But Lis’s next words stunned Layla:

“What an adorable little one!”

Layla looked up blankly, only to see a giant pair of arms reaching toward her face.

“So cute!!! May I hold her?” Lis exclaimed excitedly.

Roy watched as Layla’s entire head disappeared into Lis’s embrace, barely able to breathe, and smiled wryly:

“Miss Lis, you’ve already done that.”

The next few minutes, Roy enjoyed a show of the quirky older sister teasing the little girl.

It was, to say the least, quite entertaining.

Watching Layla completely engrossed, he recalled a famous line from his former life:

If the roles were reversed, I’d show her what cruelty really means.

Lis finally released the bright red-faced Layla and winked at Roy:

“Roy, you have good taste. I thought you preferred the voluptuous type.”

Roy, caught off guard, blushed but responded earnestly:

“Miss Lis, you must be joking. Everyone in Wheel Town knows my heart lies elsewhere.”

“Alright then, let’s see what you’ve brought back, our great goblin slayer Mr. Roy,” Lis said, stretching.

Seeing Roy’s wandering gaze, Lis muttered to herself, what a hypocritical little pervert!

Lis then led Roy and Layla toward the warehouse where monster materials were stored.

Along the way, Roy took the opportunity to ask about the earlier incident.

“Just as I said, that unlucky fellow came to the guild and accidentally crossed paths with someone he shouldn’t have.”

Lis replied casually.

“The youngest son of the Lord of Bantanda City?”

Roy inquired.

Lis gave him a peculiar look and asked:

“Are you really from Wheel Town, Roy?”

“W-What’s wrong?” Roy tried to mask his unease.

“Bantanda is the main city that Wheel Town belongs to. Its lord, Count Larry, has seven children.”

“To protect them, Count Larry assigned a powerful bodyguard to each child.”

Lis spoke as if reciting from memory:

“And the two children Larry favored most were the second son and the youngest.”

“Especially the youngest; when he turned six, Count Larry expressed his affection by making a special trip to the royal capital for him…”

“When he returned, he brought back a dragon.”

“A dragon?!!” Roy was stunned.

Even though he had known dragons existed in this world, he had thought they were far removed from his reach—after all, he was still too weak to kill even a goblin.

If goblins were this strong, how formidable must dragons be?

“You really didn’t know,” Lis said helplessly.

“Of course, it’s not a pureblood dragon, not even truly a dragon. If we’re strict, it’s more like a draconic descendant with dragon blood, but that’s still quite extraordinary.”

“Red Dragon Tasanya—that’s what people call her.”

“Since arriving in Bantanda, she’s been arrogant and left a trail of bloodshed wherever she went. Her favorite pastime…”

Lis dropped her mop, punched the air for emphasis, and added:

“Is smashing people’s heads with her fists.”

“So that headless corpse was because he accidentally crossed her path, and then...?” Roy asked in disbelief.

“Exactly as you saw,” Lis shrugged and picked up her mop again.

Roy fell silent.

Though he had sensed the danger of this world from the goblins, he clearly had underestimated it.

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