Just looking at that Dragon Song, Emhardt could feel the deep camaraderie between Rafael and that partner. Even in the eyes of others like Burr, they were immensely grateful for these two leaders fighting side by side.

"Ah, Queen, you wield your blade in the front; ah, Priest, you gather herbs in the rear!"

In the Dragon Song, the scene again underwent a marked transformation, splitting into two ends: Rafael was fighting bloodily with a blade at the front, while at the other end, a nameless demi-human in golden armor was staying in the Dragon Court, organizing production and maintaining order.

One at the front, one at the back, the two looked at each other across the distance, mutually supporting one another.

"But ah, how numerous are our obstacles; but ah, how abundant is our bewilderment." 𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝚠𝕖𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝕖𝚕.𝚌𝗼𝗺

The scene suddenly turned somber, and above, a purely golden sun, like a grim eye stained with blood threads, slowly rose. A sun that should have shone brilliantly quickly devoured everything around it, enshrouding the land of the South Continent, as well as Rafael and the nameless female demi-human.

The blazing war ignited by blood continued to spread; amidst piles of countless corpses, a yellow Dragon-man Species gazed at his exhausted comrades, at the blood-weeping Queen and Priest, filled with the will to fight yet couldn’t help but ask,

"When will the war end so I can lay down my weapons; when will the swords rest so I can lift my farming tools to embrace my wife and children?"

In the instant when the Dragon Song paused, Emhardt, feeling dizzy, crashed into a nearby tree and uncontrollably fell from mid-air.

"Plop!"

The few people over there all gazed dazedly at the Dragon Song Burr had carved on the giant rock. Perhaps this Burr indeed had no experience in creating a Dragon Song; regardless of technique or experience, it was far inferior to those Emhardt had read before.

But a Dragon Song is a Dragon Song, after all; it values the resonance between souls, not the technique of its creation.

The other comrades, entrenched in the quagmire of war, were Dragon Court Soldiers and thus deeply resonated with Burr’s thoughts and were fully immersed in them until something fell in the nearby grass, waking them from their trance.

At the edge of the bonfire, the black-haired human woman was slightly stunned, then wiped her moist eyes, looked alertly towards there, and asked,

"Who is it?"

"..."

But after a moment’s pause, there was no sound from that direction.

The woman turned back and exchanged a glance with her companions; then they all raised their weapons and walked toward that place, guarding against any possible attack from the north’s Pseudo Dragon Court.

However, after waiting for a while, they only saw a book lying dizzyingly on the ground with a single eye,

"Ugh... Is this... the Dragon Song... My head is so dizzy..."

"Boss Burr, is this a... book? And it can talk?"

The reported sound of the woman’s voice pulled back Emhardt’s vague consciousness. He dizzily looked forward and only saw the outline of a black-haired woman.

Huh, this silhouette...

It seems like I’ve seen it somewhere...

In this dim and dark blur, a seemingly nonexistent memory suddenly popped up before Emhardt’s eyes.

It seemed he had seen a human woman with equally long black hair that completely covered her face and features.

Her clothes were ragged all over, and there seemed to be a smile at the corner of her mouth that he couldn’t clearly see.

It seemed she had said something to him long, long ago...

Hmm, what was it...

"Little thing, do you know you’re very precious?"

"Of course, I am the great Book Knight!"

"Hahahaha, Hello, Hello, great Book Knight, I am the great Ultraman."

"... What is that?"

"A guy slightly better than you."

"There’s nothing better than me in this world."

"Really?"

"Really."

"Then what are you searching for here if you’re so great? Haven’t you found everything?"

"I am searching for the Holy Descendants who created me and the Holy Land they live in. Do you know where they are?"

"Oh, no, I don’t..."

"If you’re slightly better than me, how come you don’t know anything?"

"Because I’m a lunatic, you know, I probably know, but I forgot."

"Hehe..."

"But I can help you with something else..."

The blurry silhouette before him drew closer, resembling someone from a long, long time ago...

It seemed that before leaving, she said to him,

"Hey, Little Guy, I can make sure non-experts don’t notice your preciousness. In the eyes of most people, no matter what astonishing words you say, no matter how magical you appear outwardly, they’ll only see your ordinariness, displaying their goodwill... Unless you want, no one will hit on your crooked idea. This way, you can go wherever you want, and one day you’ll find your Holy Land, how about that?"

"... But in that case, no one will know how great I am! If others could see my greatness, those who know the greatness of the Holy Descendants would tell me clues about the Holy Descendants!"

"So, just say it yourself, great Book Knight Little Guy~"

"Uh, I don’t understand..."