Nächster Halt [2]

"We have arrived. Welcome to my White Dragon Grotto."

"Eh?"

Damien could only muster a surprised sound as he heard the man speak. After all, with his memories intact, all he could recall was a past engulfed in an embarrassing, rage-fueled tantrum, dominated by his desire to destroy the carnate Snow Beast King. Presently, he remained utterly perplexed by the situation at hand.

Without a viable alternative, he glanced helplessly toward Ruyue, who responded to his state with a wry smile. She then gave him a brief overview of everything she knew via mana transmission.

'So, this man is the so-called White Dragon King... Quite presumptuous to name this place after himself, though I suppose it's fitting in a way.'

Damien quickly stood up, brushed the snow from his clothing, and offered a slight bow to the White Dragon King. "I have embarrassed myself before you, Senior White Dragon."