Rusty Dragon

The protracted 'witch hunting' had faded into silence with the end of the Seven Years' War,  and the mysteries of the East Coast had begun to conceal themselves, yet gunpowder was on a rapid rise.
Mo Qishang, who should have been utterly confounded, stood at the crossroads of destiny in the name of Arthur. He stared in astonishment at the charging knights, the wizards atop the high towers, and the bizarre wilderness. He felt the sharpness of the longsword and the recoil of the firearm, both clear and unfamiliar. At last, he excitedly shook his robe and, with a smile on his face, said—
"Do not believe what I say, for to believe is to exist!"

They all call me Great Master

Everyone's gaze shifted toward the manor.


All at once, to everyone's amazement, the manor that had been full of fallen leaves and whose building corners were damaged and permeated with a desolate feeling, burst into life with Arthur's gesture.


The damaged buildings had not been repaired.


But no one could feel the desolation anymore.


Even in the winter day, it was palpably felt.


Or more accurately, it had been thoroughly absorbed.


And the only one who could do this was Arthur.


Arthur, disregarding the surprise of the crowd, softly said to Marinda―


"As we say goodbye to the old and welcome the new, all things come to life!


It, has prepared itself to greet its new master!


As he spoke, Arthur also mimicked a bow with due ceremony.


Chapter 439: Named as a Warning!