Law of the Devil

Furthermore, the most eye-catching characteristic of the creature was neither its pristinely white skin nor the enchanted golden hair, it’s the horn on its forehead! Made out of an unknown crystal-like substance, the thing constantly radiated a soft glowing light that cried out to the world of its sacred nature. Even when compared to the intimidating aura of the dragon race, one would find it hard pressed to say it’s inferior and showed signs of being just as powerful.

So what sort of creature was this?

A unicorn!!

That’s right, the mythical animal of legends, the purest and most beautiful of all existence in this world blessed by the almighty creator. And right now, this proud and magnificent animal was currently submitting itself to be ridden as a mount by someone!

One may ask, who could possibly tame such a creature? Well, for one, the man that’s currently riding on the unicorn had an insanely handsome face, the kind that could make a wave of females faint at the slightest glance. In fact, that face was so intense that it could even be called a travesty to allow some mere poet or artist to ingrain that face onto their artwork!

Just that, there’s one issue… the man’s an Elf!

Although its widely recognized that elves are beautiful by nature throughout their legends, this one has blown past all of that bias and made the word his own. First and foremost, it wasn’t just his face that’s damningly beautiful, his armor as well, it’s a true work of art. Glistening with a silvery light, the markings on that armor indicated its heavily enchanted with some sort of spell unique to their race. Then there’s his long hair that’s stretched all the way down to his waist, it’s a pure purplish shade!

Obviously this individual held a position of power among his brethren’s, yet no weapons could be found among his body aside from that harp on his back. That’s a strange sight, even for the dragons watching this unfold.

“Oh great Dragon Patriarch, the proud ruler of the Sacred Mountain.” The voice was awe-inspiring, yet it was also melodic and smooth like a hundred songs playing at once. For once in this savage battlefield, something harmonic has appeared.

“…. before we begin the war, please come forward for a meeting. According to the great old traditions, as leaders of both sides, we should at the very least pay our respect to one another.” The following smile from him carried an undeniable charm that seems to eclipse even the sun over their head.

Roaring out a long hearty laugh at the invitation; the Chief immediately took to the sky and stopped a hundred meters away from the elf. Making a snarling face, the old dragon shoots a contemptable look at the unicorn before facing the elf: “Despicable sinners! You have all been subjected to the punishment of the divine, yet you dare violate the sacred decree by returning to the Roland Continent!”

The elf only made a soft smile, showing no signs of anger or depression at the supposed truth. “Sin?” looking like he’s murmuring to himself, the man shakes his head in disappointment: “No matter how much of sin our ancestors committed, a thousand years has gone and past. I ask you, oh great lord of the dragons, what crimes could possibly warrant such condemnation?!”

“Humph!” The massive golden existence that was the dragon chief releases his absolute might, pressing down at the small elf: “Speak your name, Elf!”

Under the pressure of the strongest dragon in existence, this elf seems indifferent like he’s unaffected in the slightest . Gently stroking that purplish hair, the stalwart figure laughs and returns the roar with a humble smile: “I was born in midsummer, but on that day the world suddenly blew up a snowstorm. To commemorate that strange event, my father gave me a very special name… Oh honorable lord of the dragons, allow me to properly introduce myself. My name is Drifting Snow, Snow for short, and I am the Elf King.”