NOVEL NEXT Chapter 144: The One Summoned is Not the Ancestor of the Sword! It's a Terrible Great Demon!_4
Recently, Saint Blue City has seen an influx of adventurer teams and squads of heroes, as well as some mysterious and powerful figures....
It is unclear whether these people are drawn by Saint Blue's Dragon God Temple or by the commotion caused by the recent "Evil Dragon."
On the 3rd of December in the year 3455 by the Black Dragon Calendar, it snowed.
The citizens of Saint Blue City say that this year's snow arrived a bit earlier than usual.
A young dragon, dressed in a loose, fleece-lined maroon coat and a matching hat with two horns, wrapped in a scarf, strolled through the snow alongside the Evil Dragon.
The crunching sound of footsteps on the snow and the chilly feeling when snowflakes melted on its face made the young dragon feel... spending its first winter by the Evil Dragon's side... wasn't too bad after all....
Seeing the snowflakes on a bench by the street, the young dragon couldn't resist forming one into a ball... ready to launch a surprise attack on the Evil Dragon.....
But just as it turned around, a fist-sized snowball smashed into its face.
It was the Evil Dragon.
Before it could throw the snowball in its hand, another snowball hit its face.
"Dragon Whelp, snowball fights are all about being quick on the draw, you...."
Your journey continues on empire
The snowball thrown by the young dragon hit the Evil Dragon who was speaking.
Lance scraped off the snow from his head and began looking for snow to make snowballs, indulging in this childish game of snowball fighting for the first time.
Today... he'd have fun playing with the Dragon Whelp, turning its red hat into a snow cap.
Many of the townspeople on the streets of Saint Blue City recognized Lance and the young dragon, noting how the Viscount and the little Dragon Highness seemed to be enjoying themselves.
Some of the children who liked to play with the young dragon would roll snowballs with their hands, run up to the young dragon, and hand them over to the Dragon Whelp for throwing at Lance.
Seeing that the Dragon Whelp had little friends to help, Lance did not spoil the young dragon's pals and instead rolled snowballs, flinging them gently at the young dragon's helpers if he couldn't hit the Dragon Whelp itself.
He had perfect aim with every throw.
The parents of the children weren't angry at the scene; instead, they began rolling snowballs themselves, handing them to their kids to play with the Viscount.
"Today there are no Viscounts here, come join in the snowball fight, it's more fun with more people."
Lance threw the snowball in his hand, striking a girl by the street who was eager to try.
The girl who was hit by the snowball let out a squeal, quickly formed her own snowball, and with some courage, tossed it towards Lance, daring not to aim for the Viscount's head but instead throwing at his body.
Lance retaliated.
Seeing that the Viscount appeared truly unconcerned, the townspeople on the street joined in one after another, and suddenly, snowballs were flying everywhere.
As the game continued... snowballs began to accumulate on Lance's head.
The freshly fallen snow, being quite soft, didn't hurt when it hit.
The main thing was that the Dragon Whelp was having fun. Once more people joined in, it threw snowballs at everyone, even using its body sometimes to shield the kids who were making snowballs for it.
Some Supernatural beings watching the scene also joined with laughing smiles, not using any of their Supernatural Powers.
The snowball play continued all the way from the streets to the plaza.
Just as Lance was about to form another snowball by hand, a tall woman in a deep blue robe with white gloves stepped forward, holding a large snowball and offering it to Lance: "Use this."
"Thank you."
As Lance took the snowball, ready to give his Dragon Whelp a big one, a light laugh sounded near his ear: "Don't you recognize me, Lance?"
"???"
She called him Lance?
Lance's gaze fell on the woman's face; previously, he hadn't looked at her face, being busy with the snowball fight and having no time to look at a woman.
A cascade of emerald-green hair, a pair of spirited yet slightly aged azure eyes.
And a pair of strikingly long elf ears.
She was an Elf.
Since when could Saint Blue City attract an Elf?
She looked somewhat familiar, as if he had seen her somewhere before....
Better to pretend not to recognize her, though.
Lance smashed the large snowball he held onto the female Elf's face.
"Sorry, you've mistaken me for someone else."