"Where are you going, Smelly Child?"

Dramon stopped when he was confronted by five of Grandfather's disciples. He was surprised to hear them cursing at him. Even though they were very kind when they welcomed his arrival yesterday. Dramon thought they could accept his condition, which always gave off a rotten smell like carrion.

However, all of that is just hypocrisy.

"I'm will leaving here."

"Finally, we don't have to hold our breath and pretend to be friendly with you anymore."

"Pretend? What do you mean?" Dramon was surprised.

"Before you came, Grandpa had told us to be nice or not to show a vomiting expression around you." Drogba chuckled evilly.

Dramon lowered sadly. His suspicion was correct that Grandpa was forced to accept it because of Zarlia's request.

"You don't worry. I promise I won't come here again."

Dramon passed them and left.

"Dramon! Wait!" Azeta ran after the boy while crying loudly.

Dramon was forced to turn to his second friend. His heart hurt seeing the girl cry. 

"What's going on?"

Azeta immediately hugged Dramon without answering him.

Dramon's heart was touched to see someone afraid of losing him. He was grateful that Azeta was truly sincere.

"Please don't go! I will be so sad!" Azeta whined.

"I'm sorry, but I still have to go," Dramon said with a heavy heart.

Azeta broke the hug and looked at Dramon, disappointed. "Why?! Aren't you comfortable living with us?"

Dramon couldn't say why.

"Come in, Azeta. It's cold outside." Dramon smiled sweetly, trying to divert the conversation.

"No!" Azeta tugged at Dramon's hand to keep him from leaving. "You will definitely be happier living here than living out there! Because there are bad people around who can hurt you! I don't want you to get hurt!"

"Let him go!" Drogba pulled Azeta away from Dramon. "Stop crying, Crybaby! Just let him go! He's just a useless weakling!"

Azeta pushed Dogba's hand away roughly. "Get your dirty hands off me, Bastard! You should just go! Because you're like a thorn in the flesh! You pretended to be nice to us in front of Grandpa, but after Grandpa left, you always bullied us!"

"Keep your voice down, Bastard!"

"No! Why?! Are you afraid that Grandpa will hear it?!" Azeta challenged.

"God damn it!" Drogba suddenly attacked Azeta with a fire style that comes out of his hand. As a result, Azeta was crushed and hit a tree until it fell.

"Argh!"

"Azeta!"

"That's the result of you fighting me!" Dogba and his four friends laughed evilly.

Dramon growled angrily. His body trembled violently, holding back the anger about to explode. White scales suddenly spread on Dramon's arms and neck, and a white light resembling a gigantic dragon enveloped him.

Dogba and his friends widened their eyes when they saw a giant white dragon looming like a shadow, wriggling before them as if it wanted to devour it.

"Dragon?" Dogba muttered, shocked. His four friends had run screaming and entered the house to save themselves.

Dogba froze in place and couldn't run because he was too shocked. His feet seemed glued to the ground, making it difficult to move.

'So, Dramon is a white dragon demon? But isn't that just a legend?' Dogba was surprised.

Dogba was frightened by the form of Dramon. The boy was not like the Dramon he had first seen yesterday. His blue eyes were blazing when angry, and his hands were clenched into fists as if he was going to rage.

The commotion immediately invited all of Grandfather's students to check it. However, everyone is in shock when they see Dramon's transformation.

Likewise, Grandpa and Zarlia.

"Dramon! Wake up!" Zarlia screamed loudly, hoping that her best friend would return to normal. She only dared to watch from afar because she still loved his life. Because Zarlia had witnessed how Roxy was overwhelmed by Dramon.

"That's bad! Roxy can come here if Dramon keeps going mad!" Grandfather muttered frantically.

"What should we do, Grandpa?" Zarlia panicked even more.

"Tell everyone to get away from this pavilion! Hurry up!" Grandpa ordered.

Zarlia was wide-eyed. "What will Grandpa do?"

"Don't ask so many questions! Just do what I order!" Grandfather immediately took a piece of paper, wrote on it with a brush, then recklessly ran up to Dramon.

"Grandpa! Stop it! Don't come near Dramon! He's out of his control! Grandpa could get hurt!" Zarlia shouted at the teacher.

Grandpa doesn't care. He stuck the paper to Dramon's back, and instantly, the boy fainted and fell sprawling on the ground.

The panic finally subsided. Finally, they could heave a sigh of relief. Zarlia and Dodga were surprised.

"How did Grandpa know how to subdue the strange dragon Dramon? Didn't Grandpa himself say that white dragons don't exist?" Zarlia muttered.

Xior immediately picked up Dramon and brought him into the room.

Zarlia immediately followed Grandpa. "Grandfather, how could—"

"Sssttt!" Grandpa looked at Zarlia sharply. "Do you want Dramon to go on a rampage again?"

Zarlia was silent. "I'm sorry."

"Quickly, you get the compress because Dramon's body is scorching."

Zarlia nodded quickly, then hurriedly went to the kitchen.

"Did you already know that Dramon is a white dragon demon?"

Zarlia stiffened.

"Why did you even bring that monster here?! Do you intend to kill us!? I know you already know that Dramon is the legendary white dragon demon!"

Dodga bombarded Zarlia with successive questions.

"Shut up! I don't have time to argue with you!" Zarlia returned to the room to stop Dogba's chatter. Because, Grandpa told him to keep Dramon's identity secret, but the boy exposed it in public.

'Shit! He always sucks!'

However, on the other hand, Zarlia was very grateful because Dramon's intention to leave finally failed. The girl couldn't deny that she was afraid of losing Dramon, but she was too proud to say it directly.