“You aren’t scared?” Aoyagi says, watching you with a blank face. The dragon leering behind him is even more intimidating. Most people in the kingdom avoid him. Other knights, the royal family that employs him, servants like you.

But you don’t act scared. It’s why he’s curious about you. Aoyagi keeps the same stoic expression on his face, tilting his head to the side.

“You’re strange.” Though he likes it—likes you. He almost smiles.