What a pity he had no choice; as the inheritor of the Ice Dragon bloodline, he was destined to walk amidst blades and grow in the spotlight. He couldn't afford any mistakes. He must be a model youth, a student representative.
"It's so cold!"
The young man with icy crystals adorning his cheeks exclaimed, then looked at the brightly lit university city not far away, his ice-blue vertical pupils showing a hint of envy.
He saw the tireless impoverished students in the classrooms and libraries. He could also hear the neighing of dragon beasts and the clash of swords and guns from the military academy next door. In the further industrial academy, there was a high-pitched mechanical roar, stimulating his eardrums.
