Dragon Realm
Episode 5's

The stranger's face smiled slightly. Might as well. That's very hard to tell. “You can't deny it. Nice."

"But my father—"

“—is your stepfather. He served his purpose. He knows what to do.”

“What do you want from me? I mean— Oh, no!” Cabe remembered what kind of fairy tale surrounded the name. It was the name of a legend .. certainly not suitable for a waiter in a tavern. Cabe is not, does not want to be, a witch. He shook his head in panic, trying to chase away reality in the same way as he tried to deny the silver line in his hair.

“Ya, because your name is Bedlam.”

Cabe snatched himself away from the table. “But I'm not a witch! Stay away from me!" Quickly noticing the explosion, Cabe looked around the tavern. The customer drinks as if nothing happened. How could they miss that shout, even with the sound of a crowd? He's back to witch—

—just to find that no one is there.

Frowning, he searched under the table, half expecting the shadow figure to be there. Nothing ..except coins, probably left behind by witches. Cabe was unsure about taking money from a necromancer, but eventually decided that the coin looked quite normal. Besides, he needs it.

With one last uncertain look, he rushed off. The crowd was barely visible to him. Only the words of the witch demanded his attention. He is a Bedlam. He could not deny it, even though he had never known it before.

New thoughts appear. A witch is a powerful person. Why did his ability not manifest itself? Who's the stranger who calls himself Simon—"this time"?

Cabe wakes up from his daydream as someone grips his shirt. He found himself staring at the strange features of the ogre, his hot and rotten breath wrapping his face with waves. Cabe felt like vomiting.

“Where is my birku?”

a beer. Cabe had taken the ogre coin and forgot his drink.

“Try escaping with my coin, huh? I thought I was too drunk to realize it, didn't I?” The creature raised its fat fist and prepared to swing. "You need a lesson!"

Cabe closed his eyes and prayed that the blow would not break his jaw. He waited, hoping it would fall at any moment.

And waited.

And waited.

Opening one of his eyes slightly cracked—and then both widened—Cabe looked at the crumbling body of his attacker. The ogre's partner, a burly thug, tries to revive him by splashing water on his face.

The people in the crowd who had seen the incident looked dazzled.

"Did you see?"

"I've never seen a man move so fast!"

“One punch! Igrim never falls with just one punch!”

"Igrim has never fallen before!"

The criminal helped the still dizzy ogre out the door. Cabe has a dark suspicion that he did not see the last creature. Most likely, he and his friend would be waiting in the dark alley.

Some customers congratulated him while others just watched on guard. Cyrus, far behind, nodded in what could only be described as a bewildering satisfaction. Cabe wondered exactly what he had done. As far as he knew, he did not move.

Gradually, the crowd returned to normal. Cabe was doing his job, but his mind was fixed on something else. Sometimes, he would turn his attention to the table in the shadows, and once or twice he thought he saw something, but when he looked again, the place was empty. Surprisingly, no new customers chose to sit there.

He did not hear the rider enter, but he could feel his presence. And so do the people around him. The silence that came so suddenly spoke volumes for the strength of this newcomer. Cabe dared to take a glance and immediately wished he hadn't done so, as the glance revealed to him an armored figure whose presence caused the customers near the door to rush out. Every step taken by the newcomer was arrogant, threatening in its precision. The soldier, whoever he was, was observing the interior of the inn as he walked towards the very back room, the, and every creature that has not yet gone silently prays that they are not what the silent visitor seeks.

As the armored figure sat down, most of the remaining customers left. The eyes of the figure in armor watched everyone leave and then began to study the various employees of the inn. Cabe tries to find something else to do, but knows he can't stay away from the newcomer for long. Cyrus came and whispered to him.

“Quick, Dude! Serve him whatever he wants, and don't, for Hirack's sake, ask for payment!” He pushed her towards the stranger's general. Cyrus only called out to Hirack, the local merchant god, when he was very nervous.

What, Cabe wondered, had happened to the peaceful existence he had once maintained? Slowly, he walked past the now-empty tavern and finally stopped in front of the stranger's desk.

The helmet head turned towards him. In shock, Cabe realized that the man's eyes were bright red. A bit of his face was visible, and his skin looked like clay-chocolate and a parchment fuse.

"C-can I give you something, Sir?"

The eyes judge him. Cabe now noticed the evil dragon helmet the traveler was wearing.

“I don't want your poor beer.” The sound was almost nothing more than a hiss.

"Food?"

The unblinking eyes continued to judge him. Cabe shuddered, considering he had just asked if the stranger wanted food. He did not intend to offer himself in that regard.

"Your name is Cabe."

"Yes." Yeah."

"It's very simple." Those words were not intended for Cabe, but just a comment.

“I'll go now. When I leave, you'll come with me. This is the most important.”

“But I can't go! My employer—”

The figure did not pay much attention to this. “He won't prevent you. Go and ask him. I'll wait outside.”

Cabe retreated as the others stood up. Even considering the elaborate dragonhelm, the stranger still loomed over him. There was little doubt in Cabe's mind that this was one of the Dragon Kings. He shuddered. When the Dragon Monarch was summoned, even the tallest man complied.

The driver left without a word. Cabe rushed back to the others, most of whom were hiding in the kitchen.

"What's going on? What does he want?" Cyrus no longer acted like the bear Cabe remembered. Fear enveloped him.

“He's waiting outside. He wants me.”

More than one pair of eyes widened. Cyrus looked at him carefully. Cabe may also be leper. "you? What have you done to incur the anger of the Dragon Monarch? It must be something terrible for one of them to come between us! ”

Others, including Deidra, backed out. Cyrus continued to babble and babble. "Go! Quickly quickly! Go before he chooses to destroy my shop! I won't protect you!"

Cabe tried to defend himself. “I didn't do anything! Somebody! Tell Lord Gryphon's agent here!”

One of the cooks, with his arm around Deidra, picked up the machete and waved it at him. “We're too far from Penacles for lion-bird protection! Get out before we kick you out!”

Reluctantly, Cabe backed out of the kitchen. The sound of thunder warned of a storm. He picked up the robe and reluctantly walked to the front door. There was no chance of escape. If he tried to hide or escape, the Dragon Monarch would definitely hunt him down. Few will try to protect him.