Weed’s hand moved skillfully on the harp.
The harp sang with a clear sound.
Under the sky with sunset, playing the harp while sitting on an Ice Dragon.
Isn’t this the look of a hero!
It was a beautiful scene that would only appear from a drunken poets’ stories.
Weed glanced at Seoyoon.
‘If it’s this much she might get fantasies about me.’
If he showed such capability and sense, it was possible.
Plus, if it’s this beautiful of a scenery, maybe she’ll come to like him.
Diriring. Diririri!
Weed continued to play harp looking at the sinking sun.
Drunk in the mood.
Weed’s harp playing skill wasn’t really bad.
He played few songs with the harp he had for a long time, so his skill increased.
After he played the harp Weed smiled.
His heart beat. To become a hero of this beautiful scenery. He felt excited.
Weed yelled toward Avelon and Seoyoon who were on ground.
“Let’s go to the Valley of Death. Ride on this Ice Dragon!”