Kill the Dragon

“I was taught that giving my life for my master’s honor is my duty.”

Leandro Heather, the empire’s greatest knight.
It was Jaynie who had taken the slave boy Leandro and made him a knight.
Jaynie, captivated at first sight by the arrogant yet naive boy, had fallen for him completely.

And so, he gave everything to support him. He gave his all, and yet…

Jaynie’s body fell limply onto the sofa, like a marionette whose strings had been cut.

He stared upward, his eyes wide open. Leandro stood above him, looking down. Those hands that had let him go—those strong, knightly hands.

Jaynie had always loved those hands.

“There truly wasn’t any significant conversation. But there was one thing His Highness Isota Elma said that stuck with me.”

“…”

“His Highness feared that Master Jaynie might kill him.”

‘Poison?’
Jaynie’s throat and nose felt numb. Something wet was rising from within him. If it wasn’t heat, then what was it?

“How could I stand by while someone I love trembles in fear? Surely, Master Jaynie, you would understand. After all, you’re the one who taught me that love makes people foolish, driving them to commit even the most selfish acts.”

Leandro’s voice seemed distant.

* * *

Jaynie was killed by his knight, Leandro.

And then, he returned to the past.

To the moment when he had first taken in Leandro.