Leon watched the tall and burly Efreeti, genuinely puzzled why his goal of laying low never seemed to come to fruition, forever embroiled in fight after fight as though it never stopped.
Could it be because of his identity as a Red Dragon? Red Dragons are notoriously chaotic and evil, universally hunted wherever they go, unlike benevolent Metal Dragons who might be honored guests in many places. Unless a Red Dragon lived a life of constant hiding or fled conflicts in a blow to their pride, battles were inevitable.
Or should he blame this world? This world was far from peaceful Earth—not that Earth could be considered peaceful, with its own regions of war. Free America with shootings every day. Only the land of the Divine might be considered relatively safe—this world, however, was rife with conflict.
