Hunted by Characters I Drew!!

Marquis Voban stared at the dragon soaring in the sky. The beast appeared formidable, but so what? He was The Marquis Voban! A man who could slay even divine beings! What was a dragon in comparison?

Voban was furious. In this modern era, he would become a dragon-slaying warrior!

At that moment, he unleashed the full power of his gale and surging waves. The original tornado had expanded tremendously. With this force, it wasn't just a dragon tens of meters long that could be obliterated—even a mountain hundreds of meters high would be leveled!

Meanwhile, in Alexander's villa, several figures peered out of the windows. How could anyone possibly sleep through such an uproar?

Kanna, wearing pink pajamas and clutching her stuffed doll, wandered out of her bedroom. Rubbing her large, sleepy eyes, she curiously gazed at the dragon in the sky.

"Strange. Why has Tohru-sama revealed her true form? And… that aura… it wasn't nearly this terrifying the last time she fought the Archangel," Kanna murmured, puzzled. 

Why was the usually gentle Tohru so enraged all of a sudden?

On the other side of the room, Kurumi glanced at Alexander, who had emerged from his bedroom looking disheveled and helpless. Casting him a playful look, she approached and began tidying his rumpled clothes. Leaning close to his ear, she teased:

"You're so restless, even in the middle of the night."

Hearing Kurumi's words, Alexander blushed slightly. For someone as thick-skinned as him, this moment was truly embarrassing. Nearby, Nero excitedly drew her sword, and asked with great enthusiasm:

"Alexander, do you need my help?"

Nero had been holding back for a while. She didn't shy away from battles—in fact, she loved them! Besides, if she could fight alongside Tohru, wouldn't that be the perfect opportunity to ride the dragon? The thought thrilled her. She'd wanted to be a Dragon Rider for ages!

"No, let me help! Alexander! Tell Tohru that I'll help her if she lets me ride her. Come on, let me be a dragon knight rider!" Nero pleaded, clinging to Alexander and pouting like a child.

She knew that Tohru always listened to Alexander. But watching Nero's coquettish behavior, Alexander sighed deeply. Was this really the same Roman Emperor he remembered? Had she picked up these antics from Kanna?

"Your Majesty Nero, where's your dignity?" Alexander muttered.

Of course, Alexander wouldn't agree to Nero's request. After all, he 'was' something of a dragon knight himself! And didn't they know? He had almost become a 'real' dragon knight rider once. Hearing those words now felt like salt in the wound.

"Alright, let Tohru vent for now. Next… that unknown friend of mine might be in trouble."

Alexander sighed helplessly but couldn't hide the amused grin spreading across his face.

Boom!

Sure enough!

Faced with the enormous tornado before her, Tohru didn't hold back. She opened her dragon mouth and—boom!—a blazing stream of fire shot directly at the swirling vortex.

How powerful was Tohru's dragon breath? The kind of breath capable of instantly turning a city-wide downpour into a bright, cloudless sky! The tornado was indeed terrifying, but under the full force of Tohru's attack, it was forcibly scattered.

Boom!

The massive tornado dissolved into nothingness, leaving Marquis Voban, hidden in the shadows, utterly stunned.

What just happened? He had only come to test Alexander. How had this terrifying dragon suddenly appeared?

Staring at the formidable Tohru before him, Voban's surprise quickly turned to defiance. 'A dragon? So what?' He had the power to transform into a black dragon himself! And it might not even be weaker than this one!

Without hesitation, Marquis Voban decided to abandon his concealment. The next moment, he silently closed his eyes—and then eleven streaks of black light erupted from his body.

Roar!!!

A deafening roar echoed through the sky as a massive black dragon emerged. 

'The Power of the Black Dragon of the Underworld!'

This ability, usurped by Marquis Voban after slaying "Inanna" from ancient Mesopotamian mythology, allowed his soul to separate from his body and transform into a towering 30-meter-long black dragon. 

Moreover, this black dragon possessed immortality. Its soul could not be destroyed, and even if its physical body was slain, it could regenerate from Voban's soul. Similarly, if Voban's human body were killed—even reduced to ashes—he could revive it completely, albeit at the cost of significant magical power. 

Resurrection had its limits, though. After reviving, Voban's magic reserves would need approximately two months to fully recover. 

Yet none of this mattered now. The moment the black dragon materialized, Tohru charged forward without a moment's hesitation!

"A dragon? So what? Whether you're a black dragon or a white dragon, you dared to disturb me—I'll make sure you're a dead dragon by the end of the day!"

Tohru's roar reverberated through the skies as she lunged, determined to settle the score.