Chapter 439: The Hero vs. The Evil Dragon
In the blink of an eye, dark clouds rolled in, blocking the blazing sun and tainting the once blue sky with gloom.
Amidst those clouds, a massive evil dragon soared, circling ominously.
It burst through the overcast sky, heading straight for the city.
It soared over the city, charging directly toward the highest castle.
Moments later, amidst a chorus of gasps, the dragon was seen once more, coiling and maneuvering.
In its gigantic claws, it clutched a human figure, quickly disappearing into the thick clouds.
At the same time, a narrator’s voice chimed in: “Long ago, a dragon attacked a kingdom and whisked away the princess, then vanished without a trace.”
Zoom in on the royal palace’s grand hall, where the King summoned all his ministers for a strategic meeting.
One brave minister stepped forward, eager to volunteer for the mission to slay the dragon and rescue the princess.
The King bestowed upon him the title of “Hero” and gifted him an indestructible sword.
With determination in his heart, he set off alone on the journey to confront the dragon.
To track down the dragon, he visited many places, met numerous people, gathered a wealth of information, and faced countless dangers.
But his will was as firm as a rock, his resolve unyielding, and his faith unbreakable.
He rallied the bewitched villagers, dispatched the monsters blocking his path, defeated the dragon’s minions, and finally stood face-to-face with the beast itself.
Viewers focused on the hero, following him on his perilous journey filled with danger and delight.
They felt the tension of his struggles and rejoiced in his victories.
They admired his determination and praised his courage.
The hero gathered ample intel, pinpointing the dragon’s weakness and preparing his arsenal of targeted items. Yet, the battle proved to be an uphill climb.
Days and nights cycled six times, dragging on for three long days and nights. His sword shattered, dragon scales crumbled.
The hero was utterly exhausted and gasping for breath, but the dragon lay sprawled on the ground, utterly defeated.
In the end, it was a victory for him.
The hero vanquished the dragon, rescued the princess, and returned her safely to the castle.
The King blessed their union and proclaimed their tale across the kingdom.
A simple little story.
But Euphilia presented it in the most vivid way, accompanied by the most enchanting voice, delivering breathtaking visuals.
Compared to that little presentation in class before, this time was not only grander but also had a complete narrative — with collaboration from others, creating an unparalleled allure.
As the curtain fell, everything around gradually faded, yet the audience remained deeply immersed in the tale.
They lingered over the experiences they had just witnessed.
Though it was merely a play, it felt as if they had lived through it all themselves.
When the magical chandelier in the hall brightly shone once again, the dreamy scene shattered, and the audience finally snapped back to reality.
The next moment, thunderous applause erupted throughout the hall.
Not just from the new students in the audience, but also from the responsible staff on both sides, the orderlies at the back, and all the instructors in the front, who applauded vigorously.
The host on stage had no choice but to wait, enduring several minutes of cheers until the applause finally died down, allowing her to declare that the welcome party was a resounding success and announcing everyone could leave.
Some folks began to exit, while others still sat, deep in animated discussions.
The new students were utterly amazed.
The shock when the dragon appeared, the thrill of fighting alongside the hero, and the awe of the final showdown.
Visual effects hit hard, making them feel as if they were right there in the action.
Simultaneously, they felt a surge of adrenaline, as if they, too, could become the hero of the story, conquering the dragon and rescuing the princess.
However, some teachers and seasoned upperclassmen had deeper thoughts about it all.
No doubt, this performance was a huge success.
And its success lay not just in the novel presentation style, but also in the meaning the story conveyed.
“A fairytale drama; truly a wonderful tale,” a teacher who looked about forty, but was probably older, sighed with a smile.
He seemed to be reminiscing about his childhood.
“This kind of story holds great significance for the new students,” he remarked.
Most of the newcomers were around fourteen or fifteen, having hardly faced any real hardship.
They were more likely to fantasize about the story’s power.
“Well, I do think it might be a bit childish for them, but for us old folks, it’s just right.”
“Hahaha, looks like you’ve been thoroughly charmed by Euphilia,” another chimed in.
“What do you mean? Euphilia’s talent is exceptional, her thoughts profound, and her ideas diverse! Why wouldn’t I appreciate her?”
“Exactly, I feel the same way! Hahaha…”
On the other side, Yuliya and her friends remained seated, not rising at all.
They sat in silence, processing everything, as if still in a daze.
Well, Yuliya had probably snapped back to reality ages ago—she was the one who prepared the show, after all!
But she thought it better to continue playing along for a while longer, lest she seem too out of place.
Keeping a keen eye on the others, she pinched the moment when Kaise finally came to, almost synchronizing her movements.
“Wasn’t that performance amazing?”
Kaise glanced at Yuliya and rolled her eyes.
Euphilia was still playing it cool!
But she played along, responding, “Yeah, the earlier parts were great, but the finale was just shocking!”
This was true; even though Kaise had mentally prepared, she was still profoundly impacted.
The special effects were good, but the storyline was what really took it over the top.
The hero was so dazzling that it made her long for that sort of splendor.
But alas, she couldn’t walk that path. She was the rescued one.
Not the princess, but rather a random villager who got lucky when passing by.
Meanwhile, Inif came back to her senses not long after.
She let out a heavy breath.
“Princess, huh… Hehe.”
She merely chuckled and shook her head.
To Yuliya’s surprise, Heidis was the last to snap back to reality.
“Heidis, how are you feeling?”
“Nothing much. It was a fantastic story.”
Kaise laughed, “So even big sis Heidis loved it?”
Heidis had always been seen as mature and level-headed, caring but never prying too deep.
“Loved it… I guess? Who wouldn’t like such a great story?”
She stood up with a smile. “Alright, let’s go back; it’s getting late, and we don’t want to get caught out after curfew.”
“We don’t have to rush; the special circumstances mean we get a little extra time tonight.”
“Still, no need to just sit here.”
The four of them quickly returned to their usual banter.
At the top of the grand hall, two figures stood side by side.
They were both elves.
“That performance was truly spectacular,” Mitina remarked to Euphilia with a smile, “Especially that storyline.”
“Even the academy head enjoys such tales?”
“Of course! After all, the villain was a dragon!”
Mitina had a meaning in her words, and Euphilia understood perfectly.
“Glad to hear you liked it.”
In this world, there was no story parallel to a hero battling a dragon.
Choosing this plot was a deliberate decision by Euphilia.
