Loser

The dragon slowly let out a breath after hearing those words. The tension that had been gripping his mind eased slightly. At the very least, he now knew that he wasn't going to die here.

After calming himself, he looked at the mysterious figure once again. Countless questions filled his mind, yet for a brief moment, he didn't know which one he should ask first.

He eventually chose the one that had been bothering him the most.

"Who... are you?"

His voice was calm this time, carrying neither arrogance, only fear and genuine curiosity.

The figure looked at the dragon for a moment before letting out a quiet laugh.

"My name?"

He shook his head. "There were many names people used to call me by, but everyone who gave me those names... and even I myself... have already died. So I don't think they matter anymore."

After a brief pause, he continued, "Though there was one title I heard more than the others."