"Owen is an Ancient Dragon Species?"
The youth with loosely-hanging, lion-like golden hair looked somewhat astonished at the white-haired old man sitting across from him.
"To be precise, it's someone disguising themselves as the current Owen, not the human Owen from before."
"I see, so what do you want me to do? You've already put that guy in charge of hunting dragons. My job now is solely to hunt down creatures from Other worlds."
The student council president leaned back lazily on the couch, and even though he was sitting in front of the most powerful person in the entire Academy, he had no intention of changing his posture.
"But he's not here! Right now, in the Academy, you are the only one who can deal with this matter properly."
"So, principal, are you asking me to be his substitute?"