The chants of gratitude continued as Dragun kept waving with a smile on his face.
He cleared his throat, applied a voice-amplifying spell on his throat, and spoke with a loud voice, "Thank you for showing appreciation, unlike your talkative soldiers."
His words invoked a little bit of hatred from the soldiers behind him, but none of them were bold enough to speak against him—not after seeing his supernatural powers.
"The true hero of this victory is none other than my son, Rowan. If he hadn't sent me here, it would have been a different story," Dragun announced with pride in his voice.
"Lord Rowan? His son? How is that possible?"
"Wait, if Lord Rowan is his son, then he is Dragun Winterseed!"
"How can this be? Dragun Winterseed is no more!"
"Were the people of Winterseed telling lies all this while to hide the powers of their former lord?"
"This doesn't make sense!"