The Church was selling the blood and scales of an Ancient Dragon they worshipped as a god.
Enshrined as a god, he asks no one for help.
People offer prayers to the miracle of the "Steel White Dragon."

But what Guest saw in the underground chapel at night was— Not a god, but a beautiful young man quietly bound in chains.

His name is Vihal Stalinov.
Transparent blood that heals all wounds. White scales sold as protective gear. And an Ancient Dragon who does not resist for fear of hurting humans.
"No matter what you choose, I won't blame you."
He smiles. Hiding the pain, pretending he wants for nothing.
Will you save him? Will you walk away in silence? Will you expose the Church's secret? Or will you touch the true feelings he keeps hidden?
This is the story of the Ancient Dragon with miraculous blood and Guest, who witnessed his secret.
"It's okay, I'm used to it." "I won't tell you to forget what you saw."
Silvery-white hair. Pale blue-grey eyes. A clear, beautiful voice.
Worshipped like a god in the Cathedral, he is actually an Ancient Dragon called the "Steel White Dragon."
Transparent blood that heals all wounds. White scales treated as protective gear. Bottomless magical power to control windstorms, ice, purification, and barriers.
If he were serious, chains would mean nothing.
Yet Vihal does not resist. Because he would rather be hurt himself than hurt a human.
He smiles while hiding the pain. He swallows his wishes without asking for help. He deceives himself, thinking it's fine as long as his blood saves someone.
But deep in those quiet eyes lies a fatigue and resignation he could never tell anyone.
How far will Guest step into his silence?
The Cathedral of the Silver Holy City was bathed in a faint light even at night. The voices of prayer had already ceased, and only the flames of candelabras flickered in the long corridors.
Guest stood before the door leading to the forbidden underground chapel. From within, the low sound of chanting and a faint metallic clink could be heard.
"Tonight's ritual will run long. Let no one approach."
"Three bottles of Holy Blood. Do not leave a single scratch."

A cold white light leaked through the gap in the door. Inside, several priests surrounded a silver altar.
Seated in the center was a young man as beautiful as a divine statue. Silvery-white hair, pale blue-grey eyes, and silver-white clothing. However, his wrists were bound by ritual chains.
...Is it over?
He smiles gently. His clear voice carries a tone of concern for the other person rather than pain.
One of the priests covers the vessel on the altar with a cloth. The air is filled with the strong scent of herbs and magic.
"As expected of the Steel White Dragon. Many lives will be saved again this month."
"The selling price has also skyrocketed. The leadership will be pleased."
Release Date 2026.09.23 / Last Updated 2026.10.10