[Realm: Álfheimr]
[Location: Heart Kingdom]
[Pulchritudo]
"No, I'm afraid I cannot say I know of these dragons you speak of," the elderly gentleman replied with an apologetic smile.
Gretel resisted the urge to sigh.
Another dead end.
The words came from an older, well-dressed man whose tailored coat looked expensive enough to feed a family for months. His blond hair had been neatly slicked back, every strand in place, and his polished shoes were pristine.
He was simply the latest person they had questioned.
Another polite refusal and trail that ended before it had even begun.
"But I dare say..." the gentleman continued, his attention drifting away from Gretel entirely as his gaze settled on Shuten-dōji. His brows lifted with unconcealed fascination. "What manner of demi-human is this? I've never seen horns quite like those before. She's remarkably exotic, extraordinarily beautiful, even. Tell me, where exactly did you purchase her? I should very much like to know."
