Why would you even get scared facing a dragon…
It was the memory that first flashed in Arezu's mind—the proud and confident image of the person he admired—even before the fear imprinted in his blood instinctively made his body tremble as he stood facing the Fire Dragon.
"What's happening right now…" Arezu said, directing his trembling voice to the person hovering mid-air above while keeping his eyes on the half-beaten Fire Dragon.
"Isn't it obvious, Mr. Arezu? The burnt hag wants the two of us to fight this dragon." Lynn said, interrupting before the Beast Lord could answer Arezu, earning herself another threatening glare.
Cyra didn't actually intend to do exactly what Lynn said.
