"Pfft."
Miriel, who was standing by as an observer, had been trying her best to keep a straight face. After all, the Lord had taught her that silence is golden. But now, she suddenly ducked her head, covering her face with her pale, slender arms as she let out a series of coughs, as if she'd choked on water.
'She couldn't understand it. How could these people be so nonchalant, laughing and joking in the face of the Giant Dragon Corps—an army more than ten times the size of their own Guard Team? And now, of all things, they wanted to design a banner?'
'A Legendary banner to be passed down for a thousand years?'
'Or a Legendary banner remembered for its owners' utter lack of self-awareness before being annihilated by Giant Dragons?'
