The atmosphere on the flying dragon's back turned ice-cold in an instant.
Even Fioran, a fighter of Titled Rank, felt an indescribable sense of oppression from the nearly solidified air.
Even the giant Black Scales Drake beneath them seemed to notice that something was off.
It ceased its roars and instead slowly flapped its massive wings, silently gliding through the high skies, minimizing its presence as much as possible.
"Your Highness—" Fioran began hesitantly. "As you said earlier, Shiayar Egutt is still just a young man, full of vigor and youthful impulsiveness. Some audacious fantasies are naturally within reason..."
Just then, Fioran's voice suddenly halted because she saw Isadella's lips slightly curl.
Her previously ice-cold expression melted away like snow, and a smile appeared on the Second Princess's pale face.
Like the moonlight flowers that bloom only at midnight in the Star-Moon Forest, fleeting yet beautifully splendid.
