Gawain watched helplessly as Melita's face turned from red to white, then from white to red. The agent braced herself against the corner of the desk, her eyes suddenly widening as her whole body began to sway uncontrollably—then a low, strange muttering rose from deep in her throat. Countless whispers from different wills seemed to mingle within that murmur, while a pair of phantom dragon wings that nearly covered the entire study spread open in an instant. Within those phantoms seemed to lurk hundreds, thousands of eyes, all staring at Gawain's position.
The next second, all the eyes within the phantoms vanished. Melita forcibly suppressed the urge for her soul to tear apart and split, her knuckles turning white from the strain. Her unfocused eyes took a long moment to settle on Gawain. "Another one blew up..."
This time, Gawain did not even catch what she was muttering. He was simply filled with shock and instinctively reached out to steady her. "You... I only asked about a name. How did this..."
Melita took two hard breaths before forcing out the words with lingering fear. "That was... our god. My heavens, I never expected you to suddenly speak Their true name, much less that the true name you spoke would draw Their attention..."
Gawain stared at her, dumbfounded.
Only two seconds later did he realize he had not misheard. He immediately cried out, "You mean En... that's the Dragon God's name?!"
"Yes," Melita said with a bitter smile. She staggered over to a nearby armchair and sat down—as a senior agent, doing so without a guest's permission was actually highly impolite, but this time she broke her "professional standards" for the first time. "And please, never say that name directly again... The risk to me is simply too great..."
Gawain had