Duel

"Sir went down?"

On the city wall, Fringilla sat with her legs drawn up and her arms wrapped around her knees. She suddenly turned around, her face showing disgust. From her perspective, Jeanne was like a tiny shining sun, radiating holy light that made her deeply uncomfortable.

"Hey, are you trying to roast me to death?"

Fringilla could not help cursing in Romanian slang, then immediately realized something. "Wait, your injuries... They healed already?"

When Jeanne had returned earlier, had she not looked like a paper doll who could be blown away by the wind? Why did she now seem even more dazzling than before?

"They are much better, but nowhere near healed... I never expected to encounter someone with such powerful holy light in the New World."

Its nature was simply too violent, completely different from the holy light she possessed. She still needed time to fully tame it. The reason she was so dazzling now was precisely because she had yet to completely make this holy light her own.

"What's happening down there? I heard some Bavarian prince came looking for Vivianna?"

"Take a link to a Mage Eye and see for yourself."

Fringilla had little interest in it. If Cherinina had not instructed her otherwise, she had always been too lazy to concern herself with such matters.

On the mountain road.

"Who are you?"

Crown Prince Rupprecht frowned. Such a young Dragon Knight—how had he never heard of him before?

In an age when Dragon Knights had nearly vanished, a Dragon Knight this young could only be said to have limitless prospects.

In Europe, no matter the country, even someone who had merely tamed the lowest-class dragon would receive acclaim, flowers, and applause. Every monarch would gladly grant them noble status. Why would he hole up