Basileus in the courtyard suddenly raised his head.
Jeanne mused, "Ladon's voice? What happened? He sounds furious!"
"He said he's been poisoned, or perhaps cursed."
Lothar furrowed his brow. As a high true dragon, Ladon possessed extraordinary resistance to toxins and curses, not to mention that two of his heads respectively wielded those powers.
For Ladon to be poisoned or cursed was as absurd as Lothar being burned to death by fire. Yet precisely because of that, the fact that it had happened made it all the more terrifying.
"Vivianna, you and Prajna stay here. Inform the Empress that the situation has changed and raise the alert. Send word immediately if anything happens."
Vivianna and Prajna had now both completed their elite advancement, and their combat strength had greatly increased. If the enemy intended to draw them away, they should have no trouble holding out until they returned.
"Jeanne, Nia, Nina, you three come with me."
With that, Lothar leaped into the air, spread his pair of dragon wings, and flew toward the source of the Dragon's Roar.
By the time Lothar and the others arrived, the once-unrivaled three-headed demonic dragon was already sprawled weakly upon the ground. Seeing Lothar approach, its three heads merely cast him a sickly glance.
"What exactly happened?"
"We don't know. We have no strength at all right now. I suspect someone poisoned our dinner, but Old Poison insists it wasn't poison. He keeps saying it's a curse, but Old Curse insists it isn't a curse either."
Perhaps it was truly too weak; even the hot-tempered Fire Dragon Head could now patiently explain things.
The Cursed Dragon Head first coughed violently, vomiting up a lump of flesh and blood before saying, "My guess is that someone fed each of us brothers different potions. They're