"Crimson Scepter"?
Having suddenly thought of something, Serallin quietly murmured the term in Common Tongue. At that moment, she roughly understood the mockery Punk had spoken before leaving. Wasn't the title "Crimson Scepter," upon closer consideration, a password? Could this obscure coded message be directly connected to the chains on her body?
It was a reasonable guess, and this time, the White Dragon with finally a bit of luck had guessed correctly.
As soon as the words left her mouth, faint golden runes began rapidly spreading across the chains wrapped around the dragon's body. Arrays of various sizes bloomed like flowers, and streams of spring-like energy flowed into the restraints. In less than one-hundredth of a second, the Morningstar Spell effect binding the Winter Princess's soul had silently and completely failed.
The runes still gleaming on the surface now were nothing more than decorations meant to deceive the eye.
"Just as I thought! Mr. Whisper of Destruction truly is a powerful Morningstar Mage. I knew there was something wrong with these chains!"
Feeling her soul finally freed from its restraints, Serallin nearly cried out in relief. Although blood still trickled from the wounds on her body, and the spikes driven deep into her bones still left the limbless White Dragon unable to move, at least now she had a chance to use her Innate Spell...
Yes, Innate Spell—the innate magic Serallin had nearly forgotten because she had always focused on developing her physical strength.
"If only Mr. Sai'an could remove the restrictions on my body too... I don't feel like a spellcasting dragon at all. In this state, don't I have no choice but to use that disgusting spell-like ability to find a way out..."
Muttering greedily and happily to herself, the Winter Princess lowered her enormous head after part