Long, long ago, there was said to be an evil Witch who drew her power from the hearts of pure young men and women.
Evil ruled the land, and fear governed the hearts of the people.
Until one day, a hero wielding a sword set out to hunt down the evil Witch.
The hero succeeded, nailing the evil Witch to the bottom of a pure lake.
However, the Witch's blood contaminated the pure lake. The hero bathed in its polluted waters, suffered the curse the Witch cast with her dying breath, and transformed into an evil dragon that took up residence in the contaminated pure lake.
It would lure disobedient children over and offer up their hearts.
The legendary story resurfaced in Assath's mind in an instant. He had learned it from the other children out of curiosity while wandering around the village later.
The conclusion was that this was almost identical to the legend Jeanne had told him.
But Mr. Assath had never expected the legend to be real... The evil dragon truly existed, and it was actually Mr. Jacques!
Not only had the problem gone unanswered, but it had multiplied after Mr. Jacques transformed into an evil dragon. Unfortunately, Mr. Assath was unable to ask about it now.
The evil dragon's final sweep sent their group flying far away.
Once they landed, the village was already so far away that they had to gaze into the distance to make out its outline.
"Mr. Assath, let's go. We'll..." The moment they landed, Bertrand grabbed Assath's arm without another word. "Hopefully we can still make it."
"Make it to what?" Mr. Assath waved his hand and stared directly at Bertrand. "You don't seem surprised at all that Mr. Jacques turned into an evil dragon?"
"No matter what happens