Cheep! Boom—!
Before the youth had even finished speaking, searing white light instantly swallowed his entire figure.
"Wipe your eyes and look carefully! You can eat whatever you want, but you can't just say whatever you want... How impolite, Mr. Wende."
Amid the explosion, an icy voice rang out with startling clarity, enveloping the entire area.
Rumble—!
A gale howled, scattering vaporized steam heated to several thousand degrees.
Moonlight and flames now interwove, revealing before them a scene of abyssal purgatory without a bottom.
"..."
Moss silently gazed at everything before her, then abruptly turned her eyes toward the distance.
The youth was still completely unharmed.
He stood in the sky, rubbing his chin with a puzzled look on his face.
This "youth" who called himself "Wende" showed not the slightest surprise or anger in the face of the attack. He merely muttered in a low voice:
"Hmm... Could I have done something to anger her?"
"My manners should have been fine..."
Wende raised his eyes and called out to Moss with an "innocent," "puzzled" expression:
"Um... You should be a fellow member of the Dragon Realm, right? I caught the scent of an old friend on you."
"Oh~? Is that so... I'm your fellow kind?"
Moss's voice was cold as her gaze rested on him.
"That's right, that's right!"
Wende nodded "happily," then moved his nose as though inspecting a fine specimen.
"What a rich scent. It's almost at the highest concentration among upper dragons... Did you accept his original blood?"
"Ainpeist's blood? I can't believe he came back to life too!"
Wende's eyes shone as he pressed on, seemingly oblivious to Moss's indifference:
"Where is he? Hey, hey! Tell me..."
It seemed that the resurrection of this so-called old friend filled him with inexplicable excitement.
Yet that question