Brando quietly watched the scene. The light of the falling meteor cast his cheeks pale. He gripped Earth Sword - Harangya and Odephys, Blade of Flames tightly in his left and right hands respectively, their tips drooping. A golden line stretched from each guard to its tip, faintly glimmering.
The two men and the dragon formed a massive equilateral triangle outside the Elemental Domain. Golden lava seemed to flow through Dragon Queen Gwendolyn's eyes, blazing fiercely as she stared at the Twilight Dragon, 'Roman.' Of the three, only the Merchant's Daughter appeared completely at ease. She reached behind her head and lightly brushed her hand through her hair. Her fair wrist shone brilliantly in the meteor's light, and her tied-up hair fell loose behind her. Strands of dark-brown hair gleamed along the edges as though reflecting golden light.
She smiled at the two of them. A black vortex rotated slowly in her eyes, and deep within it, a point of dark-red light flickered.
That light held no coldness or cruelty. There was only utter disdain, as though it were perfectly natural—as if she were looking at two children who did not know their own limits.
Give Up
Brando had never considered this problem.
He was searching for an opportunity. There had to be an opportunity. Odin had known the Tree Shepherds' plan long ago, yet had let it go without stopping it. That man who called himself the Fool—there were few people in this world who could be wiser than him.
He must have known something else. He must have left something behind.
Then what had I overlooked...?
Odin, Tricyman, the Witch Queen, Tumen—shadows flashed through Brando's mind like a jumble of silhouettes. Yet they brought him a flicker of inspiration.
The Fool.
That was it. The Fool.
What had