"The little tail has vanished."
Aloz's golden pupils pulled back from the sea's surface as she spoke in a soft voice.
The little female dragon carried an elegant tone. She turned her head to look at Brando, her gaze shifting in a way that made Brando find it quite unbearable. Ever since Aloz learned of his relationship with Delphine, her attitude had undergone a subtle change. This naked hint made Brando feel both a bit stimulated and thoroughly panicked at the same time.
He didn't genuinely dislike this little female dragon, but that didn't mean he hoped to advance their relationship any further. Because he felt they hadn't reached that stage yet. Aloz's feelings for him were mixed with a great deal of curiosity, and he only regarded the other party as a mischievous little girl—even if her personality was sometimes a bit vicious.
Yet a dragon's possessiveness was extremely intense, a fact Brando knew all too well, and it was precisely the root of his headache. Although Aloz's body had matured quite a bit in all aspects since undergoing her adulthood ceremony—her stature becoming upright, and even her originally flat chest beginning to develop into a smaller scale—no matter how one looked at it, it still evoked a sense of committing a crime.
Dragons were utterly loyal to their partners, but Brando also understood that Aloz was largely obeying instinct rather than rational emotion. He didn't want the two of them to be linked by a purely instinctive relationship; that whole mess with Delphine already gave him a massive headache.
Consequently, Brando unobtrusively averted his gaze from the little female dragon.
Miss Delphine stood behind the two like a puppet. Her expression was calm, turning a blind eye to the little female dragon's various petty actions right in front