Two Dragons? (Part 2)

"Young Frost Dragon Star is the gatekeeper of the Temple of the Hibernator. I believe Anlek knows this as well. Any stranger approaching the Temple of the Hibernator will trigger a response from its gatekeeper," Brando replied.

"You mean Anlek will definitely make use of this? I've heard of that old fox. Cautious and unfathomably deep, he always plans before he acts—exactly like the previous duke." Veronica raised her head. Her emerald eyes flashed with a cold light. Though one hand covered her long hair, the blue strands still danced in the sunlight beneath the biting northern wind. Her gaze passed over the ice field, as if she had already seen the ending Brando predicted, but she still asked, "Even if I agree with that, how do you plan to confirm it?"

Brando watched the snowflakes whipped up by the wind, drifting over the glacier like a layer of powder. Suddenly, several indistinct figures appeared behind the snowy gale in his vision. He answered, "We'll know soon enough." The figures emerging from the icy mist were Babasha and her group. The old witch hunched over as the Ice Wind tugged at the corner of her ragged robe, her silver hair clawing wildly at the air like a ghost's. She limped to Brando's side and spoke with deep reverence. "Respected sir, everything is ready." Trembling, she raised the Crystal Ball in both hands toward Brando.

Veronica frowned at the sight. She did not like witches.

Brando glanced at the people behind Babasha. Apart from the girl in wooden clogs, standing with her toes together while holding a jar of honey, there were two other important figures: the inheritor witch of the Moon of the Sword (Slaughter), Kurul, and the inheritor witch of the Moon of the Cup (Jealousy), Anwei. Both were