"No, Great One, I..." Mor ignored the pounding in its head and struggled to explain the details of that magical outburst—
It was certain it had not seen wrong. That mage was absolutely not as simple as he appeared.
"Shut up." Velsadorn rudely cut it off. "How it happened no longer matters. Now, I'd like to settle the matter of you noisy things barging into my lair."
Dragon's might spread like a rising tide, and Mor, which had still wanted to argue, fell silent at once.
"I am a generous dragon, always willing to give mortals like you a chance to save yourselves." Velsadorn pointed at it and the dwarf. "You two each need to do one thing that pleases me."
Mor cautiously raised its head. "...Great One, what sort of thing would please you? I swear I'll do my utmost to accomplish it."
"What would be the point of telling you?" A glint flashed through the dragon's vertical pupils. "Guess. Only if you guess right will you have the chance to do it. If you guess wrong—"
It bared its sharp dragon teeth.
Before Mor could wrap its head around that, Grang on the left had already cried out excitedly, "Grang knows! Little meat!"
Its left hand abruptly pointed at He Xi, drool streaming from its mouth. "Grang kill little meat! You eat!"
"Ball, Grang eat!"
Bang—!
Grang was swatted away with a claw, smashing into the rock wall before rolling back to where it had been. Both its heads spun in circles.
When it climbed back up, Mor hurriedly pointed at the dwarf beside it. "Let him go first!!"
Ulag did not panic when the dragon turned its gaze upon him. He looked perfectly at ease.
After all, as a civilized race, dwarves possessed transcendent Wisdom when it