Shouldn't it be a long, winding dragon?
I froze for a moment, then instinctively glanced back at Qiao Seven. He raised an eyebrow.
"What? Got another question? I don't want to say any more. Her story is taboo in this city, you know. What if someone hears us..."
"There's... just one thing I want... to ask..."
Suddenly, I felt nervous. My heart began to race, and my mouth felt strangely dry.
"Hm?"
Qiao Seven hadn't noticed my nerves. He just watched me through half-lidded, drunken eyes.
"What is it?"
"The Empress... what kind of dragon did she... turn into?"
"A great dragon. Why?"
"A great dragon? The kind that's long, with four claws..."
"No, no. A great dragon—a black one, like a lizard, with a pair of enormous wings..."
Thump, thump!
My heart jolted. Why did the dragon he was describing sound so much like the one I'd seen?
"Now that I think about it, I can still describe it clearly~ It was pitch-black all over, with a hint of dark red... Its dragon scales were covered in"
"spikes, and it was enormous. I only caught a glimpse, but I reckon one of its claws was bigger than a tank, right?"
It really was that enormous corpse!
That's right... I was absolutely sure. He was describing that dragon!
Wait... did that mean I really was connected to that woman?
If that wasn't some unusual creature, but really the Empress... in other words, Fang Yuxuan's corpse, why was there an inscription left by someone in front of the dragon?
Fang Yuxuan? Fang Yuxuan?
What was the connection between these two names?
They sounded so similar. Could they be the same person?
Or had someone mistakenly thought Fang Yuxuan should be written as "Fang Yuxuan"? Was that why they'd written it that