"Whoa!"
(??ω??)
"So you're the Stormterror..."
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Standing in midair high above the ground, Annie began staring at the Stormterror, which seemed just as surprised by her arrival, and spoke.
"..."
The Stormterror didn't answer, and probably couldn't?
It simply beat its three pairs of blue wings, hovering on the wind as it tilted its head and stared wide-eyed at Annie.
The Stormterror was a little surprised. It didn't know why, but the little girl before it gave it a vague sense of dread, as if it were standing face-to-face with Barbatos, the Wind God it had once served?
In fact...
It wouldn't be an exaggeration to say that this felt even more nerve-racking than facing Barbatos himself.
Still, it wasn't sure about that feeling.
After all, the gods who each commanded one of the seven elements and ruled their own nations—the Seven Archons—possessed power that no little girl ought to have.
That was why it stared at her in uncertainty, without deciding what to do.
No matter what, she was just a little girl. If it were facing one of the Seven Archons, it would have turned tail and fled long ago, even though it had once been the Eastern Wind, one of the Four Winds.
"??"
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"You can't talk?"
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Blinking and furrowing her brows, Annie quickly made up her mind when she got no response.
"Hey!"
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"If you won't say anything, I'll take that as a yes!"
(????????`)
Honestly, it didn't matter whether the other party admitted it or not.
Because if Queen Annie decided it was, then it was. Even if it wasn't, it was. And even if she had picked the wrong dragon, she wouldn't feel the least bit ashamed.
"Here's the thing!"
(??ω??)
"I told someone named Paimon I'd beat you up