As a half-elf who had lived in Silvermoon City year-round, Aierlinni had always believed that Mr. Levis was a good person—no, a good dragon.
Even though many refugees who had returned to Silvermoon City from his territory kept slandering him everywhere, calling him a great liar who had deceived everyone, Aierlinni had always believed this.
Perhaps Mr. Levis did have his own interests in mind, but objectively speaking, he had indeed given many refugees life-saving rations, and allowed many vulnerable people in Silvermoon City with meager incomes, people like her, to afford enough food to survive the winter.
Besides, if Mr. Levis truly was as terrible as those refugees and merchants claimed, why had none of the later migrants fled back to Silvermoon City by ship?
So Aierlinni had always believed that the refugees who went to Mr. Dragon's territory must have been properly settled.
And once spring came, she would personally go to Mr. Dragon's territory and witness his good deeds with her own eyes, expose those merchants' lies, and tear apart their ugly faces—the faces of people who disregarded human lives for profit.
To that end, well before the Midwinter Festival, she and several close sisters from her unit had formally submitted their resignations to Silvermoon City's administrative hall.
They were going to become the first batch of rangers in that kind-hearted dragon's territory, fighting on the front lines to safeguard the safety of all the citizens.
Only, this year's blizzards had come with exceptional ferocity. On top of that, the High Mage Alustriel was deeply concerned that the northern Orc tribes might make some unusual move, so she hoped they could stay for now and stand one final watch for Silvermoon City.
Because Silver Wing, the Guardian Dragon, had brought back an urgent message: it seemed that