Along with that shout of warning, militiamen armed with bows emerged from the surrounding cliff walls.
Perhaps Fischer, the Red Robe Mage, and the burly Huozi gave them considerable pressure; some of the younger militiamen's hands were even trembling.
"This is private territory, and strangers are not welcome. Please release Misar from your control and leave at once. Otherwise, we cannot guarantee that we will not resort to certain extreme measures."
Following the voice, Levis and the others looked up and saw several half-elves appear atop the cliff.
The leader was a half-elf with rare silver hair. She was presumably the rumored Jenisar.
The one who had shouted at them earlier was likely the taller half-elf Ranger beside her. What puzzled Levis, however, was that as she spoke, she had one arm around a small elf who looked agitated and seemed ready to rush down.
What felt even stranger to Levis was that, upon seeing the silver-haired half-elf at the front, he actually felt his heart go thump.
Levis swore that he was absolutely not a Silver Dragon who rose to the occasion at the sight of beauty.
Otherwise, after seeing Sylvie so many times in his dreams, with her extraordinary charm, he would have long since dreamed of things too indecent to describe.
Coupled with the inexplicable feeling he had experienced upon first encountering that cross-dressing pervert Silver Wing, and the fact that there was a shattered mythal here that could make use of the remnants of the Auspice of Glory...
Holy shit, could the person in front of me also have dragon blood? And Silver Dragon blood at that?
As Levis stared at Jenisar, her eyes, calm as still water, widened slightly as well. Her gaze lingered on Levis and Huozi for a moment longer, her expression turning