There was absolutely no sense of magical energy flowing.
The essence of magical energy was life force. Even a dead person, so long as the corpse had not completely decayed, would still carry an exceedingly faint trace of magical energy...
Her heart suddenly sank.
If someone could conceal their presence to that extent, they were definitely no harmless character.
Besides—
That shadow on the ground...
The black Dragon had its eyes closed, as if asleep. Though it was the color of shadow, it involuntarily brought red to mind—the color of slaughter, extinction, and death.
In the late Roman Republic, Romans hungry for gold and silver landed on the British Isles, massacring and plundering on a grand scale.
After Caesar invaded Britain, his successors never stopped colonizing Britain either.
The coward Claudius personally led four legions on campaign, ravaging Britain as England would later ravage India, followed by centuries of enslavement.
The lifeforms of Fae Britain had never seen the Roman Empire, nor had they ever come into contact with that cowardly emperor whom citizens treated as a laughingstock.
Yet the instant she gazed upon that Red Dragon, a bone-chilling terror still flooded every one of her senses.
"I have no intention of becoming your enemy."
"I am merely carrying out my mission to hunt the tyrant who enslaved Britain."
"If I have offended you in any way, I am willing to apologize and offer compensation."
She gave Russell a knightly salute and even took out a list of her assets, handing it to him.
"If my assets are insufficient to calm your anger, I can report this matter to my liege and have her provide you with more appropriate compensation."
Normal. Sincere.
Like Artoria, she did not seem like a Fae at all.
But that was only natural—she was a