Why had Xia Mi followed them down?
If she wanted to kill the three of them, she could have made her move long ago. Thousands of meters beneath the sea, if they were ambushed, they would have had little chance to resist.
Yet she had done nothing.
She merely stood there atop the Deep-sea Submersible's hatch, facing the terrifying shadow that was unfurling itself from the mud.
That was not the stance of an assassin. It was more like that of a guardian!
Could it be that she had not come to kill them—but to help them?
Once that thought surfaced, Lu Mingfei could not shake it from his mind.
He stared blankly at the slender figure covered in dark bluish-black scales, her wing membranes spread wide, and suddenly recalled the sight of her walking side by side with Chu Zihang through the streets of Shibuya. The girl had tilted her head as she spoke, her expression animated—that smile had definitely not been an act. It had come from the heart!
Why had he assumed Xia Mi was an enemy?
Just because she was a dragon? An outsider? A "high-risk target" printed in bold in their textbooks? An irreconcilable enemy the Principal and professors had emphasized time and again?
Just like the Wa Master of the Orthodox, although her body might lean more toward that of a dragon, if her heart stood with them, then why could she not be treated as a companion?
And judging by her brother He Xiaomeng, although he occasionally went insane in intermittent episodes, he did not seem like some mindless violent maniac who knew only destruction.
In Senior Brother He's eyes, Lu Mingfei as a human and Little Red as Dragon Kind seemed no different. He did not discriminate against humans, nor did he