As Windsor looked at the tall figure in the illusion, he could not help feeling a little dazed...
Was this imposing marshal, so full of a sense of justice, really his future self?
Meanwhile, the beautiful lady addressed as "Onyxia," Countess Katrana Prestor, burst into laughter:
"You say you want to settle things with me? Hahahaha... You will be imprisoned and tried for treason, Windsor. I will be delighted to see them pronounce you guilty and send you to the gallows."
"When your limp corpse swings from the gallows, I will rejoice that a madman's life has finally come to an end. After all, what evidence do you have... Do you really think you can provoke a noble here without any grounds and then walk away unscathed?"
Marshal Windsor in the illusion laughed as well:
"The Dark Iron Dwarves thought their tablets were encrypted, but this is no code, merely ancient Draconic Magic... Fortunately, I learned that Draconic Magic long ago in the halls of Karazhan, and to dragons like you, it exerts the most terrifying pressure..."
He chanted an Ancient Spell...
The beautiful lady immediately revealed her true form. She really was an enormous black dragon...
Under the spell's influence, she also let out agonized groans in her true form!
At the same time, the young Windsor was astonished to discover that he could easily remember the spells his counterpart in the illusion recited.
"Hey!" Windsor cried out. He still did not know whether his counterpart in the illusion had subdued that black dragon.
"Lord Lothar..." Seeing the familiar, gentle face before him, Windsor hurriedly scrambled to his feet. "Sorry... I may have been... been too tired..."
Windsor could not help reproaching himself for actually falling asleep at such a tense moment, and even slipping into a dream.