Atop the Divine Tower of West Altus.
Froesanks hesitantly told Horace, "There's one more thing I forgot to tell you... according to the plan, Godwyn should have reached Crumbling Farum Azula by now. He's challenging our king, Placidusax."
Horace spun around. "What did you say?!"
Godwyn was talented, but no matter how talented he was, there was no way he could measure up to the Elden Lord of the previous age yet.
Even gravely wounded as Placidusax was now, he was not someone a greenhorn like Godwyn could challenge.
"Don't worry," the dragon girl hurriedly reassured him.
"We watched Godwyn grow up. Our king won't go too hard on him... probably."
"Probably?" Horace's voice turned cold.
"Take me to Crumbling Farum Azula. Now."
Froesanks, however, looked embarrassed.
"...Well... actually, I... can't change back."
Horace: "?"
The dragon girl shifted awkwardly. "To defeat Bayle, I sacrificed myself and transformed into this weak form. And then... I... couldn't change back."
She paused, then added, "What I mean is, I can't turn back into an Ancient Dragon, so I can't take you to Crumbling Farum Azula."
Horace stared at her in silence.
His stare unnerved the dragon girl, and she couldn't help grumbling inwardly, If I could change back, I'd have run off ages ago... why would I stay in Leyndell doing drudge work?
Of course, she only grumbled about that in her head.
Even if she really could change back, with her extremely responsible nature, she couldn't possibly abandon a mountain of government affairs and simply slip away.
"Lord Horace, please calm down. Fortissax is with Godwyn. Nothing will happen."
"That's exactly why I'm worried." Horace pressed a hand to his forehead.
"I trust Godwyn's intelligence, but throw a dragon buddy into the mix, and who knows whether those two will get