The instant white light bloomed in the sky, Emilia and Priscilla moved at the same time.
An ice tower rose without a sound or signal, with two beauties, silver and red, standing atop its skyward-reaching summit. Standing on the tower that had grown over ten meters in one burst, Emilia raised both hands toward the sky, forming a massive ice canopy across the area where she expected the white light to strike. Smaller canopies lay beneath the great one, six in total covering the sky.
Behind the protection of ice and snow, Priscilla reached her slender fingers into empty air and drew the Yang Sword, using space itself as its sheath.
The precious blade shone red, adorned with dazzling jewels, but the light radiating from within was weaker than when it was at full strength. Even so, Priscilla readied the sword and looked overhead.
Then the descending white light struck the outermost canopy. In less than a second, it pierced the first, then the second and third as well.
The white light bore down on the ground.
But it would be wrong to say the shattered, pierced canopies had failed in their task. Each time the white light touched and pierced one, its angle shifted slightly.
The tiny deviations through the first three became more pronounced at the fourth and fifth, and the instant the sixth shattered, the light's angle of incidence had unmistakably changed.
The white light fell straight toward the ice tower, plunging toward the two atop it. To meet it, a pure crimson radiance became a beautiful flash of defiance-
All sound vanished. For the first time in his life, he experienced ten seconds of soundless stillness.
Perhaps it had actually been less than a second-at that moment of explosion, a shock wave spreading from the city's south swallowed and overturned the entire fortress city.
Ground, buildings, humans, flying dragons-the gale made no distinction, mercilessly swallowing and blowing them all away.
Naturally, that included the city's largest mansion, which had taken in the wounded as a temporary infirmary. Flop, who had been busily tending to their injuries there, was also hurled against a wall by the impact.
"-Ugh."
He might have blacked out for a few seconds, a dozen seconds, or perhaps even minutes. His back had taken a powerful blow, and he felt as though all his organs were about to spill out.
It did not hurt much, but he might have suffered an injury so severe that the excessive pain had left him unable to feel it properly.
If that were true, he hoped to keep spending his days unaware of the pain, watch his sister Medium safely and happily marry someone, savor the accomplishment of taking revenge on the world himself, and live comfortably until the end of his natural lifespan.
If it came to that, surely there would be no telling whether he had died of his injuries or old age.
"All right, all right. It doesn't seem that serious..."
After making sure he was safe, he carefully assessed his condition before getting up. His limbs moved, and his fingers were all still there. Fortunately, he did not seem to have lost an ear or his nose, or had an eye ruined. He could not be careless, but excessive pessimism was no good either.
Rising as he shook his head, Flop rubbed his blurry eyes and examined his surroundings. The others seemed to have suffered about as much as he had, with pained groans coming from everywhere.
Some were awaiting treatment, some had already been bandaged, and others had only just been injured. In any case, he had to help them.
"I hope Mr. Butler and Miss Utaka-ta are all right too..."
After leaving Priscilla to deal with Madelyn, Flop's group had returned to the mansion to rejoin Rem and the others, helping care for the wounded as they considered what they could do.
Though worried about his mistress, Schult had helped too, flames burning in his eyes, and had finally managed to calm himself down. If that impact had undone all their efforts, their work would have been for nothing.
"What on earth happened...?"
Rem emerged from deeper inside the mansion, where she had been using magic to heal the seriously injured. Though dizzy as she leaned on her crutch, she still looked out the window, trying to understand what had happened.
The shock wave that had just shaken the entire city had been extraordinary, but it had not destroyed everything completely.
It even made him wonder whether something more terrifying had happened than the flying dragons attacking in flocks, or one of the Nine Divine Generals single-handedly rampaging through the city.
Just as Flop, thinking this, was about to call to Rem-
"-Oh no!"
Rem's eyes widened, and she hurried toward the front door with a grave expression. Had she seen something outside? As she rushed out in alarm, Flop called after her.
"Madam!" (When Subaru and Rem entered Guaral, they had posed as husband and wife. That was when they met the merchant siblings and became companions.)
Holding his aching chest and knee, he followed Rem and found her crouching beside a figure lying in the front yard, checking their condition. They appeared to be another casualty blown there by the shock wave.
Having followed her outside, Flop gaped at the sight he could not have seen from indoors.
"This is..."
White snow drifted down over Guaral. Several thick layers of clouds hung in the southern sky, and sunlight shone straight down as though piercing them.
Gazing at a scene that could even be called fantastical, Flop exhaled white mist and shivered involuntarily. Not only had the surrounding temperature plummeted, but a spectacular sight like an upheaval of heaven and earth lay before him. Even in a dream, it would be hard to see such scenery. In other words, that made this no dream.
Flop shook his head.
"Mr. Flop, please help me! We need to carry this child inside..."
"Yes, understood. However strange and wondrous the sky outside may look, we can only do what's within our power. And do it-with everything we have."
Flop turned to help Rem, but his eyes widened involuntarily, and he could not finish speaking.
The reason was simple and obvious, right behind Rem as she asked for help-the small figure blown into the front yard by the shock wave, who needed to be carried indoors for treatment.
She was petite and looked pitiful, with two black horns growing from her head.
Perhaps her consciousness was hazy. The girl slowly stood, preparing to swing a clawed hand.
"-"
Once again, Flop felt sound vanish, the passage of time slipping out of step with reality.
Looking toward him, Rem had not noticed the threat approaching from behind her at all.
Rather than intending to hurt Rem, the girl who posed that threat seemed to be acting out of a defensive instinct.
She must have been through something terrible. He sympathized with her, but painfully enough, sympathy would not change the situation. What a predicament.
Kuna and Holly, who were responsible for protecting Rem, would probably need time to recover from the shock wave too.
He could not see them anywhere, so he could not expect them to step in.
Schult with his burning eyes, Utaka-ta suppressing her fighting spirit as she helped with bandages, Heinkel who remained unconscious-he could count on none of them.
If he closed his eyes, he could see his sister's radiant smile beneath his eyelids.
His sister, who had sworn to grow stronger so her brother would never have another painful memory, and had truly done so, making him proud.
Images surfaced of their benefactor, who had given the siblings their chance to venture into the world, and their sworn brother.
"-Value your own life, Flop. Only fools sacrifice themselves."
He remembered their benefactor once laughing at his reckless way of living with those words. And now, Flop gave the same answer he had then.
"I don't mind being called a complete fool."
Everyone Flop loved had clapped and laughed at that answer.
"Mr. Flo-"
He stepped forward, reached out to push those frail shoulders, and shoved Rem away.
When the sharp claws swung down, a fool took her place and caught the blow.
Blood scattered, and Flop O'Connell fell to the cold ground.
-What humiliation.
She ground her teeth, her innards stewing in rage, her soul cracking with grief and fury. Manipulated by lowly humans, driven into a corner where she could not do what she needed to, she had used her trump card despite knowing she should not. What was she doing?
"How pathetic."
As a dragonkin, she could not readily show weakness, much less carelessly expose such an ugly display.
If other dragonkin had been there to witness her poor performance, they surely could not have stood it. They would have cursed her as a disgrace to dragonkin, and the anger directed at her by others and herself might have killed Madelyn outright.
But none of that happened. There were no other dragonkin.
Madelyn had always been alone.
-That was why, no matter what, she had to take revenge on those who had killed the mate she had hoped for.
"Mr. Flop, please help me! We need to carry this child inside..."
In a dim corner of her consciousness, she heard someone say that. Not someone-a human voice.
Everyone besides her was human, so it was a human voice. A human who had brought Madelyn such humiliation. As though guided, she reached her claws toward the voice.
She would tear apart the frail back before her, and then-
"I don't mind being called a complete fool."
She heard another voice, and the next second came the sensation of tearing flesh and a spray of blood.
She had no thought of having succeeded. A human body could not withstand even a single strike from a dragonkin. In any case, she had killed one. Then, again, the next, another-
"Who's next...!"
Who wanted to be torn apart by her claws? She bared her teeth, wanting to roar those words. Greedily seeking her next prey, she kicked the opponent she had just felled, turning him over-
"...Huh?"
A man lay motionless, his pale skin stained red, his long blond hair spread across the ground. Someone she had never seen. Humans all looked much alike, but his face did not match any she recognized.
-Thus, her gaze settled not on the man himself, but on something he possessed.
On the fallen man's torn-open, exposed, slender chest lay a beast-fang ornament hanging from his neck-no, that was not a beast's fang. That was, that was, that was that was that was that was that was-
"-"
Flop rushed over and shoved Rem's shoulders, sending her falling onto the courtyard lawn. Not only was it unexpected, but he had not held back at all. She had no time to brace herself. Her crutch slipped from her hand, and she sprawled on the greenery.
But there was no need to demand why he had done that. An answer more eloquent than words lay before her in vivid red.
"Mr. Flop-!"
Bracing her hands against the grass, she screamed at the sight before her. Where she had stood only seconds earlier, Flop now lay with a deep gouge running from his shoulder to his waist, blood flowing from the horrific wound.
It looked like a cut from a sharp weapon, and Rem immediately understood that he had suffered it to protect her.
And the one responsible was the girl she had rushed over to save without any caution.
"-"
The light-blue-haired girl stood frozen in the posture of her attack, Flop's blood dripping from her claws.
"Move! Mr. Flop! Let me see your wound... Aah!"
Feeling her blood freeze, Rem tried to throw herself toward Flop, but the silent girl obstructed her, sending her tumbling onto the lawn again. Then the girl grabbed Flop by the neck and roughly hauled him up. Was she going to finish him off? Just as Rem was about to scream-
"Why do you have a dragon fang... Why are you carrying Kariyu's tooth!?"
At the girl's desperate expression and wailing voice, Rem caught her breath. For an instant, unable to understand the question, her thoughts stopped.
"Why!"
But all the while, the girl kept interrogating Flop, whose eyes were already closed. Flop did not answer. He was unconscious. As long as his wound kept bleeding, he clearly would never regain consciousness.
"I'm telling you to answer! Answer me! Otherwise...!"
"P-please stop! He's unconscious! He'll die!"
Rem grabbed the girl's hand as she threatened to hurt Flop, pleading with her. Furious at the interference, the girl turned toward her, and Rem countered the force of those golden eyes with her own resolve. Flop's life hung by a thread. How could she let herself be cowed?
"Please let me treat him immediately! Otherwise, Mr. Flop will..."
"Why treat him!? He's going to die anyway, so before he dies..."
"I can use healing magic! I'll save him with magic!"
At Rem's desperate plea, the girl's hand loosened slightly. Ordinary treatment could never save the gravely wounded Flop. But healing magic was another matter. Only then did the girl's golden eyes focus seriously on Rem.
"...Can you save him?"
"-Yes. No matter what...!"
"Then hurry."
It seemed less that she believed Rem than that she understood there was no other way. The girl pushed Flop's body toward Rem and issued that one-sided order. But Rem had no attention to spare for her attitude.
"It's so bad..."
Taking Flop and checking his injuries, she could not help murmuring those words. The four claw marks carved into his pale skin were still bleeding. First, she pressed the cloth wrapped around his head against them to stop the bleeding, then activated her healing magic-and exhaustion swept over her entire body.
"-Ugh."
She had already used healing magic on many people injured in the flying dragon attack. Though she had restricted it to those who could only be saved through healing magic, everyone who needed it was seriously injured.
The expenditure of mana was therefore unavoidable. And treating Flop, who was already near death, would place a great burden on her mentally as well.
"Even so, giving up isn't an option..."
Telling herself that, Rem concentrated on healing Flop's wounds. She fought to stay conscious, desperately searching for a way to save him. If she could not, there would have been no point in staying in this city.
What had she stayed behind to learn?
-What had Priscilla told her?
"Look not at the wounds, but at life itself. In short, blood is not the only thing circulating within a living creature. There is something invisible to the naked eye as well. What healing arts must grasp lies further beyond."
"Since I cannot use healing arts, I cannot explain what that is. For convenience, I shall call it life, but you may call it and grasp it however you please. Only-"
"You would do well to remember this, Rem. You poor girl who has lost your memories and your anchor. You, who have lost everything, possess the power to heal others because that is your very nature."
"-No one can escape themselves. Do not forget my words, and strive to improve."
"-See life."
Not the horrific wounds-she had to halt the life spilling out of Flop, the life she had to preserve, or strengthen it to sustain him. Replacing the gouged-out flesh, closing wounds, easing pain-such acts were not healing arts.
In essence, healing arts were not magic for treating wounds, but magic for saving lives. If she acted with the awareness that she was intervening in life itself, she should be able to sustain and save the life Flop was about to lose.
"-"
Within the tiny reserves of strength she had left, she sought the best approach, drawing out the true worth of refined healing arts. She reconnected the lifelines that needed reconnecting, stemmed the ceaseless flow of lifeblood, and rekindled the flame of a life about to fade.
-Save Flop's life.
"Mr. Flop...!"
His faint breathing and bloodless cheeks both began to show signs of improvement. As Rem drew closer to that tangible certainty, Flop's long eyelashes trembled, and his blue eyes opened slightly. He still seemed dazed, but if she kept applying healing arts, she could save his life completely-
"...You mustn't heal me completely."
"-Huh?"
Wondering whether she had misheard, Rem let out a startled sound. Her surprise disrupted her concentration, interfering with her healing arts.
As she hurriedly refocused on the healing, Flop closed his eyes and fainted. This time, he lost consciousness completely.
Continuing to treat his injuries, Rem could not understand what he had just said, and half her mind descended into confusion. Why would he say that? Why tell her not to heal him?
"Did he say something strange because he was delirious?"
That was very possible. Having lost so much blood, it was a miracle he had regained consciousness even for an instant. There would be nothing strange about him saying something incomprehensible in his hazy state.
Yet, though she had not known him long, Rem trusted him deeply.
Flop always thought as hard as he could before offering an opinion. What if those words, too, were something he had desperately managed to produce? Would dismissing them as nonsense not be too careless?
"-"
Why had he said she must not heal him?-No, what had he actually said? Not that she must not heal him. Strictly speaking, he had not said she could not heal him.
"I mustn't heal him completely?"
Heal him completely-that was an unusual way to put it. Not to stop treating him, but to avoid finishing the treatment. But if she did not finish, Flop's life would still be in danger-
"-Ah."
At that thought, Rem realized her understanding of the situation was skewed. She had been so desperate to heal Flop that she had lost sight of her surroundings.
"-"
Behind her stood the culprit who had forced her to treat Flop.
Beyond that, flocks of flying dragons filled the skies over the city, and fierce battles still raged everywhere. The situation had not improved at all. That would remain true even if Flop's wounds healed.
That was why Flop's plea brought a certain possibility to mind.
"-Where did you come from? Who are you?"
Without turning around, Rem questioned the girl behind her. Though Rem was not looking at her face, the girl knew the question was directed at her. She immediately clicked her teeth in irritation.
"You shouldn't have time to talk about that now. If you have time to worry about anyone else, hurry up and heal this man first!"
"I want to heal him too! But..."
"But what!?"
"But! I'm so concerned about where you came from and who you are that I can't concentrate! At this rate, my magic might stop!"
Unable to think of an excuse on the spot, Rem offered a childish retort. If she angered the girl, it would hardly be surprising if the claws that had sliced Flop earlier turned on Rem instead. Yet faced with such a childish retort, the girl exhaled sharply.
"...Madelyn."
"...What did you say?"
"Madelyn Eschart! First General of the Empire!"
The girl-Madelyn-answered in a voice that made it impossible to tell whether she was angry or anxious. Rem was surprised she had answered at all, but even more surprised by Madelyn's title.
Rem knew how high a position her self-proclaimed title of First General of the Empire held in this country. That knowledge fit the possibility taking shape in Rem's mind.
"-? What are you doing? Why..."
"-"
"Why did you stop healing this man!?"
After a deep breath, Rem withdrew the hands she had pressed against the wound. Naturally, her healing spell stopped as well, making Madelyn grit her teeth in anger. She seized Rem by the collar and forced her to face her. Rem bravely met those golden eyes.
"Answer me! What are you trying to do!?"
"-If you want me to continue treating Mr. Flop, I have a condition."
"A condition...? What are you suddenly talking about..."
"-Please order the flying dragons attacking the city to retreat. Unless you agree to that condition, I won't treat him any further."
Yes, Rem was negotiating directly with the girl who commanded the flying dragons.
-You mustn't heal me completely.
Rem believed Flop had said those puzzling words so that she could use him to negotiate.
Though she did not know why, Madelyn was adamant that Flop had to live. The reason for her fixation lay with Flop, and at present, Rem alone could keep him alive.
Using Flop's life as a shield to demand an end to the attack on the city was a negotiation only Rem could undertake.
This was a battle to escape this desperate situation and end the bloodshed. Rem, too, had begun her own war.
"Wha...!"
Faced with that demand, Madelyn was stunned, as though she thought she had misheard. That was hardly surprising.
Rem had been confused when she heard Flop's words, too. She could understand, since the same thing was happening to Madelyn. But she felt no sympathy for her. Rem had no room for that.
"-"
The anxiety of having stopped Flop's treatment slowly scorched Rem's heart.
In truth, she wanted to cast her healing spell again immediately and keep trying to save Flop's life. This was a critical moment, with his life hanging by a thread, and she did not know whether she could reclaim the life slipping away.
And while they negotiated, Flop's chances of survival dwindled little by little.
"Well? Please decide quickly."
Struggling not to let her anxiety show on her face, Rem pressed Madelyn for a decision. She had to make her think she was the one cornered, not Rem.
She hoped this would improve Flop's chances of survival, even a little. The white light that had shaken the entire city earlier still had far-reaching effects, and Kuna and Holly, who were guarding the mansion, were nowhere to be seen.
-Rem had to face this alone.
"Miss Madelyn, time is-agh!"
"-Don't underestimate a dragon."
As Rem tried to press her further, Madelyn's hand tightened around her neck. Those golden eyes, blazing with rage, cursed Rem for daring to negotiate with her. A terrifyingly powerful, sinister aura, unimaginable from her youthful appearance, enveloped Rem, and her courage shrank. She felt she should immediately take back her reckless actions and beg forgiveness.
But-
"-"
She remembered Subaru standing in front of her to protect her, even against an equally powerful opponent.
Dressed in ridiculous women's clothes and making a spectacle of himself that was painful to watch, Subaru had still risked his life to protect Rem.
-No, it was not just then.
In Rem's eyes, Subaru was certainly neither strong nor special.
Yet even when he feared a dangerous opponent, he never backed down.
Having watched him do that all along, Rem rebuked herself for shrinking in fear.
-How could I bow my head and give up?
-I didn't decide to stay with such naive thoughts and fragile resolve.
"Kill... me..."
"What?"
"If you... kill me... you lose..."
Rem's words, gasped out as her throat was squeezed, made Madelyn's eyes widen.
If she gave in to her anger and killed Rem, she would lose her chance to speak with Flop forever.
-In the end, Madelyn could choose only one: destroy the city or save Flop.
As First General of the Empire, Madelyn's duty was to carry out the mission assigned to her. But Rem saw a small chance of victory in her attitude, words, and actions.
Madelyn wanted to speak with Flop, no matter what. There was something she wanted to confirm. And confirming it was extremely important to her. Rem saw something worth gambling on there.
"-Well?"
"-"
"-Please choose. Will you kill people, or let them live?"
Her whitened consciousness gradually cleared, and color slowly returned to the world.
"-Ugh."
As her consciousness returned, she felt a heavy pressure all over her body. It was as though bricks and tiles had been piled on top of her, so heavy that she could barely breathe. She moved her hand, trying to push the weight away.
"Ngh, heave...!"
She thrust out her hand from her nearly suffocating position, and a loud crash followed as the pressure lifted.
Only then did she realize she had not been imagining it; she really had been buried beneath rubble. At last, she understood why she had been suffocating. Next, she considered why she had been under the rubble-
"-Oh, right. Priscilla and I were fighting Madelyn."
Remembering what had happened earlier, Emilia looked around. Before her lay a bleak street of ruins. Buildings had collapsed, and even the scattered rubble had been blown away, leaving the ground flat. The white light that had fallen from the sky had created this scene.
"-It was veeery similar to Volcanica's breath."
The white light unleashed from above the clouds had been triggered by Madelyn's will. Though she had not known what was coming, Emilia had immediately joined forces with Priscilla. She had raised an ice shield to meet it, and Priscilla had swung her red treasured sword-
"Then I got buried afterward... Oh no! Where's Priscilla!?"
Remembering what had happened, she hurriedly searched for the missing Priscilla. Since Emilia had been under rubble, it would hardly be surprising if Priscilla, who had been right beside her, had suffered the same fate. If so, unlike Emilia, who was strong, Priscilla might be trapped and unable to get out. She had to rescue her quickly. Otherwise, it would be awful if she were trembling in fear.
"Priscilla! Priscilla, where are you!? Answer me! I'll dig you out right away..."
"-Your incessant chirping is intolerable, half-devil."
"Priscilla!?"
As she searched through the nearby rubble, holding her aching body, someone answered. She hurried toward the voice and found Priscilla sitting on the other side of the remains of a collapsed city wall. Seeing Emilia rush over, she gave a quiet snort.
"Hmph. Stubborn thing. You're still alive."
"Yes, thank you for worrying about me. You look full of energy too... No, not quite. But I'm just glad you're all right."
Emilia stroked her chest in relief, and Priscilla silently closed one eye.
Even Priscilla looked somewhat tired. Her magnificent scarlet dress was torn in places, and the dirt on her pale skin stood out starkly. At the thought that Emilia was distressed over this, Priscilla said displeasedly:
"Do not look down on me. Concern yourself with me? Don't make me laugh. You and I are bitter rivals for the throne. Surely your true wish is to see me fall."
"Mm, there you go saying hurtful things again. I've never once wished you would get hurt. Besides-"
"What?"
"You really do see me as a rival. I'm a little surprised."
She had thought Priscilla never took her seriously. Precisely because she knew she lagged behind the other royal selection candidates-Crusch, Anastasia, and Felt-this assessment made her both surprised and happy.
Being placed alongside someone impressive made her feel that her efforts had been acknowledged.
"-"
"Ah, but now that I know you're safe, we need to get moving right away. I don't know where Madelyn went, and we have to stop the flying dragons from hurting the city...!"
Celebrating Priscilla's safety would have to wait until this city was free of the danger it faced.
If possible, she actually wanted to ask Madelyn to order the flying dragons to stop attacking, but she had not spotted Madelyn while searching for Priscilla, so there was a strong chance she had already fled.
Since she could not ask Madelyn, she would have to drive the flying dragons away herself.
"-Wait, half-devil."
"I'd really like to wait, but we can't dawdle. If we don't hurry..."
"That is not it.-The situation has changed."
"Huh?"
Stopped just as she was hastily about to run off, Emilia turned back, her eyes widening. Priscilla, who had stopped her, remained seated and merely moved her chin. Following that gesture, Emilia looked up at the cloudy, snowy sky. Only then did she understand what Priscilla meant.
"...The flying dragons are leaving?"
As she said this, the flying dragons in her field of view, which had been ravaging the skies over the city and attacking people indiscriminately, spread their wings one after another and slowly left the city. For a moment, she did not understand what it meant, and then Emilia thought of a possibility.
"Could it be that Madelyn listened to our request..."
"Fool."
"So that's not it? But I think Madelyn's the only one who could call the flying dragons back..."
With the most welcome possibility rejected by Priscilla, Emilia pondered. Was there another reason for the entire flock of flying dragons to retreat?
Of course, if they had no chance of winning, the flying dragons might give up, or perhaps the flock's leader had lost and they were fleeing in haste.
But if Madelyn had ordered that attack from above the clouds, Emilia and Priscilla were the ones in danger.
Leaving aside whether Madelyn was the flock's leader, their fight had yet to be decisively settled. And yet-
"From the looks of it, there must be a reason they have to retreat."
"A reason they have to retreat? What is it?"
"Even I cannot see through everything. Did Madelyn order a retreat because the Cloud Dragon's existence was exposed? Or..."
Priscilla covered her mouth with her hand as she offered that conjecture. Emilia waited for her to finish. After keeping her waiting in anticipation for a few seconds, Priscilla watched the departing flying dragons and said:
"-Did she find something that takes priority over the imperial capital's orders?"
The accuracy of Priscilla's conjecture was confirmed after the flying dragons departed.
What had driven the fortress city to the brink of destruction was the flock of flying dragons that had inflicted heavy casualties on residents and guards, along with their leader, the Flying Dragon General, Madelyn Eschart.
A bitterly cold ice season that should never have occurred in the Vollachian Empire, and the terrifying white light from above the clouds that had devastated the entire city-everyone had been certain the city could not escape destruction, but amid their despair, those threats suddenly withdrew, and the city narrowly survived.
Even to try to recover, they first had to determine how severe its wounds were and whether those wounds could heal. It was dizzying work, like counting every drop of blood that had been spilled.
But before the survivors began to act, there was one thing that had to be added.
The Flying Dragon General, Madelyn Eschart, had withdrawn with her flock of flying dragons. At the same time that she and the flying dragons left the city, two people also disappeared.
-A merchant named Flop O'Connell, and a girl named Rem.