A FERAL CHILD.
That was Drystan's thought while watching Neoma Roseheart de Moonasterio laugh like a villain while standing on the back of her red dragon.
And the said dragon was breathing fire, burning things down in the capital.
[I thought we were going to fight…]
But instead of preparing for a fight, the little princess suddenly changed her mind when she saw the capital near the coliseum where he brought her to talk.
The capital where a place where the demons under his control lived.
[I'm not fond of those bastards, but this is still my territory.]
For some reason, Neoma Roseheart de Moonasterio looked pissed when she rode on her dragon earlier and asked the Soul Beast to burn everything to ashes.
"Little princess, what do you think you're doing?" Drystan asked. He didn't need to raise his voice because he knew Neoma Roseheart de Moonasterio could hear him with her sharp senses. "I thought we were going to fight."
