"Is she really the dragon that roared just now? The red dragon?"
Ovior wanted to confirm.
It was already unbelievable that she beca a dragon. Moreover, Felix, rlin and the rest were watching Veronica from down there.
He had a feeling that they might make a mistake since Veronica was in a high area. Only Arthur was close to her to know what actually happened.
"That's right. The red dragon is her," Arthur admitted.
Ovior observed him and then frowned.
"You don't look well. You are injured," he comnted. "I'll treat you."
"Don't worry about ," Arthur said.
"Even your voice is broken. When was the last ti you drank water?" Ovior inquired.
"…Two days ago," Arthur answered.
Ovior used magic to bring ten jars of water with three plates of food.
"Finish them while I take care of the ice layer," he said.
Afterward, he took out a glass ball from his sleeve and put it in the bathtub.
The mont the ball touched the ice, the iciness transford into the ball. Later on, the ball produced ice to prevent the ice from lting.
Noticing that Arthur began to have his al. He was so anxious about his wife's condition that he didn't bother to think about his physical issues.
He was thirsty, hungry, tired and his wounds on the stomach got worse because it wasn't treated for two days.
Ovior brought dicine and applied it to the injury.
"It looks bad, Arthur. You need to rest," he stated.
"No, I can't," Arthur refused.
Ovior knew this out happen. He cast a spell on Arthur.
The exhausted Arthur didn't notice when his friend cast a spell on him. Before he could realize what was happening, his eyes automatically closed and he fell asleep.
Ovior grabbed him and placed him in his bed. Then, he called for rlin.
"What's happening here?" rlin ca to Arthur's bedroom and asked.
After hearing the situation from Ovior, he said, "Let keep an eye on Lady Veronica. I might co up with a solution."
"Try to lower her temperature. Ice isn't working," Ovior said with a grave expression.
While they were talking, Felix knocked on the door and entered the room.
He announced, "The elves are here. They want to talk to Arthur."
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The underground in the desert ~
"The reinforcent is here!"
Soone announced loudly.
The witches beca excited. The beautiful witch smiled and walked forward.
Zinnia and Ironin watched her casting a spell in the wall that was the end of the tunnel and the wall disappeared. It beca a road that led to a river.
Everyone gasped in surprise. Even the witches didn't know that there was a river at the end of the tunnel.
Even Zinnia and Ironing were astounded.
'Just how much did she plan ahead?' they thought.
They saw ten large wooden boats. The soldiers on the boats were wearing black clothes. Their faces were also covered, as protection from the sun. There was no symbolizing marks in them to recognize their identity.
Three soldiers ca forward. They bowed in front of the beautiful witch.
"Enough, raise your head," the beautiful witch said. "We are all equal here. You ca to our aid. We welco you as our ally."
The soldiers raised their heads.
The soldier in the middle asked, "Why are you here? I thought you'd be in the camp."
The soldier didn't address the witch but his voice carried respect, showing how much he valued her.
"We lost," the beautiful witch replied. "There was an unexpected encounter."
"Unexpected encounter?" The soldier frowned.
They had planned everything beforehand. The witches were powerful enough to hold the wizards back for a few days. When both sides would be tired, reinforcents would arrive to aid the witches.
That's how they planned to win.
The soldiers couldn't understand what could have happened that the witches lost.
"Let us leave," the witch replied. "I'll tell you everything after we depart."
"As you wish," the soldier agreed. "Please co this way."
The witches got on the boats one by one.
"We shouldn't have waited," Zinnia whispered. "If they tell those unknown people who the dragon is, it'll harm Veronica."
"We will eliminate the witches before they can utter anything," Ironing said.
"How are we going to do that with the soldiers packed in?" Zinnia questioned him.
She wasn't wrong. If they did attack the witches, the soldiers, who were in ten boats, wouldn't stay still.
'We should have killed the witches before the reinforcent arrived,' Zinnia lanted inwardly. 'If we only didn't want to know who were supporting the witches and where the witch convent was, we would have done that already.'
They went inside the boat and found themselves in a luxurious cruise.
Stunned, Zinnia stopped in her tracks. Unable to go forward, Ironin pushed her from behind.
They sat on a comfortable couch and drank red wine that was served for them.
The beautiful witch ca forward and said, "This cruise has been especially ordered for us so that we can rest as comfortably as we can. You have all worked hard. This is the prize for your hard work."
The witches cheered.
A soldier cac forward and said, "Food will be served soon. If you need anything, please don't hesitate to tell us."
After the soldier left, the beautiful witch followed him to the other room.
Just as the soldier said, so maids ca brought delicious food and served them.
Ironin and Zinnia exchanged glances.
When a maid ca to serve them food, Zinnia asked, "Is there any rose wine?"
"...Rose wine, madam?" the maid was perplexed.
"Yes, rose wine. After the battle was over, I was craving for so rose wine. Is there any?" Zinnia asked innocently.
"I… I don't know, madam," the maid hesitantly replied. "If you want, I can ask the chef."
"That won't be necessary. Where is the kitchen? I can ask the chef myself. You can do your job," Zinnia spoke in a friendly manner.
"Um…" The maid wasn't sure how to answer her.
Only chef and maids who were serving dishes could enter the kitche. Visitors weren't allowed.
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