As the saying goes, a fight is a moment of delight, but the aftermath is a crematory site.
When night fell, David watched as Aria, the Star Singer, was escorted before him by Monado and the Barbarian Rosinde on each side, and he immediately felt a toothache coming on. Damn, it felt good, but this elf is a hot potato through and through.
"What's wrong?" Hearing David's mutterings, Lizrite, who came along, couldn't help but ask, puzzled.
It's just capturing a Chosen of God legend, isn't it? To this 'uneducated' 'country bumpkin Red Dragon,' it didn't seem like such a big deal.
David had just stabilized the Mana Energy within his body and was feeling a slight headache, suspecting some trouble was ahead, though not quite putting his finger on the specifics. He immediately flicked the tip of his tail at his sister Viola, whose mother was a priestess of Tiamat, saying, "Viola, you explain it to her."
