Karl and Prince Lukas were just about to grab a drink between training sessions when a wall guard ran in, panting with exertion.
"Highness, we have incoming dragons. Twenty Royal Guard, on their wings. Flying fully armoured in battle formation." He gasped.
Prince Lukas visibly paled, so Karl patted him on the shoulder.
"Relax, breathe. If they're here for a fight, we will give them a fight. But I suspect that they're here for something else. If it was really about fighting us, there would be a red and a black dragon with them." He explained.
The Crown Prince frowned. "How does that logic even work?"
From behind them, Cara laughed. "Because if someone seriously tried to kill someone under Karl's protection, the fallout of the battle would draw the attention of the war and death gods. The amount of damage that would occur in a battle between ten Royal Guards and an Avatar of the World Dragon would level half the mountain range."
Karl shrugged. She wasn't wrong.
