The streets were silent. Everyone looked at Lilia with pale faces, and the king slowly turned to one of the wizards beside him.
The wizard's face was pale, aghast, and his eyes shook. "She… She isn't lying."
Albert looked at his father. "The dragon had a trump card, a very powerful breath of blue fire that was much hotter than his crimson flame breath. Lilia took that breath head-on and got burned to a black piece of charcoal, and then flew forward and suplexed him to the ground." He slowly turned toward Lilia, "That's why her hair is short, it got burned then."
Shin jumped down from the back carriages and landed beside the one carrying Lilia and the dragon's head. "The dragon is dead, and she did the most to kill it."
Lilia jumped down from the dragon's head with a backflip and landed behind Shin, hiding at his side. "Can we go back to the castle?" She asked, looking at all the people and nobles with a worried face. She didn't like being the center of attention like this.
