"The dragon spirit you're talking about is Lyserra, isn't it?"
The faceless man nodded slowly. "Yes, her name is Lyserra."
A small, longing smile bloomed on his lips. Merlin noticed it naturally and couldn't help but guess inwardly,
"It seems their relationship is very close."
Snapping out of his reverie, he nodded slowly, reassuringly. "Don't worry. I'll take good care of her. Even if you don't ask, I still will."
Over the past twelve days, not only had his physical strength increased, but so had his bond with Lyserra.
The little dragon clung to him as if he were her mother. Of course, he realized this happened because the real Lyserra had not fully awakened.
If she fully appeared, he was sure her demeanor would change drastically. After all, she was very proud and cold.
