"D'Angel, see that golden glow over there? That thing's left wingtips."
"Gold? Where are you talking about?"
Perhaps the location was visible only to Medea.
"Follow me!"
They need to change their methods.
Medea climbed onto Silva and moved to the highest terrain possible.
"D'Angel, when I give the signal throw me towards that bastard's left wing."
"Yes?"
What, who, where are you throwing it?
D'Angele looked as if he was doubting his ears even in the dire situation.
"There's no time to explain! You have to send me as high as possible."
Medea grabbed her sword.
"Now is the time!"
The moment the evil dragon, who had descended, tried to grab Medea with its sharp claws-
She leaped into the air.
Her silver hair seemed to ripple like starlight scattering across the sky.
Kwajik-!
Medea thrust her sword into the brightly shining gold thread.
It was a tiny crack that would not have been visible in the black scales if it weren't for the light.
And yet, even after hundreds of years, this wound had not healed at all and was the only thin flesh exposed on the thick dragon's hide.
“Kaaaah-!”
The moment Medea's sword touched the sky, the dragon's piercing cry tore through the sky.
It was different from the roar that had shaken the world just a moment ago. There was only complete pain.
The evil dragon writhes in excruciating pain.
He spun his huge body around to shake off Medea.
A violent current of air swept through the valley.
"Just a little more, just a little more!"
Medea's vision shook wildly and the air twisted.
But she never let go of the sword hilt, which was deeply embedded in her body.
'If only I had just a little more strength-!'
I could just cut off these wings and throw them away!
However, Medea's current power was not enough.
It was overwhelming just to not let go of her sword in her hand as the evil dragon was thrashing wildly.
"Damn it. Medea...."
At that moment, a rough arm reached out from behind and firmly grabbed her fragile hand. A hot, firm warmth spread through her skin.
"This, this accident, this lump...."
Rough breath scattered overhead.
Cesare, who was embracing Medea from behind, swallowed his words, before finishing his speech.
His heart was beating so fast that It felt like it was going to burst, and she could feel it running down her back.
“...Cesare.”
At the same time, the sharp noise of the air tearing and the bitter wind were no longer felt.
It felt unrealistically like she had an unbreakable shield around her.
"Don't let go, my hand."
Cesare placed both of his hands on Medea's so that she could not let go even if she wanted to.
A sharp aura of black light enveloped Medea's sword above her overlapping fingers.
His black aura was thicker and more dense than darkness, like a black star that stands out clearly even in the night sky.
"I'll count to three. One, two..."
The two didn't even realize that their lips were so close that they were touching each other's earlobes.
Cesare thrust his sword deeper into the dragon's wound with crushing force.
Medea, too, tried to concentrate all her strength, barely holding on to her clouded mind.
"Now-!"
The moment when the power of the two people poured into the tip of the sword.
With a dull cracking sound of flesh and bone being torn.
The dragon's wings split into two. Blood and black scales poured down from the sky.
"Kaaaaaaah-!"
The dragon's desperate scream tore through the air, and it fell down into the sky as if collapsing.
***
Just before the dragon sank to the bottom of the canyon, Cesare jumped down from the descending drag on, carrying Medea in his arms.
"Kiaaaaak-!"
"Your Highness!"
Neril and D'Angel ran to their side.
Eyes filled with worry, fear, relief, and a thousand other emotions looked at Medea.
Boom!!
The clones, who had lost their effectiveness due to the death of their main body, also fell to the ground with their wings torn off.
A terrible scream echoed for a long time through the smoky whirlwind that had risen in the valley.
"It's really dead... right?"
Gallo and Tom approached the evil dragon hesitantly as if they couldn't believe it.
And then he poked the corner of his mouth with the tip of the sheath as if to warn him.
Each dance was done with such extreme care that It made it seem colorless.
"Ugh-!"
The evil dragon's eyes were still wide open as if he had not even expected this kind of end.
It seemed as if screams of pain were still coming from the gaping mouth.
But there was no light of life.
"Dead! The evil dragon is dead! Our Highness has defeated the evil dragon! Our Highness the Princess is the dragon slayer!"
"I can go back now! I'm going home!"
Tom and Gallo, covered in blood, hugged each other and cheered.
"..."
Medea stood there blankly.
They survived. No one died.
And really killed the evil dragon.
Even standing in front of the evil dragon, it didn't feel real at all.
Medea stared intently through its yellow eyes, which had lost their light and were now clouded.
She swallowed the blood of an evil dragon and saw strange afterimages.
Even the memory of just a moment ago, hanging on those huge wings and spinning around in the air, fighting...
It all felt blurry, like a dream.
At that moment, her body was roughly turned around.
"Excessive courage is recklessness. Are you thinking of drinking dragon's blood?"
The fierce voice that threw off all composure sounded so angry that it was almost creepy.
His firm hands checked the marks left on Medea's hands, arms, and skin.
"Cesare, wait a minute..."
"First Prince, what are you doing, to our Princess?! Step back!"
Cesare tried to strip Medea of her armor, but was stopped by Neril's s word.
Yet, the fierce golden eyes remained focused only on Medea, seemingly unaware of what he was doing.
"Do you know that the evil dragon was born from the darkness of the beginning? Do you want to take that curse upon yourself?"
Only then did Medea understand his reaction.
Wasn't Cesare the one who personally carried the curse left by the darkness of the beginning, and was thus driven to death?
"It's okay. I don't think anything will happen."
Medea recalled the moment when she had witnessed the afterimage along with the bright light, the moment when all the pain left by the dragon's blood had completely disappeared.
Somehow, she felt confident that everything would be okay.
Of course, Cesare didn't think that way at all.
"Terrence! Come and check it out!"
He urged Terence on, not even noticing the bloodstain left by his injured friend's mouth.
"...It is as Her Highness the Princess said. I cannot feel any traces of darkness on Her Highness's body."
Terence also made a strange expression.
"I've read in a book that the dragon's blood contains a dark curse... I'll ask the Master when I get back. But for now, I don't think it'll be a big problem."
"Again."
Terence exploded in the face of Cesare's paranoid obsession, even sacrificing the joy of victory.
Because he had used up too much magic power, the already dark eyes were now completely darkened and looked like they would disappear at any moment.
"Damn it. I've checked it over and over again. I'm pretty sure nothing's going to happen until we get to Valdina!"
Medea stretched out her hand...
Incredibly, she gently unusually squeezed his trembling fingertips.
When the golden eyes that never seemed to settle turned their heads and stared at her, Medea met his gaze without avoiding it.
“Cesare.”
"..."
"...You know it had to be that way. If we hadn't turned its gaze away like that, it wouldn't be it lying there right now, it would be us."
Cesare chewed the flesh inside his mouth.
Even though she broke the heart of a perfectly good person and threw him into hell, she looked after him so lovingly.
How did he know that the anger that had been rising in this slender hand that had been extended first was cooling off?
Meanwhile, Neril's eyes opened wide at Medea's words.
This isn't the first time her master has sacrificed herself to achieve a goal.
But Medea never once explained her actions to anyone. She didn't even expect anyone to understand.
But now, for the first time, she was trying to make the first Prince of Katzen understand her choice.
Still holding onto the fingertips of his hand that she had caught without thinking.
"..."
“Cesare.”
Medea urged Cesare without realizing it.
"Everyone survived. Then it's okay."
She thought he would understand since he was willing to take risks for the sake of efficiency.
He had such expectations...
'Since when?'
That was the moment when she stopped at that thought.
Squeak-! Squeak!
A falcon circling in the sky descended upon the expedition team.
"I'm sorry to interrupt, but I don't have time to delay."
Gallo pulled down the parchment tied to Falcon's leg.
"It is said that monster waves are occurring throughout the continent. The Holy Nation has called a continental council."
"Damn, you're not even giving me a chance to catch my breath. What do you have for me this time?"
D'Angel with angry eyes fixed his greatsword.
The blood from the wound he received from the dragon had not even dried yet.
Gallo swallowed his breath with a hardened face as if all the joy he had felt a moment ago had disappeared.
"The Emperor of Valdina...is a motion to be brought before the judgment table."
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