Under Fisher, the blue-scaled Dragon-man Species silhouette gradually overlapped with the youngest of his Dragon-man Species sisters at the ti, Lar, but the once pure and innocent child, who was completely unaware of being sold into slavery, now appeared exceptionally calm and composed.
She hadn’t yet grown the shimring Dragon Horns, strands of sky-blue curls matted with sweat clung to her forehead, creating a hazy aura. Apart from two sharp daggers, her scales and clothes were also covered with so light armor to protect key areas, continuously emitting wisps of steam...
Fisher knew well that this phenonon only appeared when the emotions of the Dragon-man Species fluctuated.
Fisher’s gaze slowly moved downwards, taking in everything either familiar or unexpectedly new about her, until he saw a deep scar on her exposed neck, finally stopping there. He wasn’t sure if these scars were the reason behind that ferociously aggressive attack from the blue Dragon-man Species earlier.
Lar under him was panting, and like Fisher, of course, she too was confirming whether the man with long hair and increasingly tattered clothes was the sa well-dressed gentleman from back then.
In terms of voice and appearance, the man in front of her was certainly him, but even though the answer was certain, she still waited for Fisher to respond himself.
After a silent mont, Fisher gently released Lar’s restrained wrists and responded,
"...It’s , Lar."
He imdiately stood up, glanced at the surrounding Red Dragon Court Soldiers who still surrounded them with fierce eyes, and instead of taking further action or continuing with his previous plan, he simply asked,
"Where is Rafael?"
Fisher’s voice slowly pulled Lar back to reality, she sat up slowly, first addressing the soldiers around her before replying,
"He’s a friend, not an enemy of the Fake Court, start by carrying back the injured Kappen and Ruel, don’t worry..."
Despite uncertainty, the Red Dragon Court Soldiers and the wounded who had been lifted looked at Lar, who seed to be their leader now, and then an demi-human among them said, "We will report this to the Dragon Queen," and turned to leave.
"I’ll tell her personally."
Lar added another sentence, after the soldiers walked further away until they completely disappeared among the leaves and trees that matched their uniforms, Lar turned back to look at Fisher in front of her. After scanning Fisher up and down, she smiled and asked him,
"Fisher, what’s happened to you? You used to wear a suit and carry a handcane, but now you look like a beggar... though at least you’re still handso as before."
The silent atmosphere was broken by Lar’s simple sentence, Fisher also smiled, extending his hand to Lar sitting on the ground, and pulled her up,
"I’m also curious how the little guy who only knew to hide in Mier’s arms suddenly learned to use daggers."
"It’s a long story, all for the New Dragon Court..."
Lar clapped her hands and walked closer to Fisher, upon comparison, the height difference she previously had was gone, now she had grown up to Fisher’s rib area. She patted Fisher’s shoulder and said,
"But these are stories you certainly don’t want to hear, right? Co with , I’ll take you to see Rafa... whoa, what is this ugly thing?!"
Lar was about to smile and say sothing, but in her peripheral vision, she suddenly noticed sothing like an eye on Fisher’s chest, and her face seed to be blinking at her. At first, she thought it was a hallucination from fighting, but after closer observation, she realized that thing not only didn’t disappear but even blinked faster, as if sizing her up.
She quickly retreated a step, speaking with a hint of wariness.
Emhardt flew out from Fisher’s arms in anger, cursing and speaking to Lar,
"Damn you, I am the great Sir Emhardt, not so ugly thing! It’s the first ti I’ve t such a rude Dragon-man Species, congratulations, you’ve successfully degraded my view of Dragon-man Species as a whole; I’ve decided to demote Rafael by two nas from the list!"
"Fisher, what’s... what’s the list?"
Lar looked bewildered at Fisher beside her, who, with a poker face, pulled chatty Emhardt back into his hand, and rely explained,
"It’s nothing, let introduce, this is Sir Emhardt, a good friend of mine, he cares a lot about his titles, don’t mind him."
After hearing Fisher say "a good friend," Emhardt slowly cald down, although he still stared at Lar with an unfavorable expression, he finally stopped acting like Fisher’s "self-destructive truck," disrupting the already highly pressured rhythm.
"Sorry, this was just... you startled . Fisher, co with , Rafael is at the First Battlefront, it’s so distance from here."
"First Battlefront?"
"Ah, it’s the frontline in the fight against the False Court Battlefront."
Lar didn’t elaborate, she just picked up the Hook Lock that Fisher had thrown away and slung it over her shoulder, seemingly an indispensable weapon even for the Red Dragon Court.
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