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    He reared up slowly and took a step towards the unknowing monkey.

    ……

    Half an hour later, the corpses of the long-tailed demonic apes were almost on the verge of filling up the clearing.

    And a blood-soaked Leon sat paralyzed under a tree, feeling powerless even to breathe.

    The sounds of Imperial soldiers were already fading in the distance.

    Leon closed his eyes, never before in his twenty-three years of short yet glorious life had he chosen to back out after deciding on something.

    But this time, that long road and the critical situation at hand had daunted him.

    The rain, still falling, seemed about to douse the faint flame that had sustained Leon to this point.

    He rested the back of his head against the rough trunk of a tree and let the cold rain wash over his face.

    The next moment, however, the rain suddenly stopped.

    But the rain didn’t stop.

    Leon was startled and slowly opened his eyes.

    The silver-haired beauty stood silently in front of him, the rain wetting her long skirt, but she used her dragon wings to shield him from the storm.

    They stared at each other, one above the other, as they had done so many times in the past.

    Leon’s lightless eyes once again flickered with the fire of expectation, the brilliant silver glow reflected in his dark pupils, the

    “Didn’t you… go back?”

    “No, I never left.”

    “Roseweather ……”

    “Let’s go home, Leon.”

    192 You’re not hurt, are you? Let me touch it!

    The silver dragon traveled across the sky, crossing mountains and leaping rivers, leaving human territory and returning to the land of dragons.

    Leon lay on Los Vesper’s back, listening to the air whistling through his ears and feeling the rhythm of the dragon’s wings.

    He quietly reached out and gently stroked the back of the dragon beneath him with his palm.

    The icy cold dragon scales were pleasant to the touch.

    Leon slowly closed his eyes, there were a million questions he wanted to ask Losweather at this moment, but he also knew that now was not the time.

    Along the way, Losweather didn’t initiate anything with him, just flew in silence.

    It was like the other day when she had sent Leon back, and the couple was silent.

    In the past, though, silence has represented embarrassment and embarrassment, external forces imposed on them by various unknowing outsiders.

    But this time, it was different.

    It was as if some question that both of them had been avoiding and denying had surprisingly given an unexpected and sensible answer in a sparse manner.

    While they still don’t want to face the answer to that question head on, they didn’t face it before because they didn’t want to;

    And now the failure to face it is because of fear.

    The strongest human and the Queen of the Silver Dragons are not afraid to face each other.

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