"How am I the dragon's descendant? Where is the proof?"
At Veronica's question, Dastan gave her a weird look.
"You are the healer who revived a whole desert, didn't you? Isn't that proof enough? Moreover, if you weren't the blessed child, you wouldn't get any attention from the Saint."
He finished a slice of sandwich and glanced at her.
"Have you not met the dragon?"
His abrupt question startled her. "Why do I have to meet the dragon? I didn't dream of any dragon or basilisk."
She didn't want to disclose that she had met the dead dragon. She didn't trust him yet.
She had no idea what people might do if she told them about meeting the dead dragon and drinking blood.
She had already told Arthur and she was glad that he didn't take advantage of it.
Dastan frowned at her answer. "Hmm? That's strange. As the leader of the healers, the Saint should have baptized you with dragon's blood.
