"And since your ice wyrm is too weak and not a real dragon yet you can't use its saliva for an antidote." Clark didn't ask this in the sense of a question but instead as a statement.
"That's right." Illia nodded while she said this before she gave a long sigh of disappointment.
"That's why you want to become stronger faster, isn't it?" Maria understood this a lot better. Illia had a different drive. It wasn't that she wanted to become a powerful city lord. It was to help cure her father from a beast's poison sooner or before he died.
"We can take a look when we get to the dungeon we won entry to. I can't say that you were going to make the right choice but you had a good reason. It was a dangerous gamble to make. I will make it for you now." Clark looked at the others and knew that they would be understanding what he had said.
