POV -----> Anastasia
"This is mine for now then, when I'm done making her useful, I'll come make you be the contract signer, Wys. Thank you." General Berolt said in a voice that scared me a lot more than I thought anybody could.
Everyone was extremely silent because of the vehement and vicious Aura that was being exerted by him, probably by a simple error or slip because of his anger or excitement.
"I've always wanted a Dragon." General Berolt said confidently with a strange expression on his face.
It was like an enraged and angry grin.
"C-Commander Berolt?" King Wyschardus said in a frail and stuttering voice, most likely asking him exactly what he intended to do and wanted to brief him.
But it was pointless.
