"Tell me," Aranea asked. "What happened to you after that night? And where did you take Carl's Bald Wyvern?"
Vir took a deeper breath. "I'm sorry about the dragon," he said. "We met and confronted Magnius the Mighty. And, yeah..."
"Oh, no!" Aranea widened her eyes. "Don't tell me you―"
"I did!" Vir replied. "Unfortunately, one against seven, I lost badly and lost the dragon. Shit, I'll have to apologize to Carl later."
"Gosh, Vir!" Aranea shook her head. "What were you thinking?"
Likewise, everyone there did not expect Vir to be so brave as to fight the Mighty Magnius alone.
"Should I know why you did that?" asked Aranea. "We know you hate the people of the Central Empire, those al-Banix, but you acted too rashly. Don't you know that?!"
"Yeah..." Vir let out a long sigh. "And no, I think I'll just keep my excuses to myself for now. Do you mind?"
