The unpleasant, grating sound of metal shackles scraping against dragon scales filled the air, accompanied by the musty smell of mold. Even in the pitch-black cell without any light, the jade-colored vertical pupils could clearly see the stains on the walls.
Damp, dark, cramped, suffocating.
It was just like the nest she lived in when she was young.
But at least there were no vicious wolves around, wanting to rip her apart, and she was no longer as helpless as she was in her youth, with soft and fragile scales.
"Do you plan to keep watching me like this? Isn't it boring?"
The Duke of Spades, sitting outside the cell, looked up at the girl whose limbs were all shackled:
"I think a real green dragon deserves my personal supervision, let alone the fact that you are the daughter of the Evil Dragon Shana."
Perseis snorted:
"If you know, then why imprison me?"
The Duke of Spades said:
