"What?!"
Both Tillian and Yuraon exclaimed simultaneously, their shouting cutting through the room like a thunderbolt.
At last, Ahspid, who had been quiet all this time, attending to Bjarna's lifeless state, raised his head to the standing men and tried to explain,
"It all makes sense now. Writing over His Majesty's tattoos will cancel out the witch's writings. The princess's blood is the vessel for her inherent powers… Both dragon and mage. That is why she will have to use her blood to write. Or rather... erase the existing ones."
The word "dragon" escaping the mage's lips made Bjarna curl her lips into a subtle grin, a light orange glow enveloping her neck for a brief moment as if reacting to her inner thoughts.
'Dragon's blood… So this is why you made me sign the contract. Ahspid, you old liar, whatever are you scheming here?'
Ylva nodded, agreeing with Ahspid's words.
