Night had deepened.
In the snowy depths of Leize, the Black Oil Dragon Ross curled into a circle, sheltering the sitting Russell, who was preparing to sleep, underneath.
Unicorn Polly, in the form of the Mark of the Thunder Lord, was branded on Russell's forehead.
Harpies Hape stood alone outside, occasionally flying circles around the area, driving any knight who tried to approach away—The noise of the great battle had subsided, and the knights finally dared to come out to gather information.
"Everyone, go back. Her Excellency Hape has already conveyed Sir's orders; no one is to come closer to this place!"
Great Knight Mikael spoke loudly, dispersing the knights who were arriving one after another.
However, the knights did not leave immediately but gathered around, discussing the information each had gathered.
