"Before I answer that question," a Black Dragon emerged, its massive body blocking the sunlight and casting a shadow over Ahtal and the white-haired Lolita.
He lowered his head, gazing intently at the humans before him.
"You are an enemy of the Dragon Kingdom, are you not?"
"Of course." Xi Mu sized up the dragons encircling him, noting that their gazes did not carry deep hostility, but rather a sense of anticipation.
He casually flicked the Great Sword of Death.
"The scent of the Dragon's Curse on me should be quite clear, right?"
"Very clear!" The Black Dragon bared its ferocious teeth, and its breath grew more turbulent, "Ahtal, how about we make a deal?"
Xi Mu smiled, "I'll give you a few moments to speak."
"..." The Black Dragon turned its malevolent gaze upon the white-haired Lolita, not particularly caring about the beloved Dragon Princess, adorable though she was. To him, her cuteness was merely that—cuteness.
When it came to freedom, cuteness was trivial.
