Although the soldiers chasing after us worked quite hard, they were obviously destined to receive nothing for their efforts. Meanwhile, I was mainly focusing on how to calm down a certain dragon's anger rather than on how to find a path of escape. Otherwise, I'd be cleaning up piles of ashes.
Little Red's black hair was beginning to turn red, and her black eyes were turning red as well. It was quite evident that she was furious. If I didn't do a good job here, perhaps she'd be breathing dragon breath the very next second.
"Hey—hey—hey—Little Red, when we were adventuring together back in the day, I never knew you had such a bad temper. Weren't we all used to being chased like this?"
