The Baroness mounted her horse.
Her movements were calm and precise. As if her armor, the saddle, and her body were a single unified whole. The moment she sat upright, a cold, heavy aura pressed down on the surrounding area.
The Baron was already ready again.
His bow was raised.
His breathing steady.
Lucas found himself frozen without realizing it.
Not at the battlefield. But at the sheer majesty of the Baroness's aura.
Metal, power, and dominance fused into one, as if erasing the presence of the gentle, caring mother she had been.
And at that moment, the Baron's earlier words echoed in Silvara's mind.
"Admirer of Myolvidaraz?"
Silvara looked at Kuyiras, already poised to attack, then back at the Baron, who stood prepared.
Did the Baron know? Did he know why the Dark Dragon Myolvidaraz destroyed my homeland back then…? Her thoughts drifted back to an old memory. The sound of her father's shout ordering her to run, wrapped in layers of defensive wind magic.
