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Something Left Behind

The gold petals and white light dissolved together to form a solid, cylindrical wall. Then, immediately afterward, it crumbled. The fragments gently melted, transformed into droplets, and crashed against the stone floor. When each one landed, it sent a small crimson splash into the air.

“…Crimson?”

Kaito tilted his head to the side in confusion. Then he noticed the second magic circle at their feet.

The blood it was comprised of was recoiling at Jeanne’s mana, causing it to bounce up off the ground. As a result, their surroundings were like a rain of light pouring atop a sea of blood.

After looking at the room he was in, Kaito furrowed his brow.

“Huh? Wait, don’t tell me this is…”

“Jeanne, you little… I must say, I was expecting we would arrive in the forest nearby. Why is it that you’re able to leap directly to my castle? When was it you interfered with my teleportation circle?”

Her skin still covered in burn marks from the Church’s shackles, Elisabeth crossed her arms.

They had all successfully arrived in the wide chamber beneath Elisabeth’s castle that sported her permanent teleportation circle. But teleporting directly to it wasn’t supposed to be possible for anyone who hadn’t themselves activated it previously.

Everyone turned to look at Jeanne. Her abundant golden locks shook as she tilted her head to the side.

“What are you talking about, miss? Why, you daringly left your castle exposed so as to invite attacks by the fourteen demons, did you not? Shit, you had openings everywhere! In other words, sending in a familiar to invade your castle and tamper with your teleportation circle was no grand undertaking. But hey, don’t sweat the small stuff!”

Her unabashed response earned her a murderous glare from Elisabeth. But it was true that, thanks to the fact that they’d traveled directly to the castle, their arrival had been quicker than they’d anticipated. Letting out a short sigh, Elisabeth started walking. Her heels clicked loudly as she went.

“Very well. I’m hardly pleased, but I shall overlook it this once. This once. Now then, let’s be off.”

“Um, Lady Elisabeth, we should treat your injuries first…”

Hina timidly called out to her. As she stopped in her tracks, Elisabeth’s harsh expression softened. But despite Hina’s frantic pleas, she just gently shook her head.

“How kind you are to the woman you once betrayed… No, no, stop looking at me with those teary eyes! It feels as though I’m kicking a puppy. I had no intention of being snide to you, Hina. What I was trying to say was that you needn’t worry, that I would cast healing magic myself later, when we have time to spare. Aye.”

“Wait…doesn’t that mean that if you were talking to me, you would mean it snidely?”

“How astute he is! I should surely think so. ’Tis your own fault for being so wholly unlovable. You’re a man; deal with it.”

“Well then, I’ll just have to praise Master Kaito so sweetly that it all balances out!”

“Uh… I dunno if ‘balances out’ is really the way you’re supposed to look at it…”

Despite the crisis situation they were in, the banter the three of them exchanged was light. Kaito took care to speak in the same glib manner as always.

By doing so, he managed to slowly but surely regain his lost composure. Eventually, he succeeded in shaking away the scene that had burned itself into his eyes.

My grieving isn’t gonna make things any better. We’ve gotta hurry, for Izabella’s sake, too.

“…Hmph, ’Tis time to cut the idle chatter. Let us be off in earnest. There’s no shortage of information we need to drag out of the Butcher, whether he gives it freely or not. And time is of the essence.”

Her words hinted at the possibility of torture. Elisabeth licked her scarlet lips, and Kaito quietly dashed after her.

They all ran out of the chamber. Groan-like noises echoed throughout the labyrinthine basement as they hurriedly made their way through it and on up the stairs to the first floor.

It was at that point that the Kaiser, who’d been dutifully accompanying them, paused. He raised his head high and sniffed at the air. Then, after shaking his head a few times, he let out a bored scoff.

“…Hmph, I thought as much. Already, eh?”

“What’s the matter, Kaiser?”

“You can’t tell, boy? I should think it’s a smell that you, too, would be familiar with.”

“Familiar…?!”

Then Kaito finally realized what was different. The rusty aroma of blood was wafting down the first-floor corridor. After sniffing at their surroundings some more, the Kaiser approached something hidden in one of the walls’ shadows.

When he realized what it was, a shock ran through Kaito. The Kaiser’s nose was right up against a large pool of blood. The supreme hound then poked at something dark sitting in the middle of the sea of red.

“This in particular. Its odor is like that of a demi-human, yet more mixed. What do you think, O unworthy master of mine? Surely you recognize it.”

The Kaiser let out a satisfied laugh, his expression hinting at ominous things to come. Kaito silently knelt down beside him. When he saw what his hound was pawing at, his face went white.

Resting half-submerged in the pool of blood was a scrap of tattered black cloth.

“…The Butcher.”

“Kaito, Hina, to my bedroom! Investigate the status of the Gibbet! Jeanne and Deus Ex Machina, go search elsewhere! You two are better at covering ground!”

“I have no objections, miss. We are at least twice as fast as you punks, after all.”

“Oh my, precious daughter of mine. Ignoring me?”

“You and the Kaiser, go search as well! And before that, the both of you need to muster up some determination! Especially you, Vlad, you deadbeat! You seem quite content to just sit there and do nothing!”

Vlad peevishly pouted upon receiving his orders and insults in the same breath. Like always, his expression was creepily innocent. He stroked his chin and crossed his long legs in the air.

“Hmm, given that you all are the ones who killed me, I’d say I’m contributing more than my share. Also, given that I’m quite literally dead, perhaps ‘deadbeat’ isn’t the kindest insult you could have chosen… Oh, I see—you’re choosing to turn a deaf ear to my complaints. Ah well, I suppose I can help you out with your investigation.”

Nobody present was paying any heed to his grievances; they’d all set off. Protest written across his face, Vlad floated on after Jeanne. The Kaiser, on the other hand, seemed to think it was none of his concern. He snorted, then vanished. Separating from the others, Kaito’s group made for the stairs to the second floor.

Kaito, Hina, and Elisabeth hurried through the oppressive cliff-top castle. Their footsteps echoed through the hall. Right before reaching the stairs, though, the three of them stopped in their tracks.

“…’Tis his handiwork, no doubt.”

“Yeah…”

Before them stood a blood-soaked suit of armor. It resembled the moving suits of armor installed throughout the castle, but just barely peering out from beneath the rusty bloodstains on its chest was a white lily coat of arms.

Elisabeth let out a murmur, her voice tinged with pity.

“Hello, transfigured paladin.”

“Uorrrgh, uorrr… Gah, graaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah… Blagh, blegh, blargh—”

Kaito and the others hadn’t done anything yet. But in spite of that fact, the blood spurted forcefully from the openings in the paladin’s helmet. It would appear that all the blood staining his silver armor had come from his own mouth.

Upon catching a glimpse of the man’s eyes through his helmet’s eyeholes, Kaito gasped. The man’s left eye had ruptured, and a number of pink sacs were dangling from his neck and pulsating. It looked like some sort of strange, parasitic plant was growing off him. But the truth was even more revolting. The sacs were made up of the man’s own engorged flesh.

“Uorrr… Ah, ah, ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!”

With a shout, the paladin hoisted up his weapon. They normally used swords, but his had been replaced with a crude battle-ax. It looked far too heavy for a normal paladin to wield properly.

Before charging at them, the paladin held his battle-ax directly at Kaito and the other two. Even in his current state, he was still making sure to pay respect to his foes.

“…!”

Kaito involuntarily bit down on his lip. Normally, that was a gesture one would perform with a sword. Perhaps due to haziness stemming from his hunger for pain, the paladin firmly believed himself to be holding a sword. It was, in a word, pitiful.

“Master Kaito…”

“Yeah, he’s beyond help.”

Even if they left him alive, there was no way to save people who’d undergone transformations like that. Kaito raised his arm, and Hina readied her halberd. But a cold voice spoke first, scoffing at the fact that they’d faltered even for a second.

“Gavel.”

GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOONG!

A solemn, bell-like noise rang out. A mass of crimson flower petals scattered magnificently through the air.

A massive iron hammer swung down from empty space, the very air trembling as it fell. The transformed paladin was crushed, armor and all. The hammer’s head was covered in brutal-looking thorns, causing it to resemble a meat tenderizer as it flattened the man from the head down.

An invisible hand lifted up the Gavel’s short handle. An unsettling sticky noise accompanied it.

Crimson lines gently stretched up, then snapped. Beneath the hammer, iron plates and human flesh were all flattened into one. It made for a spectacle so far removed from the man’s original form that the action seemed retroactively less cruel.

“Hmph.”

Elisabeth snapped her fingers. The iron hammer transformed into a cloud of petals, then vanished. All that remained was a horrid, incomprehensible pile. It made a squelching sound as Elisabeth trampled it underfoot.

Ascending the stairs, she let out a low murmur.

“Hurry.”

“…Got it.”

She spoke but a single word, and Kaito’s response was similarly concise. After stepping over the pitiful corpse spread out before the staircase, the three of them resumed running. On their way, they encountered two more transfigured paladins and dispatched them just as quickly.

Having disposed of everyone in their path, the three of them then dashed through the corridor where high windows cast ominous designs on the floor.

Eventually, Elisabeth’s bedroom came into view. Kaito felt a shiver go across his body as he ran. A terrible scene surely awaited them there, as the door was wide open and the floor around it was covered in blood.

“Butcher!”

“Mr. Butcher!”

As Kaito and Hina shouted, Elisabeth stepped wordlessly into the room.

What greeted them was an overwhelming silence.

It was quiet in the room. Quiet and still.

Ever since a demon had broken in, the window’s slatted shutter had been left broken. A faint light streamed down onto the vacant floor. The spots where the plain yet refined bed and dresser had once been were now devoid of furniture. They’d gotten caught in Elisabeth’s battle with the Butcher and destroyed.

The only thing left was the knife-ridden map on the wall. That and the tall, narrow metal cage hanging from the ceiling—the Gibbet, one of Elisabeth’s summoned torture devices.

Kaito looked up at the iron cage in silence. It was empty. The Butcher was nowhere to be seen.

“Elisabeth…”

“…Hmm.”

Elisabeth snapped her fingers. Its chain rattled, and the cage landed on the floor.

The first thing she did was deliberately inspect the cage door. Kaito watched her work from the side. After running her finger across the scratch marks left on the lock and confirming their direction and shape, she nodded.

“These marks came from within. It would seem the Butcher opened the cage on his own, then fled.”

“You’re saying that he wasn’t removed by force? Could Mr. Butcher be all right, then?”

“No, there’s no way… Something definitely went down after he broke out.”

Kaito turned to look back toward the bedroom’s entrance. Drops of blood were scattered about by the doorway. And not only were there grotesque paladins prowling the castle grounds, there had been a scrap of black cloth floating in the pool of blood back on the first floor.

There was no way the Butcher was unharmed. Elisabeth sighed, as though agreeing with Kaito’s fears.

“I can probably surmise what happened. After breaking out of the cage, he had the poor fortune of running into those paladins. They probably brought a fair number of men here with the intention of capturing me on my return from the underground tomb. There were doubtless priests among them to activate my shackles, to boot. After capturing the Butcher, though, they returned to their headquarters. That gives us our reason why none of the ones we faced were in any state to fight.”

Upon hearing Elisabeth’s hypothesis, Kaito nodded. It was true that all the paladins they’d encountered had already been half-dead. The assembled manpower had been too half-assed to conduct any sort of proper purge. It seemed likely that the only ones left behind were those who’d had a poor affinity for demon meat and were on the verge of death.

Even though they weren’t as sure of it as Jeanne, the Church was probably looking for the Apostle, too… So it makes sense that they took the Butcher back to their headquarters with them.

“You mean to say that Mr. Butcher has been captured? The Church is… Oh?”

“What’s wrong, Hina?”

“My beloved Master Kaito, my dear Lady Elisabeth, what might that be?”

Forgetting how worried she was, Hina sounded flabbergasted. Kaito and Elisabeth turned toward the direction she was pointing. Something had been placed in the room’s blind spot, arranged so that the Gibbet would draw one’s attention in its place.

Upon seeing it, the two of them squinted in unison.

“That’s…”

It had a preeminent presence to it, which made the fact that it had evaded their attention for so long even odder. Once they saw it the first time, though, it was thereafter impossible to ignore.

Sitting on the floor was a massive slab of bone-in meat. It was so impressive, it practically deserved fanfare.

“’Tis meat.”

“Yup, that’s meat.”

“It’s meat, isn’t it?”

Despite themselves, all three of them said the obvious. The paladins had sunken into madness, so it made sense that they’d overlooked it. But its very presence was such that Kaito and the others couldn’t help commenting on it.


The three of them cautiously approached the meat. The closer they looked, the odder its countenance seemed to be. Kaito and Elisabeth exchanged a glance, then started elbowing each other in the side.

“Go on, then, Kaito. You’re the one with the wife, so why don’t you show her how manly you are, eh?”

“Oh, no, no, I wouldn’t dream of denying the opportunity to check it out to my world-famous master in action.”

“Allow me, then. As your intrepid maid, I shall go forth and investigate the meat! I’m off!”

““No, no, no, no, no, no, no.””

Kaito and Elisabeth both reached out, determined not to foist the task off on Hina. By sheer coincidence, Elisabeth’s fingers reached it quicker. She tutted at Kaito as she hoisted up the meat.

Then something about the sensation of grabbing the bone gave her pause.

“Hmm? ’Tis…loose? Perhaps… Rrrrrrrrrrr, rah!”

“Yikes!”

With a loud pop, Elisabeth yanked the bone free from the meat. When she did, something fell out from within and clinked against the ground. She picked it up and held it in front of her eyes. It was a slab of metal, twisted into an intricate shape. Even though it was covered in grease, it still sparkled. After pondering its design, Elisabeth tilted her head to the side.

“Some kind of key, perhaps?”

“Yeah, and there’s something on the side, right? Look—there.”

Elisabeth turned the key over as Kaito had instructed. One of her eyebrows shot violently up.

The words beloved dragon no. 2 were etched on its soiled metal surface.

“That’s…”

“Familiar words, indeed.”

Kaito and the others began whispering among themselves. Whatever it was, it probably had something to do with the dragons the Butcher kept. And keys were, by nature, designed to open things. As he considered those facts, Kaito remembered something else as well.

Oh yeah, Elisabeth knows where the Butcher lives.

Elisabeth had sent Hina on an errand there once, and on another occasion had brought golems and ice spirits there as a gift. The Butcher had many clients, albeit most of whom he’d probably picked for their lack of knowledge regarding the Apostle. Of them, though, the number who knew where he lived was likely quite small.

In fact, Elisabeth might well be the only one.

Elisabeth tossed the key in the air. Before it could fall, she snatched it back up.

“After we reconvene with Jeanne and the others, we’re heading for the teleportation circle. We make for the Butcher’s residence.”

“Got it.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

Kaito and Hina nodded. Without another word, Kaito began pondering.

The Butcher had definitely left the key there on purpose. It was impossible to know whether his intentions had been benevolent or malicious. Even so, though, Kaito wanted to believe.

Maybe this will let us change something.

Kaito couldn’t help but wish for it as he thought back on the Butcher and the pleased way in which he would tell his tall tales.

The Butcher’s residence was home to no small share of danger. Specifically, it was in the deep heart of a vast, dark, remote forest. Nobody dared harvest its rare herbs and ores, and the closest human settlement was on the other side of a mountain. Thanks to that, the forest had been able to avoid human exploitation. As a consequence, monsters and man-eating plants thrived within its confines. It had long since become a place where no human dared tread.

However, everyone in their group had, in some sense, transcended humanity.

Kreeeeeeeeeeeeeeee! Kree—

A strange noise erupted as a tangle of ivy made to take a bite out of Elisabeth’s head, but she ripped it in two with her bare hands. Its death wail was a sound no plant should ever make. As she tossed the ivy aside, Elisabeth sighed.

“Hmm, none of them poses much threat, but they do make it unpleasant to walk. ’Twould have been far more convenient if we could have but leaped there directly.”

“It’s set up so that you can only teleport as far as the forest entrance. It was like that when I came here, as well.”

“Huh. I wonder if the Butcher set it up that way in preparation for when we all found out his secret.”

Kaito’s voice was soft. “Nay, I suspect he merely wasn’t thinking at all,” groaned Elisabeth in reply. Beside them, Hina shouted, “Don’t you dare get near them, you insolent lout!” at a poisonous moth as she bisected it down the middle.

Leading the group was Deus Ex Machina, which had returned to being a steel titan and was currently trampling some howling plants underfoot. The chains on Jeanne’s wrists jingled as she gracefully followed after it. Vlad gently drifted along behind.

They all marched in silence, the only noises the gyaaahs and arrrghs of their would-be hunters. Eventually, though, they reached a clearing and stopped.

A fancy hut towered before them. It was so impressive, it practically deserved fanfare.

“……………………………It’s a mushroom.”

“It would appear to be a mushroom, yes.”

“Aye, and a toadstool, at that.”

“Hmm? Why, where is the meat? I must say, abandoning the sense of cohesion strikes me as a crime against aesthetics.”

Kaito was aghast, Hina merely nodded, Elisabeth was exasperated, and Vlad leveled a characteristically obtuse complaint.

Erected before them was a completely round house. Its red roof was the very image of a mushroom’s cap, and it was even mottled white. It was abundantly clear that the building was modeled after a mushroom—more specifically, a toadstool.

And at the bottom of the stalk was an adorable little round door.

Kaito grabbed its handle and pulled. However, the door refused to budge. It must have been locked. Elisabeth prompted him to move aside, then raised one of her shapely legs into the air and let out a casual shout.

“Hi-yah!”

“Welp, there she goes!”

Elisabeth had let loose a magnificently bold roundhouse kick. The door shattered. Inside, though, nothing seemed particularly amiss. While it was true that the massive chopping block, assorted knives, hand-operated saw, and miscellaneous hooks made the house seem a good deal more dangerous than the average merchant’s, given the vast array of meats the Butcher dealt in, it all fell within reasonable expectations. Suspecting that the room had more to hide, Kaito and the others got to work searching it.

Vlad alone stood motionless, still floating in the air. Kaito turned back to lodge a complaint.

“Vlad, c’mon. I know you can’t touch stuff, but you could at least try to help out.”

“I’m afraid I can’t, my dear successor. I’m rather preoccupied, you see, trying to figure out why the area around these shelves is the only place free of dust.”

“…Huh.”

“I see. I guess the dead guy ain’t a deadbeat after all.”

Vlad smiled, and Jeanne called Deus Ex Machina over. It moved the shelves aside with great ease. A secret door was installed beneath them. When they opened it, they discovered a staircase leading underground.

Nerves on edge, the group descended. At the bottom, they discovered what had once been an underground lake now being used as a storehouse.

A vast number of stone sheds were lined up atop the parched earth. Despite their master’s absence, golems and ice spirits were diligently managing the meat within.

There was nothing strange about that, either. And there certainly didn’t appear to be anything related to the Saint in there.

It feels like the nasty stuff we learned was all just a bad dream or something.

As doubts started creeping through Kaito’s mind, though, Hina started waving her hand about and shouting.

“Master Kaitooo! There’s another set of stairs leading up over here!”

Apparently, she’d found a different set of stairs than the ones they’d come down on. But given that they hadn’t found anything so far, the group’s expectations as they ascended were low. Upon opening the wooden door at the top, they saw dim light flooding forth.

Kaito popped his head out through the doorway. They were surrounded by trees. It was probably a backyard of some sort.

“Hey, over there!”

Then amid the dazzling light and vivid shades of green, Kaito spotted it.

“Ahhhhhh! Ahhhhhhh! Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh! I’m gonna faaall!”

“Don’t worry, Master Kaito! I have your hand firmly in my grasp! Even if every gear in my body should stop, I will never let you go! Or would it be better if we simply traded places?”

“Nope, that’s a no-go! If we think about it rationally, I’m just as likely to fall from up there, so it works out better for both of us for you to keep supporting me like this, but that doesn’t change the fact that it’s scary as shiiiiiiiiit!”

“Seeing you so scared is so heartrendingly cuuuuuuuuuuute!”

A strange shout erupted from Hina. They’d been in so many nerve-racking situations recently, she must have finally snapped. As she swayed and squirmed, Kaito’s legs were left practically floating in midair.

Furthermore, the two thin black wings beside him were flapping fiercely through the air. Each time they did, Kaito had to expend mana to maintain his stamina and avoid getting sent flying.

Below him, the forest spread out in every direction. The trees behind him vanished in a sea of green as they receded into the distance.

Currently, Kaito and the others were riding atop a majestic red dragon.

Upon leaving the Butcher’s house behind them, they’d taken to the skies.

It had all started a few hours prior. When they’d entered the Butcher’s backyard, they’d been met by three dragons. The first was the steel dragon that had previously brought Hina to the Capital. The second had been a female with four wings and a long, slender crimson body. According to Jeanne, it was called a “red dragon.”

The moment they’d used their key to unlock her collar, she’d begun violently flapping her wings.

They hadn’t been afforded a moment of hesitation. Jeanne, who seemed to have expected this development, had elegantly mounted the dragon’s saddle. Elisabeth followed after and reclined atop the dragon’s back. And bringing up the rear had been Hina, who’d grabbed the startled Kaito by the arm and jumped on board last.

Naturally, a red dragon’s body was tapered at the rear. In other words, there was basically nowhere viable to sit near her backside. As a result, Kaito had been wailing the entire time since.

An exasperated shout came from Elisabeth, near the front.

“Enough of your whining, Kaito! You’re immortal! Even if you do fall, you’re sure to survive!”

“Hell no, I’m not falling for that! I know full well that enough blood loss will make my soul fade away! I’m freaking out over here, and the bumpiness isn’t helping!”

“Your grumbling really is getting irritating, mister. Why don’t you make like a corpse and shut the hell up.”

“You’re sitting in the saddle; you’re in no position to talk!”

Kaito put forth no shortage of effort in making his objections known. Jeanne’s honey-blond locks fluttered in the air as she feigned ignorance.

Deus Ex Machina was no longer by her side. It was ill-equipped for long flights, so she’d temporarily dismissed it. Vlad, who was floating beside Kaito, gave a light chuckle.

“Well, well, well, my dear successor, it seems that you’re growing accustomed to the skies. And isn’t that what’s really important here?”

“Shut up! …But I, uh, I guess it’s not as bad anymore…”

Still trembling, Kaito caught a glimpse of the ground below.

The forest looked like a vast, vibrant green swath. Beastfolk, demi-human, human—it was impossible to tell whose territory they were above. Looking down on it from the sky, he felt land-ownership rights seemed almost petty and irrelevant.

The red dragon’s body weaved back and forth as she continued her flight. It was unclear where their destination was, but she clearly seemed to have one in mind. Her speed was steady, and she showed no signs of being lost.

Then the landscape below them started to change. The forest came to an end and was replaced by a series of houses and buildings that looked as small as toys. Then they, too, were replaced with a sandy yellow desert. As he gazed off into the distance, Kaito felt his breath catch in his throat.

Far away, he could make out a vast body of water, sparkling as radiantly as though it had fragments of glass sprinkled atop it.

“You’ve gotta be kidding. We’re gonna cross the ocean?”

“At this rate, it seems she intends to leave the very continent.”

Elisabeth sat up. Her voice carried an understandable hint of tension to it.

At some point, the air had taken on a different quality. It had previously been dry and parched but was now rife with moisture and the smell of the sea.

The ocean was approaching faster than they could blink. Then the red dragon soared over the glittering sea.

A gust of conspicuously fishy wind lapped at their cheeks. A flock of seabirds let out alarmed cries, then flew off. A line of white sailboats ran atop the waves.

At that point, the sun started sinking beneath the horizon line. The waters burned a vivid red.

The light was the shade of ripe fruit, and it scorched its way into Kaito’s retinas. The majesty and splendor of it all took hold of his eyes and soul. It was a landscape he’d never gotten the chance to see in the closed-off life he’d lived before.

Anxious as he was as to the nature of the red dragon’s destination, an uncharacteristic surge of excitement ran through him.

Riding a dragon through the skies, huh… Man, just look at how far I’ve come!

“Hmm. I’ll admit to not knowing why I know, my dear successor, but I think I have an inkling of where this dragon is heading.”

“W-wait, for real, Vlad? Then where—? Ahhhh!”

Upon hearing Vlad’s assertion, Kaito had turned his head to one side in earnest.

The moment he had, though, the red dragon had charged headfirst into a cloud. His sight stolen away from him, Kaito let out another yelp, at which an emotional voice called out, “Master Kaito, you’re so cuuuuuute!” Beyond the pale white of the cloud, Vlad quietly murmured his response.

“The World’s End, in all likelihood.”

At that moment, Kaito recalled something he’d once heard.

It’s a nonsensical little fairy tale, and one that’s gone on for a very, very long time.

Having first gotten atop a red dragon’s back, it would appear that they were now heading to a land straight out of a story.



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