Whatever kind of being one might be, believing oneself impossible to kill was rather arrogant—even for a demon dragon. Yet when Natiaveda said something so arrogant, her tone sounded as though she were merely stating a fact.
“How impressive. You really think you can never die, do you? Have you forgotten—”
The large earthenware jar in Leif’s arms kept shaking and banging violently. Mr. Leander, submerged in the water inside it, found the conversation between the two unbearable and had been protesting nonstop.
“When we first met, you were on the verge of death. If I hadn’t been there,...
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