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“A dragon…?”

“Why is a dragon in dwarven territory?”

“Tch, doesn’t matter. Carl, deal with this meddling lizard quickly—we still need to find the key.”

The man named Carl stepped forward.

In his grip was a long, blood-red staff, its top shaped like a severed claw, its fingers curled as if grasping something unseen.

A sinister aura pulsed from the weapon—one Rosvisser had never encountered before.

Not that it mattered.

Plenty of magic users wielded weapons enhanced by their own mana.

Over time, those weapons would mutate, taking on unique traits.

“I am Carl. We have no quarrel, Lady Dragon. I advise you to step aside and not interfere in our business.”

Compared to his loudmouthed companion, Carl was calm and measured in his speech.

But even with all his politeness, Rosvisser could hear the threat laced within his words.

“You’ve already harassed the dwarves multiple times, demanding something they clearly don’t have.”

“And now, you destroy their town and injure their people?”

Rosvisser lowered her stance into a combat posture.

“I don’t know what laws your kind follows—but in our lands, we call this an invasion.”

“…It seems there is no room for negotiation with you.”@@novelbin@@

Carl planted his staff into the snow.

A crimson ripple of energy pulsed outward, spreading in all directions.

“…Then I shall take your life instead.”

Immediately, the ground trembled.

Rosvisser glanced down, noticing how the once still snow

Began to shift and writhe, as if responding to some unseen force.

Then, in an instant—

Dozens of grotesque snow creatures burst from the ground,