Chapitre 270: Deal With The Devil

After retrieving his shovel from his storage, Dean tirelessly dug for nearly half an hour, his movements unwavering and determined. Lady Aethelwyn, her eyes fixated on him, observed his actions intently. She couldn't help but wonder why Dean seemed to accept Gydal's answers without a hint of skepticism, his trust in the dragon unwavering. With her staff in hand, she briefly considered escaping but remembered the immense power and intensity of the aura that Dean carried her through to reach this place.

"I suppose I have no choice but to play along for now," Lady Aethelwyn thought to herself, resignation coloring her thoughts. She approached Gydal's lifeless body, but before she could make a move, she flinched and felt a shiver run down her spine when Dean's voice suddenly rose.

"Where are you going?" Dean, who had momentarily paused his digging, questioned Lady Aethelwyn, his focus completely on his surroundings.