บท 271: Pathetic

Dyon looked up toward the three-meter-tall woman who seemed intent on charging toward Ri as well. "I think it's best you stay out of this, my little feu glace isn't too happy right now. Your husband dug his own grave by questioning the decisions she makes."

Dyon flashed forward with his celestial movement technique, the faint ripples of space being left in his wake.

The white-haired girl's eye flashed with surprise, Dyon's swinging sword seemed to take up all of her senses.

"Liska, BE CAREFUL." The young man's voice boomed as Dyon's sword continued to swing downwards, but it was already too late.

Liska's eyes widened as she raised her arm up in defense, the sword cutting directly into her flesh.

"Interest…" Array's bloomed below Dyon's feet as he leaped backwards, watching as blue scales spread across Liska's arm.

'She's not a dragon… Something different?'