บท 590: The Walking Catastrophe

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As the Dwarven King Dainn felt concern over his choices, and the grim future ahead, he was visited by his dear daughter. Who seemed just as worried as him, her blue eyes seemingly looking quite worried.

"Father… I know they managed to defeat one of the Great Dragons, but are you sure they can just defeat all four of them?" She asked.

"Brisingra, are you doubting Lady Planta and her allies?" King Dainn asked.

"I… am not doubting their strength. I read through their intentions with my eyes, yet I couldn't find a hint of malice, nor lies within their words…" Brisingra sighed. "Yet… I think they might be too hopeful. Depending on Players to save our Kingdom is…"

Brisingra wasn't just a normal Dwarf, her mother was actually an Elf Mystic, who wandered the world alone. However, in her last years of her long lifespan, she settled down in this city of dwarves, no less.