บท 300: I'm not a healer

Things that were happening made no sense. Absolutely zero sense.

'Maybe I should intervene,' Dante thought.

He didn't move up from his place.

The mage was sitting in a chair on the highest balcony of his palace. From here, he had an excellent view of the capital city and every place that was burning there.

Granaries, food market… Yes, the attacking ejderha and dragons knew what they were aiming for. They killed innocent human bystanders as well, but it felt more like an afterthought.

People screamed and spilled out in the streets. The guards could do nothing to stop the panic. For Dante, that was a sight that brought back some memories…

The embassy of the Kingdom of the Bear looked charred, too, but right now it was probably one of the safest places in the city. It was protected by Cael Oliveira, after all.

Dante would've cared more about this if the leader of the dragons didn't just casually destroy decades of his research.