The others finally came to their senses, having completely forgotten what had happened before, only Miss Hilveld retained a sliver of memory, a touch of annoyance flickering through her pale blue eyes. However, the noble lady composed herself and smoothly adjusted a strand of hair on her forehead, acting as if nothing had happened.
By the time they reached this place, the moment for the team to part ways had come. Fortunately, they had mentally prepared themselves that morning, so the two young girls weren't a sobbing mess.
"Be careful," Atira solemnly reminded him, "Don't trust that dragon too much; they are all very sly and not trustworthy. Your own safety should always be in your own hands."
Fang Hong looked at the Elf Miss somewhat strangely, doubting whether she had been possessed by Miss Sicape. In his memory, the always affable Atira would not say such a thing.
