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"Fafner, can you go down and take a look?"

"it is good."

The black dragon flapped its wings and flew towards the ground of Orleans.

Just like what Fafnir felt in the sky.

The city's interior was completely devoid of human presence.

also--

As they approached the ground, Ian in his human form and Fafnir in his dragon form sensed the same thing.

It's magic.

This city has a vast amount of magic.

Before they could figure out what was going on, several dark figures appeared in the sky above the city.

That is--

Several living dragons!

203. The Truth About Dragon Taming in England / The Trap in Orleans / Battle Between Dragons (4k)

Several giant dragons appeared in the sky above Orleans.

They have bodies as strong as Fafnir, and their huge wings can create a strong wind with every flap.

The silvery moonlight bathed the dragons' bodies, turning their originally yellowish-brown forms a pale white.

no doubt.

This is a dragon—the most powerful creature of this era.

For Ian, this was an unprecedented visual shock.

After all, in a sense, this was the first time the boy had seen a dragon other than himself.

but--

The shock lasted for less than a second before it vanished completely.

Because Ian realized a problem.

Whose dragons are these?

You carefully observe these dragons soaring through the sky.

You can sense that they share similarities with your own Dragon Mask, yet also have differences.

You realize that their appearance might not be a coincidence.

[Given your current location, a bad thought is creeping into your mind.]

Orléans, a city mentioned by Charles VII in an extremely urgent tone.

However, Ian could completely understand this anxiety.

Because Orléans is a fortified city located on the Loire River.

Once this place has completely fallen.

Then the English army would be able to advance down the Loire River and directly threaten Chinon, where Charles VII was located.

This paralyzed the entire Bourges region, which was eventually devoured.

In this way, France was truly a lost nation.

and so--

After appointing Joan of Arc as commander of the royal family, Charles VII hoped, almost pleadingly, that the saintly young woman would set off for Orléans as soon as possible.

And Joan of Arc certainly did not disappoint this trust—she won a great victory and reached the vicinity of Orléans in just half a month.

However, these are not things to consider when speculating about the origin of the dragon.

The only thing truly helpful in assessing the current situation is that "Orléans was the site of the battle between the English and French armies."

France could not possibly possess a dragon like that.

After all, if such a girl existed, Charles VII would not have needed to place his hopes on an illiterate girl from a rural northern village.

So--

There's only one answer left.

This is the dragon of England.

It's even quite possible that they were the same dragons that utterly thrashed the French army.

of course.

There might be another possibility – that these dragons came from the wild and, through a series of coincidences, appeared in the skies above Orleans.

However, even a normal person who uses only half of their brain to think about it would know that the probability of this happening is almost zero.

After all, dragons are not creatures that would willingly approach human cities.

You've confirmed that this is an English dragon.

A new question arises—why are they here?

You realize this might be related to the widespread magic lurking in Orleans.

However, there is one thing you can confirm at this time.

That means you're almost certain to have a fierce battle with them—because they're from England.

"Fafner... how strong is the opponent?" Ian asked about his Dragon Mask.

“Mongrel,” Fafnir replied directly.

“Mongrel?” Ian was confused by the word. “Fafner, what are you trying to say?”

Don't misunderstand it as anything else.

The black dragon raised its head and looked at the dragons flying in the sky illuminated by the silver moon.

"They are people with dragon faces, just like you."

"only--"

"They have probably lost their human form, and now only their dragon form is controlling their bodies."

You've figured out the truth behind the English people's ability to "control" dragons.

In this era of dragons and magic, your situation, like Fafnir's, is not unique.

But not everyone is willing to risk their life to separate their child's human face from their dragon face, like your mother was.

[And more likely, this magic trick that separates humans from dragons is perhaps only known to your mother.]

[In this way, any Englishman who has never been subjected to this magic but possesses a dragon's face will inevitably transform into a dragon at some point.]

This is also the ending Fafnir warned you about.

Because they are both English and dragon-like, they will naturally serve England.

But even after clarifying the truth, you felt no joy whatsoever.

[Because this implies that the opponent's strength might not be inferior to Fafnir's.]

"Shall we go now?"

Fafnir's voice pulled Ian back from his slightly pessimistic thoughts.

“Eh…” Ian hadn’t expected his Dragon Face to ask him to do this.

“Fafner, you…”

"Don't be surprised." A few sparks appeared at the corner of the black dragon's mouth.

"You are me, and I am you."

“We are of one mind.”

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"..."

Fafnir's words were exactly what Ian was worried about at that moment.

indeed.

If these really are England's "dragons," and I haven't managed to eliminate them here.

Then Joan of Arc would face an unprecedentedly dire situation.

Ian would never allow her to step into such a dangerous situation.

but--

If one were to confront these dragons directly, one would inevitably face danger first.

"Fafner, do you think we can win?"

"I don't know."

"But we don't have a choice, do we?"

"……Right."

The next moment, the dragon spread its wings and flew towards the sky illuminated by the silver moon.

With a piercing shriek, violent flames erupted from the dragon's mouth, which was filled with sharp teeth and fangs, and surged toward one of the English tornadoes in the center.

[Endless Fury + Activated: These dragons seem to have no idea how to use fire, and you realize this might be your only advantage.]

They probably never expected to be attacked at this time.

The English dragon, engulfed by flames, was knocked to the ground.

The rolling crimson waves burned back and forth on his body, soon turning him into a charred mess.

Before the other English dragons could react...