"H-hey." – said Warma as she approached the group.
"!"
"HOLD IT RIGHT THERE!" – shouted the saintess, commanding her group to prepare for combat.
"…"
"Warma…. I'm going to ask you one time and one time alone."
"Why the hell are you looking like this?" – said saintess, noticing that the wings of the angel dragon had become pure black and silver like, alongside her hair and even markings.
"You…. You have become a fallen dragon?!"
"Did you joined the Garog empire?!"
"No!" – shouted the dragon in desperation.
"It was….. My father disowned me…. After the failing to defeat the demon lord, he wanted me to go back to the heavens….. But I knew he was planning on just getting rid of me."
"I…..I needed to "fall" in order to escape and survive."
"B-but I'm not with the empire! They want me dead as much as my father!"
"…"
"Tch."
"She isn't wrong." – said saintess.
"But how did you find us?"
"One thing if you were still holy angel dragon, but now you are demonic dragon."
