The only decision left at that moment was Silas's.
Trafalgar had no real problem with that. If the boy accepted, things would move easily enough. If he refused, the situation would become much harder, because leaving him here was no longer something Trafalgar could allow. Silas was not a normal child, and pretending otherwise would only make the danger grow quietly until it became impossible to hide.
He had seen what the Gluttony Dragon was capable of.
He also knew Caelvyrn.
That old dragon's strength was not normal even by the standards Trafalgar had already seen. There was a reason people called him the Wise Dragon, and if anyone could understand what Silas carried in his blood, it would probably be him.
'I could ask Caelvyrn to keep an eye on him,' Trafalgar thought. 'I doubt he would do anything to the kid.'
Sister Alena turned toward Silas.
