Dahlia took another breath and straightened her shoulders.
"Okay," she said. "Then let me tell you what my clan actually is."
Everyone stayed quiet.
"My clan is one of the Grand Clans," Dahlia continued. "It's called the Draconia Clan."
A few eyes widened.
"Draconia?" Valtor repeated. "As in… dragons?"
Dahlia nodded. "Yeah. Dragon cultivators."
She pointed to herself. "So my real name is Dahlia Draconia."
Rynor whistled again. "Damn. That sounds strong."
Clara giggled. "Princess Dragon. That fits you way too well."
Garion crossed his arms, thinking. Then his eyes lit up slightly.
"…That explains a lot," he said.
Dahlia glanced at him. "What does?"
"The dragon-type potion," Garion replied. "The one I made from the Dragon Tongue Herb."
He looked genuinely interested now. "Back in that village, it worked unusually well on you."
He snapped his fingers once. "Now it makes sense."
Dahlia smiled faintly. "Yeah. I remember."
