Mirillian, don't come over here!
But just as he had this thought, with a cheer from the crowd before the city gate, the gate slowly opened. Knights bearing the flags of Saeolus were already leading the procession in.
A group of civilians, who had long admired the Duke of Silver, spontaneously began to scatter flower petals from their baskets, creating a spectacularly poetic scene for a moment.
Following the knights were a dozen muscular Barbarians, drenched in blood, looking like bears or panthers.
The cheerful cries of the Elves immediately turned into curses like "Zenasania."
It wasn't until the arrival of the imposing Duke of the Silver Wheel, Mirillian, on a tall white horse that the crowd gasped in admiration.
Because by Mirillian's side, there was an extraordinary presence.
A Silver Dragon whelpling!
Only, this Silver Dragon whelpling was excessively sturdy.
