Several minutes later, Deceitful Bloom and BS Rita halted in their tracks, looking at the figure standing atop a large tree in the distance.
Crimson eyes, red wings, and wind-blown red curls.
Unlike the ever-sharp SS Maple Syrup, the Maple Syrup before them seemed almost groggy, slouched against the tree trunk, holding a wooden pipe.
Her attire—a loose, bathrobe-like white gown embroidered with dull maple leaf patterns, paired with a black belt at her waist—gave off a relaxed, almost careless aura.
"Ah, ah?"
The voice came from a miniature dragon that had unexpectedly popped out from under Deceitful Bloom's hood.
