Irene's heart thudded as the Commander jumped forward and put himself between the dragon and wizards. She wanted to shout for him to stop, considering knights were meant to protect their Duke—thoughts of needing to protect him since he wouldn't do it for himself were still fresh in her mind. They were her last memories before falling asleep, after all.
She couldn't say anything. One of the mages spoke first.
"Do you expect us to idly stand by when there's a bloodthirsty beast roaming the area?" An old mage stepped forward and removed his hood.
Bloodthirsty? Irene practically snorted. This is more of a dog than a dragon, they'll soon find.
She could only glare at the mage, noticing Siverly stand up the second the old man revealed himself. It must have been someone he knew.
Grandfather, Siverly noticed him right away.
