"Ugh..." Nerixa groaned softly as she slowly opened her eyes.
What greeted her was the unfamiliar ceiling of a cave.
"Where am I?" she asked weakly as she pushed herself into a sitting position.
She looked around and found herself in a fairly large cave. Light seeped in from her right, seemingly leading outside.
"Oh? You're awake already. I thought you wouldn't wake up so soon."
A playful voice came from behind her.
Startled, Nerixa turned around and saw Merlin walking toward her, carrying a bucket of water.
"Merlin Clay?" Her eyes widened. She quickly took a fighting stance and snorted, "Do you think I've lost? Don't count on it! I'll defeat you!"
Merlin: "..."
Are all dragons this stubborn, or is it just Nerixa?
Ignoring her stance, Merlin walked past her and placed the bucket of water on the ground.
"I'm not interested in fighting you. After all, you already lost earlier," Merlin said indifferently.
Those words felt like a knife stabbing into Nerixa's heart.
