"Grandpa?" Louis wondered. "Ah, I spoke with him the other day. He favors me greatly, but he seemed quite dismissive of the rest of you. He is happy that I work so hard to earn my power, while he appeared rather disappointed that all of you have grown complacent."
"…?!" Dralma asked in disbelief. "When did you ever speak with my father?!"
"I wonder if I could awaken my dragon power if I ate a dragon?" Louis rubbed his chin. "What do you think, Dralma? Ah, of course I won't do that. It was just a funny thought. So, to show your sincerity… Dragons can easily regenerate limbs, right?"
"…" Dralma nodded.
"Give me your wings, one of your arms, one eye, your horn, a few fangs… Oh, and a lung as well," Louis said. "Then we will become allies forever, and I swear upon my mother that I will remain your loyal ally."
"…?!"
Dralma stepped back, shaking her head.
