My brows pinched as I assessed Donald’s face for any hint of deceit. At that moment, I wished that Miu had stayed by my side—the dragon would have been able to sniff out the truth instantly.
“Whispers in Tezeva surrounding the vanished dragon egg have even made their way here. The rumors speak of the Witch of Laurent, who has influenced the beast already. The dragon has even dared to lay siege on the imperial palace,” Donald continued fearfully.
“Really?” I murmured, muffling a smile. There was indeed some truth to the rumors. I wondered what his reaction would be if he knew that the very dragon he spoke of with such fear was currently circling the skies around his mines, with its master sitting right in front of him.
“The curious timing of the dragon’s emergence directly aligns with the vanishings,” he continued.
