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Springing from the dragon before he even touched the ground, the girl strode toward the knight with wide, heavy steps, the tip of her sword dragging across the earth as if she refused to spend an ounce of strength on a trivial inconvenience soon to be settled.

The disturber of peace stood in a confident, relaxed stance, without a trace of arrogance, and with no fear evident in him. A knight’s mantle hung from his shoulders, yet he wore no armor, and his sword remained sheathed.

“Greeti – » he began, only to be abruptly cut off as her blade pressed against his throat – firm enough to silence him, but not to cut. Frowning, she slowly examined the brave intruder.

“What did you see in him?” she asked the dragon sitting a short distance away, still studying the young man as if he were an object – ignoring his attempt to speak, his steady gaze, and even the slight lift at the corner of his lips, as though he were holding back a smile. There was not a flicker of embarrassment in her eyes, not a shadow of interest. Shifting the sword to his chest with its flat side, she shoved him to the ground with a sharp motion and immediately turned away.