As Fafnir expected, Dante enjoyed the honey cake. Though he felt sadness for not being able to eat it by himself, he satisfied himself by eating a few spoons of sugar.
Fafnir was now sitting on Elizabeth's shoulders, his fingerless small hands holding her head firmly for support.
His job now was simply listening and observing to give Dante all the information, though the sharp gazes he was receiving from the guards were a bit annoying.
Being able to learn about the world while being in the forest was a welcoming thing in his current situation. Seeing the brutal video-like scroll showed him that Uldor's reputation wasn't for nothing, unlike the dragons who were slandered instead.
After a few minutes, the first important figure arrived.
"Oh, it's a saintess!"
At the entrance of the hall, a beautiful woman with scarlet eyes with star-like pupils and short hair with the same color arrived.
