Dead or Rotten

"This barrier is as reliable as you said, Gala." Arthur smiled when he saw Neray's futile attempts to break the barrier. "Dia, shoot him down." 

"Do you have any idea who would come after you if you hurt him?" Dia looked at him with fear. "The Dragonair family would haunt you down even if it took down the Alva kingdom with it." 

Hearing her words, Arthur frowned and ceased his Bestial Order. If judging from the name, he was an heir of a dragon-family, then it would be troublesome indeed.

"Gala, can you take care of him?" 

"I thought you would never ask," Gala said, fearless. "I'm not afraid of his family, so I can punish him a bit for his arrogance." 

"I don't want enemies left and right." Arthur shook his head. "It's best if you don't hurt him. Can you achieve that?" 

"Fine." Gala pouted but still held a smile afterward. "It's a lot of fun to challenge the whole world, but I'm okay with following you, Seika."