Curse of the Blessing and the curses

Silva didn't want to endure White Fang's rage. He was a dragon, and no one yelled at him like that.

"To hell with your world! If the strongest in your world couldn't stand against a minion of Ragna, how will this bloody world survive?" Silva yelled back, his veins popping.

"That's not the point here, Silva. This war could have been avoided if you had told us about these people coming to you," Elaine said.

"Cut the crap, please! You think I tell everything I should? Huh? Then what about you? Why don't you tell us our fates, since you can see them, after all?

You know if we die or if we live, so why not spill the truth right here, so we know how to prepare?" Silva said.

"You know I can't do that, Silva," Elaine replied.

"Exactly, you can't, because the repercussions of telling us are massive, and so were mine. I couldn't just open my mouth and blab.