"Ah~ what am I doing blabbering on?" Song chuckled, shaking his head as if realizing his own theatrics. "Sorry, my lady, I should tend to your injuries first..."
He moved to lift her.
But—Silent Night reacted.
Her hand trembled, instinctively reaching out to stop him, though she barely had the strength to push back. The effect of his words, his actions, still lingered in her mind.
She had misjudged the Obsidians.
The royal family had misjudged the Obsidians.
For so long, they had been branded as would-be traitors, a threat, an obstacle to the Empire's strength and could only be useful if they were under the direct control of the court. But standing here, injured and vulnerable, and witnessing how a noble dragon stood up for her— how could she deny the truth?
The Obsidians were not the enemy.