Humans, orcs, and griffons… All the living beings surrounding the mausoleum quickly fell silent.

Six beings orbited the building around the mausoleum with their wings spread open.

Blazing.

Noble.

Upright.

Gentle.

Restless.

Solemn…

A spectrum of colors spread out from the six pairs of wings and embraced the night sky. It was as if the northern lights that unfolded in the deep north were brought onto the skies of the mausoleum.

Raven wasn’t sure if he was dreaming or if the sight in front of him was just an illusion. He stared at the six dragons slowly descending towards the mausoleum with an inscrutable expression.

“……”

No one dared to speak.

The six exalted creatures landed on the ground centering around Soldrake, each with their wings folded. The sight was so incredible that it seemed to blur the line between reality and imagination.

One couldn’t take in all six dragons within their line of sight because they were so massive.

The soldiers and orcs could do nothing but simply blankly stare up at one or two dragons.

[Is this the Queen’s new companion?]

A voice bellowed from one of the dragons and struck Raven’s ear. Raven shook himself back into reality and turned his head towards whom he thought had spoken.

A solemn black dragon, whose scales were colored darker than night itself, was looking down straight at him.

[That’s correct, Amuhalt. However, for what reason have the six guests come to my land uninvited? The pledge between the Pendragons and I should have nothing to do with all of you.]

[Of course, the Queen’s situation...