The soldiers groaned and stood up one by one at Nienna’s scolding.

It seemed that none of them died, but everyone had at least one or two bruises here and there. Some of them even had broken limbs, but everyone thought that it was a miracle that they managed to survive the storm of crazy tentacles.

“Opert, you saved all these soldiers! I thought wizards were lame, but you’re amazing!” Nienna exclaimed.

“...Thank you,” Opert said with a groan after crawling out of the pile of soldiers.

The Dragon Citadel was slightly tilted after coming to a stop. Opert spat out a bloody tiny horn in his mouth. The tiny red horn ended up breaking inside his mouth when he unknowingly clenched his teeth to brace for impact.

Nienna clicked her tongue at the sight.

“Dragon Citadel won’t be able to fly again, huh? It was kind of fun.”

“Thank you for worrying about my wounded mouth, General Nienna.”

“What about your mouth? Everyone gets a wound like that once in a while whenever they argue while drinking. What gets stuck in people’s mouths are broken tooth pieces, not a tiny horn. It’s better than that, isn’t it?”

Opert then heard Anya’s voice from behind.

“The Dragon Citadel won’t be able to fly again even if the horn is intact.”

Anya was walking out of the hallway. Nienna was surprised to see Anya’s pallid look and her injuries.

“Wait, what happened? Did you fall?”

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