Just as the Six-Winged Dragonhawk was about to vanish into the distance, General Leon was on the verge of deciding to go all-out and take it down with brute force.

At that moment, a silver figure soared into view. Leon and Noa looked up to see Sherry in her dragon form.

“Your Highness, Princess Noa, leave the dragonhawk to me. You both can rest,” Sherry said, her voice steady.

“No, Sherry, let’s handle this together,” Noa interjected firmly. “Some things need to be done personally to have meaning, right, Dad?”

Leon chuckled and nodded. “You’re quick to learn, aren’t you?”