Warhammer: Return of the Dragon.

When Catherine walked out of the royal court, her exquisite silk dress was covered in sweat.

The Phoenix King's attitude was very friendly, but that didn't mean there was no pressure when Catherine approached.

That will that was as cold as fire watched the visitor's every move like an absolutely indifferent authority. Hidden within the calm appearance was an irrepressible rage.

The dragon and the phoenix... the former is violent and fierce by nature, while the latter is cold and mysterious, and all of this is reflected in the Phoenix King.

A veiled Kislev maid came close to Katerina and whispered, "Princess, don't show weakness..."

In fact, the person who said this was under a lot of pressure. As personally selected guards, their perception was very sharp.

As soon as I took the first step into the royal court, I felt countless pairs of eyes staring at me. Cold, bloodthirsty, furious, silent... all kinds of different auras came from the eyes of guards dressed in different clothes.

The maid had a feeling that the Phoenix Court's guards alone could easily capture Kislev City...

Kislev and his group waited in the side hall for some time until Phyllis, wearing a plain white printed long dress and elf sandals, appeared.

Phyllis smiled and fiddled with the girl's long, smooth hair as Katerin looked stiff. "Katerin... can I call you that?"

"Of course, but I don't know who you are yet?" Catherine said cautiously. Judging from the way the maid and the Phoenix King had whispered to each other just now, she must be deeply trusted.

"Me? I'm just a maid of the Phoenix King. My family has some reputation in Caledor. You can call me Phyllis...sister."

Phyllis speaks Kislevite very well. As the shadow of the Phoenix King, she knows most of the mainstream languages ​​of the Old World. For intelligent elves, the biggest difficulty in learning a language is to let go of the prejudice in their hearts, rather than the difficult tongue-twisting pronunciation.

The familiar emphasis made Katerin like her even more. Even though her long hair was being fiddled with, her body was no longer as tense as before.

"Sister Phyllis, may I ask how long it will take me to return to Kislev if I study with Lord Belannaar?"

"So eager to leave Ulthuan?"

This is a fatal question, but Katerin knows how to answer it: "The motherland needs me."

"At least ten years. Lord Belanna is very strict with his students. If you want to graduate in a short time, your swordsmanship, magic, and knowledge must at least reach the average level of his students."

"Average?"

Phyllis, who was concentrating on braiding Mao Mei's hair, answered casually: "Half of the members of the Grand Mage Council are from Belanna's school, which means that you must at least pass the review and rating of the Grand Mage.

As for swordsmanship... refer to the magic swordsman."

Ten years...is that enough?
Catherine couldn't help but suspect that the level of elven spellcasters was basically in two different dimensions from that of humans. The mages who were regarded as guests of honor by humans might not have as much magical talent as an old farmer in Ulthuan.

With such deep doubts, Catherine, who had two pigtails, was brought to the Dragon Palace by Phyllis.

The first person he saw was not Belannaar, but Draknir, the current Prince of Caledon Dragon.

In line with his father's attitude, Draconian also stroked his chin and looked at the furry girl in front of him who was wearing elf costume.

Assuming that Mao Mei couldn't understand the Elven language, the Dragon Prince asked Phyllis, who was fiddling with palace decorations, "Phyllis, everyone knows that you have always wanted to give your father a child. I support this. After all, most people originally believed that if your father had come to his senses earlier, you would have been a princess...

But you can't afford to dress Katerina in the clothes of the Archibald family, since you don't have any children. "

The dark blue dress that Katerin was wearing might be somewhat similar to the style of Kislev, but the fine silk threads faintly visible on the shoulders outlined a line of elven runes.

The dragon of dusk and sunset.

Phyllis blinked her eyes and pretended to be honest: "Draconil, what are you talking about? I just gave Katerin my old clothes to wear. How can it be related to my family?"

Draconian was somewhat speechless. Because there were too many issues involved, it was difficult to find an elf to raise as a child, so he targeted the hairy lolita from Ulthuan...

Is this the royal court's attempt to win over Kislev's emotions, or is this Phyllis's personal move...

"Forget it, whatever you want...but Mr. Belanna is now in the Dragon's Spine Mountains and has no energy to guide Katerin's studies."

Phyllis picked up a bunch of Aurora flowers she had never seen before and said nonchalantly, "Then it's your turn."

"I have things to do too..." Draconian was in no mood to instruct Mao Mei, but since she had been sent to the Dragon Palace, there must be a reasonable arrangement, otherwise it would ruin the reputation of the owner of the Caledonian house.

Phyllis narrowed her eyes and smiled maliciously: "As for Lord Masno, the war in the north is gradually subsiding. He will definitely have time to teach Catherine swordsmanship... When your child is born, Lord Belanna will definitely teach him magic. Wouldn't it be better for Catherine to learn with the little prince?"

After glancing at the furry girl Loli a few times, Draconian thought carefully and decided that this idea might work.

"Then let's throw it to Masno and arrange for personnel to serve. The environment in Naggarond is no less favorable than Kislev."

Phyllis covered her mouth and smiled, reminding the current Dragon Prince: "Your Highness, that is Tar Ansena, the most remote city under your rule."

Draconir shook his head and said nothing. He just wanted to get rid of Catherine as soon as possible. It would be best if she didn't appear in the Dragon Palace during these four months.

So the little girl who had been listening in on the whole process, followed Prince Caledor's experienced teleportation spell and came to Naggaroth, where the climate was not much different from that of her hometown, with a confused look on her face.

When the champion warrior came in front of Masno in a dark blue heavy robe, he couldn't help but take a few more glances at him.

If it was just the Tsarine of Kislev, he would consider Her Majesty's face and teach her some martial arts, but he would certainly not teach her real skills.

But when the princess wearing the Dusk Sunset Dragon Inscription came, Masno reluctantly agreed, for the sake of his old friend, and also for Catherine's outstanding talent as a frost witch, who might be a good material.

So when a sword was thrown in front of Catherine by Masno, Princess Kislev was completely confused. Am I looking for death by asking me to fight against the legendary Azure Fury?

In the story of Kislev, Masno, who holds the ice-blue holy sword, is even more legendary than the Snow Queen.

No matter how disgusted Catherine was with the elves at first, she had to admit that the cold-blooded dragon prince killing demons in the mural was actually the incarnation of Ersun.

Masno's face was tense, and his training sword was stained with a layer of blue frost. He said to the bewildered Catherine: "Pick up the sword and prove that you have the talent and determination to inherit my swordsmanship." (End of this chapter)