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Nearly half a month has passed since we set out from Chinon.

During this period of time, the French troops had captured several cities in succession, as if they were in an empty land.

On the other hand, England not only failed to organize any effective counterattack.

Instead, they retreated all the way along the Loire River to the vicinity of Orleans.

Although there may be a difference in morale, it seems a bit too fast no matter how you think about it.

Things don't seem to be going so smoothly.

【You told Jeanne about your concerns. 】

[As your lover and sister, she naturally wouldn't doubt what you said.]

【However, her opinion seems to differ from yours. 】

"Brother...I know what you mean."

Jeanne looked at her brother in front of her with sincere eyes.

"But--"

"We've come all the way here... we can't just turn back, right?"

"In this case, wouldn't the Prince's trust in us be wasted in the moment of retreat?"

Looking at his sister's determined eyes, Ian knew that she would not change her strategy of pursuing across the river.

but--

He also understood that this was indeed something that could not be changed.

After all, if we stop moving forward at this moment.

Not only will the morale that has been built up with great difficulty suffer a severe blow, but the trust accumulated during this period of time will also disappear.

"Well... let's advance cautiously then."

"Don't worry, brother, I will."

[Of course, you haven’t put aside your concerns.]

[You know you have to find out the situation in Orleans in advance - you don't want your sister to take any risks.]

[Fortunately, this city is not far from where you are stationed. ]

[You decide to transform into a dragon at night and check the situation on the spot.]

late at night.

In a forest far away from the military garrison, Ian once again took off the pendant from his neck and held it tightly.

A black mist surrounded the young man.

The next moment, the dragon spread its wings and soared into the sky.

"Pierre...is it for your sister again?" asked the Dragon Face.

"Yes!" Ian answered without hesitation.

"Fafnir, we have to go to Orleans first. That's where Jeanne will lead the army to provide support."

"We have to find out what's going on over there first!"

"..."

The black dragon's eyes flashed red.

"understood."

"but--"

"I don't know the way. If you fly to the wrong place later, remember to remind me."

"Yes, I will."

A very clear line was drawn in the night sky.

The soaring dragon arrived near Orleans at an unimaginable speed.

"Fafnir, can you see what's going on down there?"

"Yes." The dragon lowered its head slightly.

"but--"

Fafnir hesitated.

"There is no one in this city...

Hearing this, Ian was stunned.

"nobody?"

"Yes." Fafnir responded.

"In the city of Orleans—there is not a soul."

"What?" Ian's head was suddenly shaken by this shocking fact.

But he quickly reacted.

Maybe there was a massacre in the whole city - that's why there are no survivors.

"What about the body? There should be a body, right?"

"Neither." Fafnir quickly denied this statement.

"At least I can't see it now."

You realize something is wrong.

【According to Charles VII, this should be the area besieged by the English. 】

[But now there is no information about the person - even the corpse no longer exists. ]

[This situation is too abnormal.]

"Fafnir, can you please go down and take a look?"

"it is good."

The black dragon flapped its wings and flew towards the ground of Orleans.

Just like what Fafnir felt in the sky.

The interior of the city is completely devoid of human presence.

also--

As they approached the ground, Ian, the human face, and Fafnir, the dragon face, felt the same thing.

It's magic.

This part of the city has a lot of magic.

But before they could figure out what was going on, several dark shadows appeared in the sky above the city.

That is--

Some real dragons!

203. The Truth About Dragon Riding in England/The Trap of Orleans/The Battle of Dragons (4k)

Several giant dragons appeared in the sky of Orleans.

They have bodies as strong as Fafnir, and every time they flap their huge wings, they blow out a strong wind.

The silver moonlight bathed the bodies of these dragons, dyeing their originally khaki-colored bodies white.

no doubt.

This is a dragon - the most powerful creature of this age.

And for Ian, this was an unprecedented visual shock.

After all, in a sense, this was the first time the boy had seen a dragon other than himself.

but--

This shock lasted for less than a second and then disappeared completely.

Because Ian realized a problem.

Whose dragons are these?

【You carefully observe the dragons flying in the sky. 】

[You can feel that they have similarities with your own dragon face, but also differences.]

[You realize that their appearance may not be a coincidence.]

【Combined with your current location, a bad thought echoes in your mind. 】

Orleans, a city mentioned by Charles VII in an extremely anxious tone.

But Ian could fully understand this anxiety.

Because Orleans is a fortress city located on the Loire River.

Once this place is completely lost.

Then the English army would be able to march straight along the Loire River and directly threaten Chinon where Charles VII was.

This paralyzed the entire area of ​​Bourges and eventually devoured it.

In this way, France would be truly destroyed.

and so--

After appointing Joan of Arc as the royal commander, Charles VII hoped, almost in an attitude of supplication, that this saintly girl would be able to march to Orleans as soon as possible.

And Joan of Arc did not disappoint this trust - it took her only half a month to reach the vicinity of Orleans.

However, these are not the things that need to be considered when guessing the origin of the dragon at this moment.

The only thing that is really helpful in judging the current situation is that "Orleans is the place where the English army and the French army fought."

It is impossible for France to have such a dragon.

After all, if there was, Charles VII would not have to pin his hopes on an illiterate girl from a rural area in the north.

So--

There is only one answer left.

This is the dragon of England.

It is even possible that they are the same dragons that defeated the French army.

of course.

There may be another possibility - that is, these dragons came from the wild, and due to a series of coincidences, they appeared in the sky above the city of Orleans.

But how great is this possibility? Even if a normal person only uses half of his brain to think, he will know that it is almost zero.

After all, dragons are not creatures that will actively approach human cities.

【You have confirmed that this is a dragon from England.】

[A new question arises: why are they here? ]

[You realize that this may be related to the large-scale magic lurking in Orleans.]

【But there is one thing you can confirm at this time. 】

[You'll definitely have a tough fight with them - because they're from England.]

"Fafnir...how strong is the opponent?" Ian asked about his Dragon Face.

"Bastard." Fafnir answered directly.

"Bastard?" Ian was a little confused by the word. "Fafnir, what do you mean?"

"Don't misunderstand it as anything else."