"W-wait just a moment! That's not what he means, dragon sir!"
I quickly clapped a hand over Cassion's mouth. Then I waved both hands frantically at Zigolate, who may or may not have even been looking at me.
I dragged Cassion off to a corner.
"Your Highness, we need the dragon's power, don't we? You could actually get better! What does Zigolate even want? Money? A sacrifice?"
"Neither."
"Ugh, this is so frustrating. What is it, then? What does he want you to give him?"
"My time."
"What?"
Cassion plopped down onto the floor. Then he patted the spot beside him with his palm. When I sat down at his gesture, he told me everything Zigolate had said.
People thought dragons lived forever, but even they had an end. Centuries ago, by all rights, Zigolate should have died.
Instead, Zigolate had buried himself beneath Nobel's frozen lake and entered a…
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