"I think there must be some misunderstanding between us."
Roger spread his hands.
"Listen to my explanation, I just..."
"Go to hell, along with those men you brought!!"
Jora didn't listen to Roger's explanation at all. She recalled the days and nights trapped under the glacier, thought of the silent endurance and whipping, and anger surged within her, leading her to roar up to the sky.
The silhouette of the giant dragon overlapped with the sun behind, and Jora opened her mouth, spewing scarlet flames like a tide.
Roger had anticipated such a situation.
In his opinion, whether they could communicate or not, this battle between them was inevitable. After all, he had made a misjudgment before, and during those shameless days with Amanda, he completely ignored her feelings.
Now that he thought about it, such an experience, if it happened to anyone, they would probably want to peel him alive.
