The people were dazed.
The Demon was dazed.
The Dragon was the most dazed.
Meow meow meow?! Why do I feel I'm not quite right?!
Syrilia shivered and twisted her neck to inspect her whole body.
Tail, golden and sparkling.
Paws, glittering.
Back, damn it, blindingly yellow!
After checking herself, Syrilia closed her eyes, lay on the ground, 'died peacefully'.
"Ah, what's up with the Dragon?" Ellie Miller was startled.
Almost suspected her Biological Alchemy went wrong somewhere.
Conrad quickly stepped forward to examine all around.
Pried open the eyelids, checked the tongue like a seasoned Dragon caretaker.
"No problem, maybe it's too happy transforming into a Gold Dragon."
Upon hearing this, the 'peaceful' Syrilia suddenly lifted her head, her Dragon eyes roundly staring at the serious nonsense from Conrad.
That gaze seemed to say: Old man!! Are you speaking human language???
