I, Viretta, Am Going to Hunt a Dragon

Chapter 102

Iola pressed his chest with the tip of his finger. He, who was on the verge of stumbling, regained his composure.

“Shall we continue?”

“Yes.”

It felt both reassuring and yet strangely empty.

It should have been a decision to celebrate, but a pang of guilt tugged at the corner of her heart.

Even in failure and despair, having something to hold on to was more comforting than expected.

The atmosphere, tinged with a playful tension, was interrupted by Ranken’s sudden intrusion.

“...So what happened?”

His yellow eyes gleamed sharply, like a cat’s.

Viretta, whose cheeks were flushed, and Iola, who wore an expression of indifference, both quickly avoided Ranken's gaze.

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