The warm sunlight expels the darkened moon.

The sunlight brightly illuminates a platform.

In the theater, two women.

With the sunrise, the faint cries of affection can be heard.

"Ha ha ha!! You dared to mess around! And now look at what’s become of you~!"

The end of the brawl approaches.

Yohō sneers, looking down at her with contempt, releasing a triumphant sigh.

The golden dragon’s blood mixes with the bloodied waters. Frowning, she spits out some of it.

Creeeak.

She grinds her teeth and swallows, forcing back the painful groan.

She wants to scream. She wants to see her father.

The two words that consumed Rivera, the Golden Dragon, were none other than that.

"Heh."

Yohō's eyes narrow. Slowly, she bends her legs and closes the distance with Rivera.

"Did you think, just because your tails were fewer, that you could stay back and shoot magic from a distance and somehow win~?"

Her magic flows, sweeping over Rivera like a wave.@@novelbin@@

"You did well targeting the tail~."

Yohō’s finger spins through the air.

And then—

*Pyo-ro-rong!*

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