Marcus muttered with a sulky look, seemingly remembering something horrific from his past.
Miaomiao gently patted his wing, comforting him.
[You're still just a young dragon. In time, you'll understand all of it. Chin up, Miao.]
She even gave Marcus the golden claw cover she had been using as decoration—it was clear she truly cared.
Cheered up, Marcus flapped his wings.
[Wow! Thanks, sis. I'll do my best to become a proud divine beast like you!]
Puffing herself up proudly, Miaomiao grabbed Julius by the scruff and soared toward the magic vessel.
Drake ordered the first mate to follow her.
"Lock him in the lowest part of the cabin, where he won't cross paths with the victims. Feed him once a day. Make sure to treat Lady Nefertari with care."
The first mate gave a curt nod and swam toward the magic vessel with a few subordinates.
Ever since the island's protective barrier had been broken, the surrounding sea had grown eerily calm.
