Legend of the Dragon Indosiar

No plans

I thought about making another special chapter. About if there is a little romantic minor spice will be exciting no yes.

Until here, the groove is so bad is it good. Hopefully there is some input, so and thank you.

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After surviving a werewolf experiment, Satella adds hours of rest. It was still night when the werewolves attacked, as well as after the werewolves lost and fled.

Then....

The alarm from the antique wooden clock sounded. Satella wakes up in the morning in top condition.

Satella still remembers that Reiner had been given orders by her to visit the doctor's room for medical treatment. When compared to the loop of time ago, the possibility is now that Reiner can recover quickly.

He woke up, drinking a glass of water. Sitting in the mirror and combing her hair. Looking at himself, he thought hard.

Until Satella reaches the final of her thinking efforts.

"Ahah, I know!" Thought Satella.

Got an idea about the way to handle the Gunners' persecution.

After a shower and breakfast, Satella stopped by the doctor's place.

Physician room.

Reiner lay unconscious. His broken armour was released. He was bare-chested, his healer holding a needle and thread from a medkit box. Reiner grimaced as 80 percent alcohol poured into his scarred skin. The stomach gets a painful cut.

"Why not just use cotton as a medium to smear alcohol on the wound?" Satella asked who saw her bodyguard.

"Faster to heal this way." Refusal healer.

Satella.

"Well, the sooner the better." Satella turned her face.

Reiner grimaced.

His suffering intensified after a needle pierced his skin to stitch up an incision wound caused by a werewolf claw. Hearing that, Satella's ears twitched. Satella turned around not strong enough to see someone sewn his skin. Satella felt nauseous and wanted to vomit.

If only there was a mage type healer. His condition is an emergency. It is a rule to lock up residents. As the quarantine continues, outsiders cannot enter the neighborhood of this large inn. It's rules.

Before long came a man who claimed to be a champion.

But Satella, with the role of a magic caster, already knows Climbt's true identity. In the werewolf mini game, magic caster is a role with its own advantages. One of the advantages is, being able to know who will be attacked by werewolves on the first night.

"Come in!" The doctor answered the knocking on the door.

Not long after, Climbt came in.

"Ah, it turns out you've come Climbt." Welcome Satella.

"Eh, huh, what?" Climbt.

"My name is Stella, I'm just an ordinary teenage girl with no magic powers or anything like that. You must have come here just to say, I'm a good person. Isn't that Climbt?" Satella is sarcastic.

"Wow." Climbt.

Satella knew that Climbt was a Beholder instead of a real seer.

Basically Climbt doesn't have any skills. The original publisher was not Climbt.

"My room's a mess because of the werewolves. You can lend me a nice, neat room. Please, I need a break and I can't stand a messy room." Satella whines to Climbt.

"All right." Climbt.

Later then.

Climbt Rooms.

Just like the previous round of time, Satella swapped rooms with Beholder.

"How do you know about my name?" Climbt's confused.

"You're not seer, you're the spokesman." Satella guessing.

"But how is it possible?" Reiner was a bit of a shock as his identity could be dismantled.

"If so, please tell the original seer. Tonight the healer said. I suspect the physician!" Satella gave a proposal.

"I'll give you that message." Climbt accepted Satella's proposal.

Skips....

The time perspective takes place in the afternoon. This time the Gunners will be sentenced to death. Gunners kneel on the floor with their faces covered in sackcloth. The defendant was tied up, a crew of military police targeted the accused with a bolt action rifle.

Dor....

Multiple shots occurred at one time.

The man charged with the death penalty is lying on the floor, no longer alive. A military police officer carries a body bag to wrap the Gunners' body.

Somehow, there was black steam overflowing on the dead man's body. Until the body is put in a bag and then the seleting is closed tightly. Military police lift body bags.

Two people lifted him up.

Until they reach the inn's backyard.

"Why did the corpse become so light?"

"Don't talk much, let's put it in now!"

After the burial pit was dug, the body was thrown along with a body bag shaped like a bag. Then buried the ground.

Skips....

Satella sat at the table eating. It's time for dinner. Night has arrived, which Satella knows is tonight he is not targeted. Satella is in the top room. There was his room the innkeeper and the prince. Both of them were the most exclusive places in this large inn.

Access to the prince's room there are several guards. Neither personal guards nor military police whose duties are daily pickets. Satella was invited to visit the prince. After he stood in front of the door while being ushered in by the guards, the guard knocked on the room door.

The one who opened the door was another guard. They know each other. After making sure, Satella is welcome to enter.

Satella walks in, sees this entire executive classroom. Finally he found the fourth prince. Satella immediately spread a smile and gave a reprimand. Satella reflects the etiquette that corresponds to her brow status.

"Greetings, fifth prince. Roman Giovanni Valois." Satella looked down and gave a respectful attitude.

Prince who initially sat back and enjoyed champagne, immediately stood up to welcome Satella.

"So right, that's really you. The third daughter of the Charlotte family. Satella, haven't seen each other since...." Prince's words stopped until here, he smiled happily. Staring at the amazement of a petite but beautiful girl. Enchanted staring at his snow-white skin, eyes focused on one point.

"One thing matters! The identity as a noble princess should be a secret. I also want to share the most important secret." Satella reached into his pocket to pull out an important letter.

"But why? Why is a noble here? Why are you stuck in this situation?" What are you doing here, Satella?" The fourth prince did not stop wondering. Judging from the tone of his voice, like being worried by the woman in front of him.

Anyone who looks at the girl will not think that she is strong. Her frail body. The fourth prince certainly only viewed Satella as a weak noble princess with no survival ability. Prince Roman is very worried.

Satella shows the paper she brought without handing it to the prince. All that is done is to show the identity according to the procedure. Is the standard of operation as an agent of a minister order. Satella explained to the fourth prince.

"I now work in the magic ministry. I was appointed to solve the case of the werewolf gangs that were troubling you, prince," Satella said.

"You?" The fourth prince was stunned.

"Yes, I was appointed by the magic ministry." Satella.

"But, but, but how can. Satella is a mage? Even I just found out that Stella's a witch." The fourth prince was silent for a moment. Judging from his expression, deeply disbelieving.

"I've finished my education at the Griffin Quen magic academy of Geffenia city. The prince never sought information about me. Don't want to know about me, huh...." Satella pouted, she folded her hands and turned her face away.

"I'm sorry." The fourth prince raised his hand, gave a regretful gesture and then he took a heavy breath.

Just call me a childhood name, Stella's sister.

So Satella is older than the fourth prince.

Satella is 19 years old, the fourth prince is 18. Satella is one year older than the fourth prince.

The fourth prince is three years younger than the second. Prince Philips is Prince Roman's half-brother. They have the same father but their mother is different. The king of this kingdom had many empresses and royal ladies.

"May sit for a while" Satella pinta.

"Please my Stella" said Prince Roman.

"What's wrong with my Stella call, so weird!" Satella stared poutfully, feeling bete with the call of the stranger.

The fourth prince chuckled.

The fourth prince was the most handsome of the four official sons of His Majesty the king of Vilenchia. The official son of the king numbered six, with both of them being princesses. The youngest daughter is a genius at the age of children.

The fourth prince had a tall and thin posture. More precisely a slender body, just a little muscle mass almost confirms that he has absolutely no military background. The fourth prince had a long hairstyle. French braid hair models, generally only owned by girls. But the fourth prince still gave a handsome impression with the hairstyle.

Prince Roman and princess Stella are sitting. Their seats face up. Prince Roman Giovanni rubbed his face. Patting the forehead gives a giddy gesture. Taking a heavy breath with his grim countenance. The fourth prince gave a complaining tone.

"Why is my Stella in a place like this?" Prince Roman is resigned.

"Why indeed?" Ask Satella.

"Listen, even my existence here was because I was forced to. I never set foot here. I am the regional leader for this administrative city. Since I have been appointed to manage the city of Ustgard, I also have to solve the problem here. Werewolf si*lan!" Prince Roman groaned in a half-stressful tone.

"If so, let me solve this problem." Satella smiled proudly, giving off an overbearing tone of voice. But, in fact he was terrified by the werewolf terror. Satella hasn't gotten to the clue who the werewolf is and doesn't have any plans yet, she just wants to look cool in the eyes of the royal family.

Prince Roman breathed a half agitated sigh of relief.

"The third daughter of the house of Charlotte has always been a role model. Small but brave, you are always famous in the eyes of Noble house children and royal households. It was a long time ago, though everyone had forgotten about it. Maybe those times will repeat themselves, Stella. Choose me over my brother or sister." The fourth prince gave a tone of vent. Tells the story of their childhood.

"Choose, what the hell are you talking about?" Satella forgot who she was talking to. It was as if it was a childhood friend, but in reality he was talking to one of the royal families.

The fourth prince is a royal political figure who is most skeptical of views about his vision.

The atmosphere is getting warmer and more familiar. Amidst the gripping werewolf terror in this quarantine place, a sense of comfort has been awakened in the prince place.

~Connect~