Nidia was unconscious for an entire day, sleeping just like a corpse without any response toward the scent of food or physical stimulation. Ysilnod scooped up the small body in his arms and recalled what he saw in Tiamat's notes.
Premature birth, defective, long growth period. One by one, these irreversible facts struck him and weighed heavily on his mind. Ysilnod finally understood that since he had stolen a dragon's treasure, then he must accept this reality. For many years to come, his mistress would most likely remain the same without any significant improvement.
What about himself? Was it just as Raoul had said, that he did not think like a warrior? Ysilnod spent many of his lonely hours mulling over his past.
Ever since the age of sixteen, his coming of age, he had been faced with
