Filzer frowned at the woman and waited for her to cathce her breath. However, it seemed that the woman had diffrerent thoughts than he had because before catching her breath she spoke first.
"Count Stan, I need your help." The woman looked at Filzer with desperate eyes.
"Ha! You barge into my property like a robber and ask me for help. Do you realize how you sound right now, woman?" Filzer was naturally taller than the woman, who had her hands on her knees after fatigue has caught up to her.
The ancient Dragon was looking down at that woman, who had no longer have any strength to fight back or even run away. It did not help that filzer was currently releasing his aura of a dragon.
He did not have to worry of his identity being revealed because a normal mage, no, even a high ranked ma
