“Tiger…”
Tamie called out to her new friend when they stood on their posts in the square to act as ‘formal guards’ like the old man had named it.
“What is it?”
Tiger played with her three pets. Especially her dog Blizzard was restless, as always.
“I feel suspicious of that old man and this whole place. Maybe we shouldn’t have come, after all”.
“Oh… Why is that?”
Tiger held her little shy cat, Astra, in her hands, and petted her black-to-orange-and-white fur.
“Because, I had a talk over a Star-gadget with one of my acquaintances yesterday, and he told me things about that Blood Dragon our Magister talked about, if you remember – that murderer who massacred his whole clan… So, the magister of the Blood Dragon’s order – the Crimson Flame – was Merlinn Goldreich. It’s the same surna
