The fallen wyvern had so many arrows stuck in it you could call them countless. And on my carriage three archers were standing. Why I knew they were archers is because they held bows. A short person, probably a woman, standing between two men. From behind you could hardly tell the bumps left and right. A sense of I did it overflowed from her back.
Around the dropped wyvern knights swarmed again and stabbed with spears, chiku chiku. Suddenly the one among the three archers who seemed a woman turned. Of course that was Agnes… Looking this way with a full proud smile. A white line at the side of her mouth. Is that a drool mark? Did she fight just after waking?
"Looord Maaarie! Did you seeee! I dropped a wyvern!"
Agnes shouted loud. The two guards on both sides smiled bitter. Agnes jumped down from the carriage roof and walked this way, stusta. Then she started walking this way, saw the wyvern I had dropped, and stopped. The glad face went stiff.
"What is this?"
