Samantha narrowed her eyes, feeling her position threatened.
Before this, Galos only had her by his side; as for Elf Dragon Vera, Samantha thought she was more of a "pet" than a member of the Dragon Race.
Now, Iron Dragon Solrog had been added to the mix.
Though their blood flowed with similar currents, and there were invisible bonds tying them together, Samantha still felt threatened—she didn't want her status in Galos's heart to drop.
"Solrog, you're the last dragon to arrive here."
"Remember your rank; you're only fourth among us."
Samantha lifted her chin and spoke.
Solrog narrowed his eyes, instinctively wanting to get angry at the Red Dragon's provocation, but considering his current condition wasn't suited for confrontation—and frankly, the rude and dim-witted Red Dragon wasn't worth fussing over.
He took a deep breath, tamping down his anger, then asked, a bit puzzled, "Why fourth? Is Gordon here too?"
Samantha shook her head.
"Gordon's not here."
