Early morning, in a clearing on the outskirts of Deepwater City.
A group of dragons sat in neat rows, ready to be questioned by Elsa. This was the first time she had ever seen so many at once.
But Elsa wasn't nervous. After all, she was the one who had faced the Ancient Dragon Zog without batting an eye.
'Hmph, as if these mere dragons could possibly scare me.'
"Doudou, you walk in front," Elsa said, pretending to be calm.
She had leveraged the perks of her job to get a collection of signed photos from pretty female cosplayers, using them to bribe Doudou into being her temporary bodyguard—no, translator.
'That damn Zog, so inconsiderate.'
If the translation magic for the Dragon Language wasn't perfectly accurate, she would need Doudou as her bilingual backup.
She never expected Doudou to be into cosplayers. And for someone who was supposedly the "king of the kids," he was so shy around them he could barely speak, let alone ask for an autograph.
