ToCF

Chapter 331-335

The White Bone Dragon was slowly revealing itself in the night sky.

"...D, Dragon-"

The Cat Knight Sir Rex looked toward Cale with shock.

'Is it really a Dragon's bones?
Where did you find a Dragon's bones?'

He had not heard about this.
Of course, he too had seen the footage of the Bone Dragon during the battle at the Henituse territory, however, that was a Black Bone Dragon.

Furthermore, that Dragon had been destroyed.

'He had another set of Dragon bones?'

Cale looked at Rex's shocked gaze for a moment before turning away. He could see the anxious and shocked citizens of the Empire.

He heard Raon's voice at that moment.

– It's a fake! Everybody is getting shocked by this fake!

'I know, right?'

The corners of Cale's lips went up underneath the hood.

These were all wyvern bones.

However, they were put together like a Dragon by Mary, who had the most knowledge in the world about bones and bodies and had controlled a set of true Dragon bones in the past.

That was why it looked like a Dragon to everyone.
That was the important part.

"Ha, haha-"

Sir Bernard, no, Tower Master Bernard, started to laugh.

"How entertaining."

The only things he was focusing on right now were the white things in front of him: the necromancer in the white robe, the White Bone Dragon, the priests, wyverns, and the Holy Knights.

His gaze turned back toward Mary at the end.

"You've gotten a bit stronger than last time."

'What?'

Cale's expression turned odd.

Mary had absorbed a significant amount of dead mana in Section 7 and became stronger.
She was strong enough to defeat Choi Han six out of ten times.
But getting that much stronger was just getting, 'a bit,' stronger?

He heard Mary's response.

"I am aware of it. I did get a bit stronger."

Cale started to frown.
Mary herself was referring to her growth as, 'a bit.' Her gaze was directed toward Tower Master Bernard.

"It is only a bit compared to you."

People looked up at the sky at that moment.

Screeeech-
The White Bone Dragon started to move its wings.

"However, I will be the winner."

Mary's confident voice reached Bernard's ears. The Tower Master started to laugh as he responded back.

"Hahaha, haha- these necromancers are always, haha-"

He then stopped laughing.

"Such idiots."

He recalled the final necromancer, the Queen of Death, from long ago.
The corners of Bernard's lips started to twist.

Necromancers were weaker than black mages.
That was the truth.

However, there had been someone who had destroyed that truth and proclaimed that a place for lifeforms with the darkness attributes to live needed to be created.