Chapter 63
‘The fact that we’ve already entered into a contract marriage is a huge variable, though.’
Changes in the past should be minimized as much as possible.
Even if it means hiding my feelings for Tristan.
‘I hope Tristan’s future doesn’t change.’
In this life, Tristan chose to plot rebellion.
If that is the case, I will make sure that happens.
Maya’s eyes burned with determination.
“…I’m sorry.”
The white dragon hesitated and revealed itself, bowing its head.
The conversation took place while riding on the back of a wyvern on the way to Seren Baker’s place.
“Why are you apologizing, White Dragon?”
Maya was taken aback by the sudden apology. Had something gone wrong?
“If I hadn’t been so stubborn, I would have noticed sooner that a demon was inside that man’s body.”
“No, that’s my fault.”
Maya had known Kendrick much longer than the White Dragon.
When Kendrick started acting out of character, she should have suspected something.
When she learned that his death was connected to a phantom demon, it should’ve raised alarms.
“I’m actually grateful to you.”
How could she blame the White Dragon for this?
“I can fight because you’re here.”
If the White Dragon hadn’t awakened as a descendant of Pendragon, Maya’s life as a swordswoman would never have even started.
“I’ll train harder and fight more.”
“You really…”
The White Dragon was genuinely moved by Maya’s attitude and words.
After awakening, Maya Pendragon had treated him like a friend, without any pretense.
He had always encountered people who were intimidated by his presence, but Maya was different.
Though he complained, it was because he appreciated it.
Even the name “White Dragon” felt different when it was acknowledged as more than just a part of Pendragon’s legacy.
‘Maya has never slacked off in training.’
An overwhelming affection for Maya surged within the White Dragon.
“Maya, I will do my best as your sword.”
A strong bond formed between Maya and the White Dragon.
The Pendragon sigil on Maya’s hand began to glow.
“White Dragon.”
As the White Dragon was summoned again, the sword in Maya’s hand blazed white.
It radiated an entirely different aura.
“Can it change?”
“I think it can grow bigger.”
The moment those words were spoken, Maya’s sword transformed into a massive greatsword, proportionate to her height.
The appearance had completely changed, but Maya moved with it as though it was always hers.
“It changed to defeat greater monsters.”
The power of Pendragon had manifested, and the sword adapted to the new challenge.
Was it because Maya had chosen to accept Pendragon’s power and face the Demon King in this life?
‘Either way, I’m happy.’
Maya smiled in satisfaction as she looked at the sword in her hand.
She glanced down at the wyvern below.
They were almost at Baker’s mansion.
‘Has the confinement been lifted?’
There were barely any guards around Seren Baker’s room. Maya knocked gently on the window.
Though it was evening, she expected Seren to still be awake.
The wyvern, now smaller in size, fluttered around Maya.
“It’s fun to walk around in the cool air,” it seemed to think.
The wyvern liked to take walks, likely because it rarely saw such luxurious mansions.
“What is it?”
Seren quickly opened the door, surprised to see who it was.
Without a word, Seren led Maya inside, dressed perfectly as always.
“I’m heading west tomorrow.”
Maya got straight to the point. She had no time to waste.
“Pardon?”
“My close friend… was captured by a demon, and the demon is heading west.”
“What? Another demon?”
Seren was taken aback.
Demonic beasts had been appearing more frequently, which was rare in this region unless you were from the north or part of the Knights’ Order.
‘Is the capital going to be destroyed at this rate?’
Seren knew the royal knights existed, but she didn’t trust them enough.
During the last banquet, a major incident occurred, and people ridiculed her for it.
“Are you going with the Duke?”
“That’s part of it, but… if I go alone, I’ll draw too much attention. I’ll need a reasonable excuse, and I thought you might know.”
A faint smile spread across Seren’s face as she understood the Duke’s reasoning.
“You’re going to meet Marquis LeBurre from the West, aren’t you?”
“Yes.”
“I’ve heard everything in the West goes through him.”
“Right.”
“Have you heard about the Marquis of LeBurre and me?”
“No, Tristan told me to hear it directly from you. That’s why I’m here.”
“Thank you for coming in person.”
Seren opened up about her connection to the Marquis.
“Marquis LeBurre is my maternal uncle.”
Seren spoke casually about her mother, Niebe, and her family’s history.
LeBurre had once been an influential figure, but had severed ties with the capital and royalty due to a deep grudge against the Baker family.
“So, to summarize, Marquis LeBurre is my uncle. If I want to inherit the title of Count, I must discuss it with him.”
The Duke’s help would not be enough on its own.
“So, will you write a letter for me?”
Maya asked.
Seren had already realized what Maya was after.
“Yes, a letter would be useful.”
Seren swiftly packed her belongings and left a letter for her father.
[Though I’ve always followed my father’s orders, this incident has deeply hurt me. I will be leaving the mansion.]
It seemed like a childish letter, but it was the perfect excuse.
With Tristan’s instructions, Maya and Seren were ready to head west with Alex.
Though their luggage was minimal and they didn’t have any knights, no one complained.
They were all willing to bend for their goals.
Seren adapted quickly.
Maya drove the carriage, and when the road grew difficult, she carried Seren herself.
Despite the slower pace compared to Tristan and Alex, Maya wasn’t lagging behind at all.
