Theo froze. He had made sure there was no scent, but Veronica had sensed what had happened between him and Aquilo. It might have been a magician’s insight, the senses of a quarter dragon, or even the intuition of a woman.

Veronica’s thin arms started to silently tighten around Theo’s body as the temperature around her rose. The rising temperature was a sign of her magic power going out of control.

“T-That.” He shouldn’t lie. Theo desperately thought and managed to come up with a convincing excuse. “We spent three, almost four, days together while crossing the sea.”

“Hrmm.” It was a weak excuse, but Veronica made a sullen expression before sighing. She was going to let it go, rather than being convinced. “Well, this is fine... It’s not like I was there, and I’m too tired to make a fuss...”

The war had only been going on for a month, but her face had lost its usual brightness. She was an 8th Circle magician who had inherited the blood of a red dragon. The strongest human making an...