Tchtchk, tchtchtchk.2

Carmen slowly flexed her fingers. There was no noticeable discomfort when she moved her joints. After clenching and unclenching her fist a few times, she suddenly thrust out her fist without moving a single step.1

Fwooosh!1

Gondor’s hair and beard were blown back by a rush of wind as a fist suddenly flew past his face. Too surprised to even react appropriately, Gondor simply fell down on the spot.5

“It’s amazing,” Carmen muttered in a quiet voice. Considering the usual Carmen, this was a very calm and subdued reaction coming from her.0

After all, this was no ordinary gauntlet but a gauntlet created from a dragon’s skin and scales. Moreover, that dragon was Raizakia, the only dragon in the history of the continent to have been called the Demon-Dragon. Even the gauntlet’s coloring was unusual, a black hue that seemed like it was drawing in your soul.13

There were many elements to the gauntlet that seemed like they would cause Carmen a lot of excitement, but Carmen's eyes were actually very calm. If she had received this gauntlet during any ordinary time… Carmen would definitely be leaping from boat to boat, showing off her new weapon.2

However, right now, she didn’t have the luxury of mind to do something like that. Carmen just stood where she was, silently confirming the gauntlet’s performance.2

“Do you have any regrets?” Carmen asked absentmindedly as her left hand was engulfed in pure white flames.1

Gondor, who had been busy straightening his hair and beard, blinked in surprise at the sudden question.0

“Gahaha,” Gondor laughed as he flopped down into a chair. He scratched his chin a few times and then lit a smoking pipe he had set down beside him earlier.2

“Well, I can’t say that I don’t have any regrets at all,” Gondor admitted with a cough. “Ahem, something like regrets… well… doesn’t that apply to everyone? After all, we came here to catch a dark...5