“Mister!” Miu exclaimed.
“Must I remind you again? Refer to me properly,” the chief responded, exasperated.
It was understood by the ministry’s employees that only Eleanora, as master of the creature, could handle the paradox that was the beast—a being of adorable stature that masked fearsome power. Yet, here was the Chief of the Investigation and Security Bureau, effortlessly cradling the small dragon as if it were as harmless as a kitten.
“Mister, why have you come so early?” the dragon persisted.
“There are matters that demand my attention. Tell me, where is Noa? Has she ventured outside without you?” he queried, his brow pinched in concern.
“The golden-haired one took her,” responded the dragon.
“Then we must act with haste to retrieve her. What are you waiting for?” he urged.
