"- Mr. Richt! Sorry! Failed!
"Duh, what's going on?
"My neck is too stiff to go through my fangs... The Demon King said steel dragon, but I didn't know it was this far..."
Rosé's failure.
Since the only way to make it dependent is to inject the fluid directly, it is a major problem that the fangs do not pass through.
Dragon scales, also used for armor - if they were also steel dragons, their hardness would literally line up on steel as well.
"And now the dragon is awake. What are you gonna do?
"Fuck... if it's not the dark..."
In Richter, where Ferris asks for instructions, but there is a handful of visuals, it is best to just grasp the situation.
If you woke up just like Faelice said, you have no choice but to fight.
I resent my past self for not thinking in particular and giving Rosé a go sign.
"- Huh!?"
Rosé is easily bounced off by the tail of a dragon.
Beat to the ceiling, paralyzed and small rocks fall.
I can't afford to worry so much about Rose, but I keep my eyes open (though I can't see).
"- Rosé!"
"It's okay, Mr. Richt. If that's the case, Rosé's fine. Besides, I'll be the one to say hello."
After calming him gently and calmly, Faelice stands before him to protect Richt.
The back of it - I felt so reliable that I couldn't think of it from a thin, small look.
The dragon also seems to be aware of the approaching Faelice, staring at her giddy as she floats the color of vigilance.
Unlike when Rosé was there, he's not willing to launch a pre-emptive attack.
Carefully - you seem to be inquisiting the identity of Faelis.
"... eh"
Have you decided that it is not dangerous?
The huge face of the dragon descends to the same position of sight as Faelice.
Fairis at heart seems to be waiting to be bitten with his sharp fangs, but things still don't go so well.
I was lightly poked and although I could smell it, I never saw any signs of getting my hands on it.
"-Ch."
Ferris, who decides that he is not revealed as he is, sticks the knife he had hidden in the face of the dragon.
If only we attacked first, our defensive instincts should make it easier for Faelice to be killed as well.
Near the eyeball, he set his aim on the hard scaled, unprotected skin and pushed a thoughtful knife into it.
"- GOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!?"
Speaking of boulder dragons, it seems that the pain you feel is equal.
Raise a tremendous growl as you shed a few drops of blood.
"Mr. Richt! Stay away from me!
Ferris stopped Licht's leg, which he was trying to stick close to, pitifully by screaming rarely.
We will not bother to die together until Richt.
It's a pretty reasonable decision in this pressing situation.
"Faelice! Behind -!"
Ideal deployment.
The mad dragon strips his fangs to Faelice without hesitation.
It is a low performance light, but only at that moment when Faelis died was it clearly illuminated in Richter's eyes.
"... ugh"
Richt pushes his mouth before he even realizes it.
After all, the sight of a fellow being killed never gets used to seeing it more than once.
If Aria were here, would she order her resuscitation to be carried out without concern?
At least, we're lucky Rose didn't witness the whole thing.
That personality is such a tragic sight that it's not strange to pass out.
The area is littered with the limbs and organs of Faelice spilled from the mouth of the dead dragon.
Unlike before, the situation of not retaining the prototype highlighted its misery several times.
"Resurrection of the Dead."
Before Rose returns, Richt tries to resuscitate Faelice as soon as possible.
The sight of a thousand severed limbs and organs gathering was like wanting to turn away extra, but I can't complain about my abilities.
We were to spend longer than usual feeling, hoping that the work would be completed sooner.