Dragon Food, Secret Eye Brand

Nonetheless, Edward was not so unreasonably cruel that he would have Eleena summon Croakatoa and feed it to the Drake.

Regardless of a drop in their reputation at the frogpeople's village, Croakatoa would not be large enough to be stuck between the Drake's teeth—summoning it now was meaningless free lunch.

They could not pin their hopes on the yellowed-named elves that were supposedly neutral but actually hostile. With that line of thought, they could only rely on the black robe figures in front of them—in other words, the Secret Eye cultists.

There was no telling what they were either: their skins beneath their black robes were blood-red, craggy and looked painful. There was almost no chance that they were still human, but the Drake probably wouldn't be that picky an eater, and just might enjoy some extra taste.

"Joe, stop poking. Get into Evil Blade form and stop those guys right here!"