A dragon.

They had to face a dragon.

It wasn't just any dragon, either. That alone would have been a daunting task beyond anything Fanilly had prepared herself for.

Even if it was a facsimile, it was undeniably Thrinax. A replica of the legendary dragon said to be the friend of Prince Erion. And as had been abundantly proven, the replicated people of this world created by a Witch were accurate to exacting detail.

All those years ago, Saint Elionne had slain the Red Dragon Volkstraad. The monstrous and wicked beast had terrorized Thaln, devouring hundreds and laying waste to villages on a whim.

The Starlit Sword took his head, having decapitated the monstrous dragon in a burst of divine light.

His last words were a curse upon Thaln and all its people. Even in his dying moments, the Red Dragon was wicked to the end.

But Thrinax had never been slain. The companion of Prince Erion was a dragon who, as far as Fanilly or anyone else knew, was still alive at this very moment.

Even in the guise of training, could they manage something like that?

Doubt clutched at Fanilly's heart. The young Knight-Captain was struggling to even imagine such an outcome as victory against a legend like Thrinax.

But she couldn't let that show. Even here, in this strange constructed world, she was still Knight-Captain.

And so, she was trying to take advantage of what was offered by the Witch.

That meant training as much as she could. And with the memory of her dream square in her mind, that meant there was only one real choice.

Fanilly took a deep breath.

Training with the Gentle Blade was her best possible choice going forward.