“He doesn’t want the Nations to win, he doesn’t want to leave us alone – he just wants us to fight each other.” Yui gulped. “And keep fighting, and never solve anything! How can anyone want everyone to hurt each other like that?”
Euryale reached down to ruffle black hair and snakes. “He’s a dragon-”
Yui bristled. “Caerulus is a dragon and he’s not like that!”
“Caerulus is a very strange dragon,” Euryale said solemnly. “Besides. He likes his lair right where it is, on the border between here and the Shadow Marches, so no one ever tries to burn his books again. And you know the first rule of dragon lairs, right, little one?”
Yui nodded emphatically. “Never mess with a dragon’s stuff!” She winked. “Unless you want them really mad.”
Euryale stifled most of a laugh. But her deadly eyes were dancing. “Your strange friends would think so, little Yui.”
“A pity we can’t mess with Beniryuu’s,” Stheno murmured.
Euryale gave her a quick glance. “Valentine still hasn’t tracked down his new lair?”
“Not yet,” Stheno sighed. Vincent had invaded every last one of Beniryuu’s old lairs as soon as they knew the players had logged out. Not alone; even the strongest elan ranger couldn’t face a red dragon alone and hope to tell the tale. He’d taken Zack’s pack with him as well. Which had taken more time. Not much, but – apparently, more than enough for a prepared red dragon to utterly vanish.
We’ll find him. Somewhere. Somehow. I am Stheno of the True Sight; I will find him. For what he did… and what he tried to do.