The Poison Winged Butterfly Queen, classified as an A-rank dangerous species, would normally have been no more than a brief distraction for Leon. It was the kind of task he could finish in the time it took to sip a cup of tea.

But since Mevis had insisted that taking the beast down too easily might affect Noa's evaluation, Leon reluctantly held back and worked in sync with her.

As they approached, the Butterfly Queen, sensing intruders, emerged from its nest. Its massive, shimmering wings unfurled, sending out a thick cloud of toxic purple mist as it let out a piercing cry.

“Smile, Prince. Fear not—the mist is harmless,” Mevis quipped.

She spread her own dragon wings and flapped them powerfully, dispersing the poisonous fog.

Leon stood still, hands in his pockets, silently watching the display. But in his mind, he couldn’t help but grumble:
“You show off wings bigger than the Butterfly Queen’s, then nullify its only offensive ability right out of the gate. How is this teamwork supposed to work, lady? You might as well solo this thing!”

After clearing the mist, Mevis retracted her wings and gracefully landed. She turned to Leon.