Before she came to be her ruthless self, Elizabeth used to be a kind girl who wouldn't harm a soul. When she was younger, she even saved a baby dragon with a broken wing in her backyard. She remembered her father wanting to keep it as a pet, or perhaps sell it to another noble. She remembered standing her ground for its freedom until her father caved.

Now promoted to a Duchess from her war performance. In the Northern region, it was traditional for a high noble to receive a companion — a graceful and strong creature. A part of her hoped to cross path with that dragon in her childhood memory once more. However, Elizabeth was well aware of the slim chance.

One after another presented. None caught her attention.

Years later, the idea of a war pet never crossed her mind ever since the duchess found herself drowned in work and petty squabbles. Until... A fateful encounter.

By the command of His Highness, the warrior duchess led her army against the demons amidst a snow storm. At the back of Mount Vernon, the demon army camp is completely destroyed. As Elizabeth claimed her last kill near a tent, a cry of terror called for her attention.

Before death, the Demon Marshall awakened a dragon under his demonic spell. It has a distinctly sharp appearance compared to the normal breeds. Its wings... Remnants of cuts and tears can be found in the same spot from the one in her memory.

Finally found you.

Emerged from the Demon Marshall's tent, the beast began wrecking havoc.

"Everyone back off!" She commanded as she charged in to save a soldier from being tossed into the air.