The question was a nearly unthinkable one.
Whenever anyone thought of Seras, they thought first of the beautiful crimson crimson-skinned dragonness who personified the most violent aspects of not just mankind, but of mortal races as a whole.
She was a warrior of immense pride and esteem. The envy of Morrigan, Ares, Tyr, Wukong, and even Satan.
Her creatively violent mind, ability to remain fully poised and rational even when fully immersed in her blood frenzy, and her ability to not only learn but also copy any martial art she witnessed, all made her a definitively terrifying entity. Perhaps even more so than the black dragon himself.
That was Seras' identity. And in this life, it had been who she was for as long as she had come into existence.
The thought had never occurred to her, or anyone, that she would have a problem with herself.
She was the type of woman- the type of warrior, who lived for the fight and the glory that victorious battle brought her.
...Right?
