That night, sitting around a small bonfire for warmth, they went over their plan. Get there, charge the guardian and free the Diva Girl/golden haired boy's twin sister before slaying the mad dragon.
He had a hard time keeping his face straight as the plan was agreed on by everyone. Sometimes human ignorance was truly amazing. If it was really that simple, then the council of several centuries ago would have killed the dragon back then instead of taking Miku away from him.
When they turned to ask him his opinion on their battle strategy, he only shrugged. "I'll follow whatever you guys do," he said, careless, relaxed, cheerful.
The purple haired man did not seem impressed by his seemingly lack of sincerity in this quest, but it was the woman who voiced it. She told him that he was a joker who should learn how to take things seriously. Then she called him a few more names using a vocabulary that left him impressed. Even after his long life there was still some insults he had never even heard of.
He tested the air around her with magic. Her anger wasn't so much as directed at him as it was simply channeling out at the excuse to let it all go.
Clearly, the fight back in the castle hadn't been enough for her.
The blond boy eventually calmed her down and taking that opportunity, he slightly distanced himself from the fire and the humans to sleep. After the effective-but-magic-consuming trick he had pulled, turning the plain into a marsh difficult to cross, he needed to restore his energy before even thinking about fighting Miku and the mad dragon she was guarding.