Natsu snorted.
"Yeah? What are ya then?"
Guilokin harrumphed, tail lashing even harder. "I am a dragon aide to you, Natsu-sama, son of Dragneel, for the upcoming Festival of Clans!"
Natsu growled. "You knew my old man?"
"Peh," Guilokin huffed. "He was the King of the Fire dragons! Ruler of the Pyro lands, sole Lord of the East! And because of his… disposition, you must take his place during the Festival!"
"Listen, this is great and all," Lucy interrupted, "but where are we?"
At being interrupted, Guilokin's scales glowed a vibrant red-orange.
"Impudent human! We are in the Fire Palace!"
