Shouts were heard when Brie flew over Grimmels ships. Armed people looking up to purple nadder flying over their heads with the queen of Barvik sitting on its back.

Vylma ignored them and was focused on the biggest ship in the sea of ships before her. That was Grimmels ship, he was waiting for her. Vylma didn't know how he would react to see her riding on a dragon, but she knew it wasn't a welcome one.

Brie landed a few meters from where Grimmel stood with his hands behind his back, unbothered by the dragon landing on his ship. The armored men and women that also were on the ship, stared at her and had their weapons ready to attack her and Brie.

The nadder held her guard up while her rider walked towards Grimmel.

Vylma stopped a meter beside him. He still had his eyes forward towards the island where Berk was waiting.

"You know, I've never seen a dragon killer ride a dragon before," Grimmel didn't sound angry at all. He sounded… entertained. "And I've never been fooled by a girl before."

"Glad to be the first then." Vylma sassed and turned her head to him. "And aren't you riding the deathgrippers while killing dragons like a sport?"

Grimmel chuckled. "You really do know what to say in tight situations."

Vylma narrowed her eyes. "What does that mean?"

He turned his body to her and she did the same to him. "You gave me a really good story when I asked about your backstory and when I asked about the dragon head in the presence of your parents, you answered so smoothly I almost thought I was wrong about you."

Vylma's eyes widened and her mouth opened a bit. Realization hit her like a rock. "You have already figured out who I am. But when?"

Grimmel shrugged. "Two weeks ago and it became clear after our meeting five days ago," Vylma looked away from him and felt like a fool that this plan of going undercover would work, "I have to say I'm really impressed by you for killing that night's fury, just to gain my trust. To make sure your people would be safe. That's what I call a true leader."

Vylma looked up to him. Him getting her attention.

"Not unlike your father who can't let his pet be free and prevent war on his people." he continued and Vylma remembered back from the conversation with her father they had yesterday. "Isn't it funny how the daughter is a better leader than the father who has been a leader far longer?"

"Isn't it funny how a leader doesn't care what happens to his soldiers as long as he gets a dragon that he will later slaughter?" Vylma shot back and turned her hands into fists.

Grimmel nodded slowly and looked behind her to the small island with the mountain on it. "You're right I don't care what happens to my soldiers, but I do worry about not having a boat when I'm finished here, so please keep that dragon occupied while I go get me a night fury."

A loud and deep roar was heard behind her and Vylma turned fast around and saw a dragon she thought was gone forever.

If Vylma hadn't raised that dragon for eight years, she hadn't felt a pang of anger and sadness in her. She probably has felt fear and confusion at the sight of that big dragon. But Vylma knew who this was and she hoped the dragon remembered her. Otherwise she had no choice but to kill another dragon.

"Delia." Vylma's voice was low she barely heard herself say the name she hadn't said in two years.