Of the Three Drake Sisters, I Am the Extra One.

I have two sisters. The eldest sister, Abrana, is the leader of the deep pool. She stands where the fire is the brightest, and everyone looks up at her. The second sister Ravshini is also a leader. After Tara became independent, she took over the throne and used another way to protect this land. There were only two Drake princesses - they were born to stand in front, and they were born to burn. And I am the third one. Arriving three days late, the one no one expected. I fight, climb over walls, hang out with boys, and everyone says I'm the wildest Drake. But I am also the most useless one. They tremble when they see blood, they run away when they see wounded people, and they can't even kill a rabbit. Mine has light, Draco's proof. The eldest sister's light can burn through the city wall, and the second sister's light can heal wounds—— My light can only illuminate the palm of my hand and make the dying flowers bloom again. After the establishment of Shenchi, two sisters stood on the front line, one fighting and the other guarding. And I - draw maps, count supplies, and do things that don't require blood in the rear. I thought I would always be the "inadequate" Draco.