Lina had once considered it: when the Dragon-Slaying Organization arrived, she would hand Adam's whereabouts to them of her own accord and borrow their strength to kill him — even if the master-servant contract dragged her down with him, she would not have grudged it. But that had been an extreme notion, born in the hottest moment of her hatred. Now, she found she was a little reluctant to die.
To hold power and authority — the feeling was so wonderful. She could never again go back to being the ignorant little beast she had been, with nothing to her name and cast out by her tribe. In only a few dozen days she had shed that skin entirely and become another person.
She did not want to die. Dead, she would have nothing at all. So there was only one thing to do: pass the news on to Adam.