"Caslo!" Roland called.
"Your Majesty!" Caslo had been dragged out of the Green Dragon Inn by Roland, but he was not angry, only looking at him in confusion.
"Give us a ride! We need to go north!" Roland nodded to Caslo.
"Wait. What do you mean, give us a ride?" Aragorn froze. The next second, a huge dragon claw seized him in its palm and shot up from the ground.
"The Lagrange Empire Dragon Express! Say thank you!" Roland shouted from the dragon's back to Aragorn in the dragon claw.
"Roland, you...! Ah-wooo—" After that, Aragorn's voice became hard to hear, because the high-speed wind had already blown his face out of shape, and his mouth could no longer open.
"Tsk! Mute at such a young age?" Roland listened for a few moments and found that Aragorn, in Caldo's dragon claw, had gone silent.
"He freaking passed out!" Dos's mocking voice sounded in Roland's mind.
"Passing out is good. I thought he was dead!" Roland nodded solemnly.
"Damn it! Your Majesty, that friend you brought along seems a little dead!" Caslo took a moment to glance down and muttered.
"It's fine. He'll get used to flying eventually! He still has plenty of days ahead when he'll be taking off to fight the Nazgûl!" Roland waved it off.
"Knowing you really is his good fortune!" Caslo looked at Aragorn with pity.
"By the way, what exactly are you trying to do?" Caslo suddenly asked.
"Oh! Dragon God above! Get that thing away from me!" Had you ever heard a dragon scream? If you had not, you could hear one now!
At that moment, Caldo stared in shock at Roland, who was tying up Orcs in front of him, and the entire dragon fell into a daze. You were telling him