"I knew it! Things have been too peaceful!" Dos Antony shook his head helplessly and patted Caldo, who was sunbathing beside him.
"Let's go. We're joining the battle!" Dos Antony climbed into the Dragon Saddle, glanced at the urgent military report in his hand, and let it be shredded by lightning before scattering into the wind.
"Where did the battle report come from?" Caldo asked in a deep, muffled voice.
"A report from Lulong Fortress. Windhelm Territory! The Orcs have attacked!" Dos Antony patted his claw.
"Orcs again..." Caldo muttered helplessly. Those filthy vermin were, in Caldo's eyes, like clowns constantly popping up before everyone...
"The kingdom can endure the loss of an undeveloped territory, and it can bear the death of a baron, but it cannot accept the fall of a Dragon Knight!" Dos Antony shook his head. The kingdom could not afford the terrible news of a Dragon Knight's death. Others could be ignored, but Wes had to be brought back no matter what!
"I will follow your will!" Caldo lowered his head to Dos Antony. Although, as a member of the Thunder Dragon race, he was naturally repulsed by the dragonkind of demonic dragons, the dragon race, loyal to its contracts, chose to remain loyal to its rider.
"Thanks for understanding, buddy!" Dos Antony nodded gratefully. Among the Dragon Knights of the entire Lagrange Kingdom, Wes was subtly isolated. Apart from Caldo, no dragon liked the demonic dragon lineage, which was regarded as traitors to dragonkind. This rejection born of bloodline had created a faint rift between Wes's dragon and the mounts of the other Dragon Knights...
"Let's go. As you said, the kingdom cannot lose a Dragon Knight!" Watching Dos Antony swiftly climb into the Dragon Saddle, Caldo nodded as fine electric currents began flowing over