"Haaah—!"
The God of Frost Sword, which should have pierced through the Demon Flame Dragon's neck, stopped just a hair's breadth away from its scales. The chill radiating from the blade made the Demon Flame Dragon feel as though it had just walked through the gates of hell.
If that Half-beastman had not translated quickly enough just now, its head would probably have been lost.
At that thought, the Demon Flame Dragon could not help looking at Shimada Yousuke beside it with gratitude in its eyes.
Although he had blinded one of its eyes earlier, compared to what Yoru Machi had done, the Demon Flame Dragon felt that he was already quite kind.
Of course, even now, the Demon Flame Dragon still could not understand how a Half-beastman could comprehend the noble language of dragons. However, that was not important right now. What mattered was whether the bargaining chip it had offered would be enough to save its life.
"So, you're willing to become my lackey?"
Upon hearing Yoru Machi's words, the Demon Flame Dragon wore a very human expression of humiliation.
It was true, but calling it a lackey was far too unpleasant. It was a proud dragon, after all. At the very least, he could have called it recruiting a subordinate.
Still, despite the displeasure written all over its face, the Demon Flame Dragon could only nod in humiliation if it wanted to survive.
After weighing the pros and cons, Yoru Machi ultimately decided to take this dragon under his wing.
The materials on a dragon were rare and expensive, but hunting dragons was hardly the only way to make money.
With the Demon Flame Dragon as a fighter at his disposal, the benefits it could create for him in the future would clearly far exceed those of