With lingering doubts, he looked toward the door again.
At that moment, three more young dragons entered.
Unlike Noa's composure, all three little dragons were bruised and battered—
The one in the middle even had bandages wrapped around his arm.
The three of them huddled together as they entered. When they saw Noa turn around to look at them, they immediately shrank into the corner of the wall.
Seeing this, Leon's thoughts stirred slightly, and he pressed a hand over Losweiser's.
"Huh? What is it?"
"The academy's information was wrong. This doesn't look like a fight... it looks more like Noa beat them up single-handedly."
Losweiser froze as well. "B-beat them up?"
Losweiser followed Leon's gaze.
Naturally, she saw the three unfortunate young dragons.
Really... each one looked worse than the last.
Short little dragon horns protruded from their heads, proving that they were indeed cocoon-born young dragons.
The two on either side were short, with big heads and thick necks. The one in the middle looked more like an ordinary child, with a faint flame-shaped mark between his brows.
"Short-legged Dragon Clan and Crimson Flame Dragon Clan..." Losweiser identified their races at a glance.
Leon did not understand. "Short-legged dragons? Aren't those Toad Dragons?"
"Huh?"
"We—"
Leon paused, glanced around at the people beside him, then leaned close to Losweiser's ear and whispered, "Back when we were at war, we called those ugly, short dragons Toad Dragons."
Leon wanted to add that those dragons were not only dumb as rocks but also terribly cowardly. They were usually used as training fodder for rookies who had just graduated from Dragon Slaying Academy.
"It does fit their image..."
Losweiser picked Noa up, rose to her feet, and sat down with Leon on a sofa to the side.
"Please wait a moment.