The Flame Dragon Ark flew swiftly through the high skies and reached the airspace above the Flame Dragon Empire in just three days. Julian had previously agreed not to abuse Garling Saint Figarland or Saint Roswald, so the daily beatings for the two of them were canceled. However, Saint Julian still wore Seastone handcuffs and shackles, while Saint Roswald had it a little better and only wore handcuffs.
Although Saint Roswald no longer had to endure beatings every day, his labor-reform duties still had to continue. George assigned the old beast a task: every morning, he had to get up and air out chamber pots aboard the Flame Dragon Ark, then test whether the water inside them was clean. If he did not finish cleaning, he was not qualified to eat.
Saint Julian had always been rather unyielding. Even after being beaten for over half a year, his eyes remained full of defiance, and he had never once begged for mercy. Though Seastone handcuffs and shackles bound his hands and feet, his face was still resolute. He still looked down on everyone who was not a Celestial Dragon and still believed himself to be a noble species. He merely thought he had temporarily fallen on hard times, that he would escape this predicament someday, leap through the dragon gate, and ascend into a dragon.
Seeing how stubborn Saint Julian was, Julian came up with a new idea. He would not torment him, but he would starve him. He would only give him half a meal a day—enough that he would not be full, but not enough to starve to death. There was sand mixed into the rice, while the dishes were nothing but radishes and greens, still carrying traces of dirt.
When the Flame Dragon Ark's chefs saw that the