Lord Medicarren still crouched on the sloping roof atop the arrow tower, but his head hung low, clearly in low spirits.
The pain in the back of his thigh made it difficult for him to rouse himself. His usual posture was merely the pride of a Wyvern, forcing him to hold on.
Now that Russell had seen through him, he dropped the pretense.
As for Russell, he lay on the slope with both hands behind his head, gazing up at the sky at a forty-five-degree angle and watching several wisps of cloud slowly shift along the horizon.
His entire posture was utterly relaxed.
But his thoughts were nowhere near as calm as he appeared.
Visiting Lord Medicarren and exposing the hidden danger in his body had not been an act of pure kindness—though kindness had indeed played a part. His grandfather had given him a sprite, and with no way to repay him, he had thought of treating his grandfather's dragon.
The greater reason was that he wanted to use this opportunity to test whether a Wyvern could detect the Little Dream Dragon on him.
And now, it seemed—
Lord Medicarren could clearly sense the Little Dream Dragon's aura in some way. But it should only have been a vague feeling; he did not truly know that Russell carried a giant dragon. Otherwise, his reaction would not have been so mild.
Whether showing hostile resistance, cautious fear, or respectful submission, those were the proper reactions a Wyvern should have upon sensing the presence of a giant dragon.
Wyverns were born from the radiation of a giant dragon's power, yet they were also independent individuals. They would not submit to giant dragons because of that or obey them without question. Depending on their individual nature, they could still resist, fear, or