From this day onward, the Shadowflame Grand Duchy's eleventh Wyvern Knight had been born: none other than Baron Gloomlight Roman Fluorite Mushroom.
Flying swans vanished into the distance; the sky stretched high and wide.
Roland watched as Clay Dragon Ross carried Baron Roman away beyond the horizon, and he stood there utterly stunned. "Father..."
Seeing his elder brother's dazed expression, Russell shook his head with a faint, helpless laugh.
He was happy for Baron Roman. After becoming a Dragon Knight, Baron Roman's status in the Shadowflame Grand Duchy would rise to new heights. But he also felt helpless on behalf of his elder brother Roland. His chance to ride a dragon had clearly vanished.
The family only had one Wyvern. Now that Baron Roman had ridden it, he obviously would not give it up again. Roland could only wait in vain.
So he merely said, "Big Brother, Father left first on the dragon. We should get going too."
"Russell, I..." Roland sat atop his Nightmare Ghost Horse, his expression so bitter it seemed tears might drip from it. The blow had been too great, yet he could not vent it freely.
"I understand, Big Brother."
"No, you don't!" At last, Roland could not hold back any longer. Huge tears slid down his face. His ordinary features were filled with grievance and misery. "You're about to become a Wyvern Knight. You could never understand me!"
Russell was left speechless. "Uh..."
Roland continued weeping and complaining. "I always thought I would be the one to earn Lord Ross's recognition. Truly, I worked toward that goal from childhood! Father always encouraged me, telling me to please Lord Ross. For that, I didn't even dare contract a Phantom Beast!"
He raised his head toward the sky, wanting to stop his tears, but the more