After flying hard for a day and a night, Russell finally returned to the Poplar Desert with the newly hatched Black Oil Dragon Rosai.
Thinking back to the humiliation he had suffered in the Poplar Desert two or three months ago, it felt as though it had happened only yesterday.
And now—
He could finally return that humiliation!
At that moment, he took in the varied expressions on everyone's faces: his father Baron Roman's gratification and pride, his elder brother Roland's renewed confidence at his arrival, Baron Gevidas's disbelief, and little fanboy Gelongtan's fervent worship...
All of it stemmed from the fact that he had arrived riding a dragon.
"A Wyvern Knight is power, status, and standing... On the Dragon Sleep Continent, nothing but dragons matters!" At that moment, Russell truly understood it. When he had first advanced to Phantom Beast Knight, he had thought himself quite remarkable.
Especially after privately making a deal with the Shadowflame Dragon, he had felt as though his life had already reached its peak and wanted to wander around showing off.
Then Marquis Arno had made outrageous demands of him, while even Baron Gevidas had not bothered to look him in the eye.
Only then had he understood that Dragon's Gaze was merely a blessing, and Phantom Beast Knight merely a calling card. Only by riding a dragon could one possess true splendor and authority.
Fortunately, all that was in the past.
Now, he had truly begun to climb to the peak of his life—but this was only the peak in the eyes of others. His own true peak would have to wait for the Little Dream Dragon's birth. At that time, he would stand at the peak of the Dragon Sleep Continent!
Everyone was stirred by the arrival of Black Oil Dragon Rosai