The next day.
Russell rose early. He did not even perform his morning knight training, instead summoning Black Oil Dragon Rosai to pick him up and carry him toward Red Castle.
Harpy Dragon Harpe remained at the manor to recuperate, waiting for new feathers to grow in and replace the scorched ones.
Unicorn Polly transformed into a streak of golden lightning and landed on Russell's forehead.
This was the Lord of Thunder Mark. Tiny bolts of lightning danced across it, making Russell look like a true god walking the earth and elevating his entire bearing to new heights.
When they passed Fluorite Castle, Russell signaled Rosai to descend.
"Roar!"
"Chirp chirp!"
Rosai landed before the gates. Clay Dragon Ross, coiled atop the tower, immediately fixed Rosai with a stare, declaring that this was his territory.
Rosai merely shot Ross a disdainful glance. Once Russell jumped down, he silently flew to another tower and crouched there calmly—whether in size or strength, Rosai was a top-tier wyvern.
"Young Master Russell, welcome home." Old Butler Carter hurried to the gates as soon as he heard the dragons roaring.
"Good morning, Mr. Carter." Russell smiled slightly. He had always thought highly of this butler, who had devoted his life to the family.
Especially because, in the memories of his former self, Old Butler Carter had treated him and Roland much the same. Carter had never fawned over Roland just because Roland was more talented and the heir, while slighting Russell.
"Young Master Russell, what is that on your forehead..." Old Butler Carter asked curiously. The Lord of Thunder Mark on Russell's forehead was simply too conspicuous.
"This is Polly," Russell explained casually. "She has already evolved into a pseudo-dragon. So, Mr. Carter, the person standing before you now is not merely a Wyvern Knight,