Over the next two days, Russell stayed peacefully at Kingtop Castle. He declined the guests' requests to socialize and spent most of his time flying out to the snowfields.
He even searched for the place where Baron Davis had met his end, but the heavy snow had long since erased every trace.
All Russell could do was kill Snow Ghosts on the snowfields, though he occasionally found one or two Snow Demons.
But what he really wanted was to run into Snow Giant Da.
"After comprehending Ultimate: Sword of Thunder, my strength is now second only to a Dragon Knight. Snow Giant Da is badly wounded too. Maybe I..." Of course, it was only a passing thought. Without absolute confidence, he had no intention of confronting Snow Giant Da head-on.
After all.
No matter how badly wounded Snow Giant Da was, he could still crush Baron Davis to death with one punch before severely injuring the Peat Dragon Howard.
"Let's go, Polly, Rosai. Time to head home." Russell swung himself onto the back of the Black Oil Dragon Rosai and activated Thunder Boost.
Wrapped in crackling lightning, Rosai swiftly returned to the Golden Plains.
Only then did Russell discover that his grandfather, Count Merlin, had already arrived and was listening to Count Oscro's impassioned speech.
Over the past two days, Oscro had truly kept his head down, terrified that Russell, that little brute, would stomp on his face again. Yet he had not left, because he wanted to wait for Russell's elders to arrive and then fight for Dyson's status as heir.
After all, the older generation was reasonable.
Unlike young people like Russell, who had no sense of fair play.
After listening to Oscro's impassioned complaints, Count Merlin frowned and called to Russell, "Come here."
"Grandfather."
"You beat Oscro?"