The Dark Dreamscape had not descended upon Red Castle. It was still too close to Shadowflame Volcano, so Little Dream Dragon had remained quite cautious.
Other than serving as a messenger, Little Dream Dragon would never expose the slightest trace of itself.
It was an instinct. There was no way to guess whether the Shadowflame Dragon would resort to some means if it caught even the slightest clue of Little Dream Dragon's existence. Only by ensuring sufficient safety could they avoid every possible form of malice.
Though he had not ridden a dragon in his dreams, Russell had hardly lacked for passionate encounters.
Yet after waking, there was not a trace left behind.
As a Wyvern Knight and Dragon Domain Lord, his control over his own body had reached an extraordinary realm. Naturally, no embarrassing mishaps would occur. His body no longer even needed to sweat, and the products of his metabolism would be incinerated into ash by powerful energy.
It could be said that Russell had now attained a state of immaculate purity.
"Good morning, Lord Russell." The maids pushed open the door, their lovely, radiant smiles always lifting one's spirits.
This was Cousin Mel's independent Small Castle.
Russell held no official post. Although he was a newly risen baron of the Grand Duchy, he had not purchased a residence in Red Castle—nobles preferred to acquire castles and estates around Furious Wind City, where there were more people and more entertainment.
For instance, Marquis Arno Lieyang's Nevernight Castle stood beside Furious Wind City.
"Good morning, ladies." Russell smiled in response to the enthusiastic maids. He had always treated those of the lower classes gently.
Soon, his personal valet Ram entered as well and helped Russell dress.
Rather than wear yesterday's elaborate baronial formal attire again, Russell chose a simpler