"You mean Harpy?" Baron Roman glanced at Russell's forehead but did not spot the Lord of Storms Mark.
Whenever he went out, Unicorn Polly was usually the one accompanying Russell.
Having advanced into a pseudo-dragon, Harpy Harpie preferred a free and unfettered life. She often traveled between Green Hill and Green Capital Garden Cold Spring Point, keeping her fellow Owl Dragons company. Only when Russell called for her was she willing to return to Cigar Castle.
Polly, on the other hand, was different.
Not only did she enjoy following Russell around to see the world, but she also liked observing it through Russell's eyes in the form of the Lord of Thunder Mark.
"Yes, Father, I mean Harpie," Russell said. "Green Capital Snow Forest is home not only to Owl Dragons, but also to large numbers of owls. It is practically certain that Harpie's bloodline originated from owls."
"That does seem to be the case. A Harpy Dragon like Harpie is certainly worth having too, but..."
Baron Roman glanced at Russell and left the rest unsaid.
If he said it aloud, he would not only hurt Harpie, but also his own contracted Phantom Beast—the Nightmare Ghost Horse. It might even make Polly unhappy—what he truly wanted was a mount like a unicorn. A knight and a warhorse were naturally a perfect pair.
So Baron Roman promptly changed his words. "Whether it is the Hippogriff Dragons of Thunder Marsh or the Owl Dragons of Green Hill, both are worth looking forward to."
"Father, Russell." His elder brother Roland came galloping over on horseback.
"Big Brother." Russell greeted him.
"The thousand warhorses have all been released. Once the grass coverage rises, we can release the next batch." Roland said, "Also, the people I sent to investigate the marshes have already reported their