The family shared a meal to celebrate the birth of the Thorn Sprite, Zyra.
As for why Russell could still pick up a wild sprite out in the wilderness, Baron and Madam Roman and the others were already used to it—don't ask why. The Shadowflame Dragon was working behind the scenes.
Sooner or later, Russell would ride the Shadowflame Dragon.
So, treating Russell as a Dragon Knight, all the incredible surprises happening around him naturally made perfect sense.
"Perfect. After lunch, come with me to the snowfield. A Riding Blue Skin has been active on the snowfield west of Curved Blade Mountain. Ross and I have clashed with it twice, but we couldn't take it down," Baron Roman said.
"Alright, Father." Russell nodded.
After lunch, father and son each mounted a Wyvern and flew toward Curved Blade Mountain.
His elder brother Roland supported his heavily pregnant wife, Gewen, and looked toward the horizon with a hint of envy.
"Darling, what are you thinking about?" Gewen asked gently. She was very satisfied with her husband. Aside from the common noble flaw of being a flirt, he was good in every other respect. He truly was an outstanding heir to the nobility.
"Nothing." Roland smiled.
Gewen took Roland's hand and said, "I believe that one day, my husband will soar through the skies too."
"Haha, of course." Roland replied, then could not help sighing softly. "As the elder brother, I'm seeing less and less of Russell's back. Sometimes, it feels as though our roles have been reversed."
After a pause, he continued to bare his heart. "Before, I always thought Russell would become my right-hand man, like Uncle Rosen. But now, I'm gradually becoming Russell's right-hand man. No, I don't even qualify as that. Other than managing the territory, I'm not even