The moment Gauss climbed onto the dragon's back, he got a much clearer sense of just how enormous it was.
He even thought there was enough room up there to build a house.
With Eisvel watching from within the ice mirror, the dragon slowly carried everyone into the sky.
A strange force seemed to surround it. Gauss and the others felt not the slightest discomfort as they rode on its back; the wind and snow, along with the dizziness of acceleration and deceleration, all vanished, as if they were standing on solid ground.
Gauss knew the dragon was doing this out of respect for Eisvel. Otherwise, with a full-grown dragon like this, forget riding on its back—even standing calmly in front of it would be difficult.
The dragon beat its wings and quickly covered a great distance.
It was as if the space around it compressed with every beat of its wings. Before long, they had passed through the icy clouds and left the endless mountain range behind.
Only from high above could they see just how vast the range was. The areas they had traveled through over the past several days were only an insignificant corner of it.
"Feel like chatting, big guy?"
Gauss tried to strike up a conversation with the dragon beneath him.
But whether he spoke in Common Tongue or Draconic, the dragon showed little interest in talking. It only looked mildly surprised when it heard him speak Draconic, and that was all.
"My job is to get you out of the mountains."
The dragon was cold by nature. Though it obeyed Eisvel without question, its rigid, businesslike manner meant it had no desire to provide any extra services.
A little later, the dragon flew out of the snowy mountains. Once they reached the wilderness beyond,