A Sheep Like a Lion

For Solam to say he had no thoughts about Isabella right now would have been an outright lie. But Solam also knew very well that those thoughts had nothing to do with feelings. It was merely the normal reaction of a man seeing a beautiful woman—nothing more.

There were plenty of beautiful women in this world. Take that female elf, Saya, for example. She had been very beautiful. If he could, Solam would have been more than willing to have a friendly match with her. But so what? At the time, Solam had genuinely been prepared to kill her.

Like he said, there were plenty of beautiful women, but Solam could not sleep with every single one of them. So although his body honestly harbored thoughts about Isabella, what little integrity he had left told him there was no need to make things awkward between them.

At least, that was what Solam thought.

After saying those things, Solam was summoned to the side of Lilith's carriage. This had become Lilith's daily ritual—she wanted Solam to take her riding. No, not riding horses; riding sheep at full gallop.

Solam's current mount was the Astral giant-horned rock goat summoned by the Golden Horn he had taken from the red dragon Klauth. This rock goat stood nearly 1.8 meters tall at the shoulder and over 2.5 meters in overall height! Among goats, it was absolutely a massive behemoth.

More importantly, this giant-horned rock goat was entirely golden! Combined with the thick mane around its neck, it looked more like a horned lion from afar than a rock goat!

Perhaps because it looked like a lion, the creature truly believed itself to be one. It was incredibly proud! When Solam first summoned it, it saw that its summoner was not a dwarf but some