King and King 3

The first rays of dawn had yet to fully pierce the clouds, and the lakeshore remained shrouded in a hazy veil of mist.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh...

That morning, after once again experiencing the "baptism" of fatherly love as heavy as the Mountains of the Moon, Viserion seemed to have forsaken his brothers and thrown himself into the arms of his loving "father."

The proof... was the large silver Trout it had caught for him. In return, Gryn had specifically added a hefty chunk of roasted meat to its breakfast.

The roasted meat was nearly the same size as the Trout, making it an exceptionally fair trade.

Seeing this, Rhaego pondered for a moment. Then, its strong, powerful body gathered strength against the ground before it kicked off fiercely, spreading wings that had yet to fully mature but were already quite formidable as it flew toward the lake.

Before long, Rhaego returned triumphantly with a large fish in its jaws. Though all of them were still growing and limited in both flight distance and altitude, it was visibly sturdier than Viserion and Jons. Its powerful wings beat with greater force, allowing it to reach waters farther away, so it truly held an advantage when it came to catching fish.

However.

The wise and far-sighted Lord Gryn could already picture the chaotic scene of countless fish piled like a mountain before the tent.

So he hurriedly gathered the three young dragons before him and gave them a special lesson, whether they could understand him or not.

They listened with wide eyes. When Rhaego failed to receive the roasted meat it had expected, it confronted Gryn for a while before angrily turning away. As it moved its short little legs, it did not forget to ram hard into Viserion, who stood dazedly beside