The next day, after breakfast, Liszt practiced his battle aura for a while. By the time the sun was already high in the sky, the Royal Blue Sapphire Dragon Ryze finally woke from its stupor.
Its body was still weak. It lay prone on the ground, its gaze fixed on Liszt the entire time.
"Don't look at me like that, Ryze... Here are all the potion reserves I brought with me. Take them and nourish yourself while you recover. Once your body has recovered, I'll take you back to the Flame Kingdom to begin a new life. As for now, I know you have a great many things you wish to discuss."
He pulled out a large bundle of bottled potions and placed them before Ryze.
Ryze neither accepted the potions nor made a sound, continuing to stare at Liszt. If it could, it dearly wished to spit out a mouthful of laser dragon breath and reduce Liszt to ashes.
But the Battle of Minds had already concluded, and it could not resist the restraints imposed upon its mind.
It could only vent the resentment festering in its heart in silence. It did not like Liszt; it had disliked him from the moment they met. Especially when it thought of how it had been brutally beaten, then drugged into confusion, how Dragon Tooth Platform had fallen, and how it had been forced to lose the Battle of Minds to a tiny human, it nearly suffered a heart attack.
In the Battle of Minds, Liszt had won by fair and square means, climbing every step and ascending to the final platform.
Yet this did nothing to increase Ryze's recognition of Liszt. The reason was simple: its life as a dragon had no need for a dragon knight. Even if it absolutely