To die in the bloom of youth—perhaps that too was a kind of tragic beauty.
Paris thought so, but Liszt paid it no mind. Sooner or later, he would study Paris's identity as a Black Dragon Thrall. It would offer excellent inspiration and guidance for applying dragon magic. Black Dragon Thralls and White Dragon Thralls might seem somewhat evil to humans, but they appeared to benefit dragons.
According to Paris, if nothing changed, she would be devoured by the Light Dragon's magic and ultimately return to the Light Dragon—Dragon Thralls seemed to be a form of cultivation. If Little Fire Dragon Rio could learn it and scatter three thousand blood droplets... wouldn't creating three thousand Black Dragon Thralls let him grow at a tremendous pace?
Of course.
For now, Liszt had not even completed riding a dragon. Unraveling the secrets of Black Dragon Thralls was still far too early; there was no need to rush.
After resting for a night in Port Town, he rode Rose, the Seven-Colored Whale, early the next morning and swam toward the beach at Coral Island's southwestern tip. That was Purple Sand Crocodile territory.
"I wonder whether that Magic Beast has already preyed upon the Purple Sand Crocodile. If it has finished feeding, this will all have been for nothing."
The beach where the Purple Sand Crocodile lived was vast, but to Liszt, possessing the Magic Eye was the same as being equipped with radar. Tracking the Purple Sand Crocodile was easy.
It was lurking in the sea along the edge of the beach and had yet to be preyed upon.
Liszt did not disturb it, merely waiting nearby. "Where is that high-level Magic Beast?" His gaze swept in every direction, but he saw no sign of the high-level Magic Beast indicated by the Smoke