After lunch.
Liszt began inspecting his territory.
His first stop was the thorn plantation. After examining it several times, he easily found a thorn bush that had already begun nurturing an Elf Bug. It was even a Fast-Growing Poison Thorn—no matter what variety of Thorn Bug it was, it could cultivate magic herbs.
He instructed the Bug Protection Team to keep careful watch over the Thorn Bug being nurtured.
Liszt suddenly could not be bothered to continue his inspection. News of his becoming a Dragon Knight had already spread across every corner of the island like rainfall.
Everywhere he went, great numbers of serfs would neglect their work and secretly watch him.
The officials all had noses like hounds, desperately inventing excuses to approach Liszt, even if only to catch a distant glimpse of the great Dragon Knight lord.
This situation would be difficult to settle in the short term. Dragon Knights were simply too astonishing. Everyone had grown up listening to stories of Dragon Knights. Even the lowliest serfs had dreamed of becoming Dragon Knights as children. In ninety-nine percent of all knightly novels, the protagonist rode a dragon.
And if they could not ride one, they at least had to slay an evil dragon.
"Annoying."
Riding Loki the Landwalker, Liszt flew toward Thorn Castle and returned to the castle shortly afterward.
There did not seem to be anything urgent for him to do, so he decided to train the Blizzard Beasts for a while.
During peacetime, the Blizzard Beasts were basically mobile rock mines. Every day, squire knights led them to a special stone plaza and let them recklessly cast magic there, expending their overflowing energy.
"Woof woof!"
Dousen had grown up. No longer did he enthusiastically pounce over as he had in childhood; he had begun to