This chapter is an extra update for "Hundred-Thousand-Year Salted Fish"'s ten-thousand reward.
August drifted by peacefully.
There were roughly two things worth mentioning.
One was that, nurtured by the power of the Bloodline Fruit, Greenhide, Whitehide, and Goldhide—the three little Violent Earth Dogs—had all grown robustly and learned the most basic innate magic—Rock Spike.
Without question, as the residual power of the Bloodline Fruit continued to spur them onward, the three little Violent Earth Dogs would eventually evolve into higher-level Blizzard Beasts.
The unexpected delight was Purplehide, the one whose evolution had failed. It had not experienced the explosive growth in size that Greenhide, Whitehide, and Goldhide had, but it had comprehended two kinds of magic. One was the ordinary earth-element magic that Violent Earth Dogs already knew—Rock Spike—while the other was entirely new, a magic that did not belong to Blizzard Beasts.
Advanced earth-element magic—Rock Cluster Thrust.
This magic rolled up earth from the ground and crushed enemies beneath it like rock.
Purplehide's reserves of magic power were still insufficient. It could only cast this magic with great difficulty, and it would collapse halfway through the casting, but it was undoubtedly advanced magic.
Only intermediate Magic Beasts could learn advanced magic.
Perhaps Purplehide had not failed to evolve. It had merely expressed the Bloodline Fruit's power in another way—through magical talent.
It might become a spellcaster among Violent Earth Dogs.
It was precisely because of this talent that it received treatment no worse than Greenhide, Whitehide, and Goldhide, enjoying unrivaled glory at the dog farm for a time.
This was one matter from August that Liszt considered worthy of recording in his autobiography.
The other matter was related to dragons.
He had finally left an indelible first-generation dragon rider mental imprint within the mind of Isen, the Light