Perfect Baldhead lay on his White Dragon friend's back, laughing so hard he kept rolling around. Fortunately, he was sitting alone at the very front.
"Baldhead~" his friend Skripconco complained. "If you keep squirming around like that and fall off, I'm not catching you!"
"My dear Skrip~" Perfect Baldhead grabbed a tuft of hair on the back of the White Dragon's neck and sat up. "I've realized kids really are easy to fool~
Even the sharpest college student is helpless against a seasoned veteran of the working world!"
"Though I have no idea what you're talking about," Skripconco snorted, his voice carrying a hint of mockery, "if this veteran you mean is Snow Old Dog, I don't see any difference between a college student and you."
Perfect Baldhead kicked his short little legs. "Well, he doesn't need to sweet-talk me into coming anymore!"
"So Old Dog insisted that Young Master send people to deal with Almraiven Fortress just to keep the Asking Sword Youth Corps occupied?"
A knight sitting behind Baldhead asked the question... White Dragons weren't particularly demanding when it came to their partners. Even someone with a strange personality and questionable taste could find a suitable friend... But some people couldn't win a White Dragon's favor even after completing the partnership prerequisites very early on, not even that of a newly adult dragon.
After all, no White Dragon could accept finding a human friend who was actually less intelligent than he was.
But there were always some Undead whose only goal in entering the game was mindless fun. They hadn't brought their brains online at all.
Still, they had gotten what they wanted.
They might envy the White Dragons flying overhead, but they were playing the way they wanted to!
It was just that every time, they had