Amon leisurely held out his hand, wearing his usual faintly teasing smile, and softly spoke two words. "Come, shake."
The Red Dragon Cub, this legendary creature, had lost all its dignity at this moment. A trace of deeply unwilling grievance flashed through its dark golden slit-pupils, like a child who had been bullied.
After hesitating for a moment, it cautiously raised a forepaw, carefully retracting its sharp claws before slowly—almost ingratiatingly—placing its little paw onto Amon's palm.
"Lie down."
The young dragon obediently lowered itself, its chin against the ground.
"Turn left."
The young dragon awkwardly twisted its body and turned left.
"Turn right."
It turned to the right again.
"Backflip."
This time, the young dragon clearly hesitated. But after looking into Amon's calm, unruffled eyes, it still gathered its strength and completed the move, though rather comically. It rolled around like a tumbler doll.
After that string of commands, this creature that should have symbolized destruction and power had actually carried out Amon's orders with the precision of a well-trained hound.
Lu Mingfei stared wide-eyed at the cat-sized, cat-tame young dragon. Finn's descriptions of how savage and violent Dragon Raja were, how they destroyed the world, began to shake violently in his mind. He swallowed. Suddenly, he felt that... Dragon Kind did not seem quite so terrifying after all?
If someone posted a video of little Slaughter online, it might even draw furious condemnation from animal lovers!
Meanwhile, Finn and Masashi Toyama stood with their mouths agape. Someone could probably have stuffed an egg into either of their mouths without them noticing.
This scene of a human and a dragon "getting along harmoniously" and "interacting cheerfully" was simply unheard of.
"I... I didn't see that wrong, did I?" Masashi Toyama rubbed his eyes hard, his voice dry. "He... he