"Hey! Junior Brother He! Have you lost your mind?" Finn poked half his head out of his blanket roll, his voice cracking.
"How did you really bring this thing out? Didn't I tell you last time? This thing is extremely dangerous! No matter how small it is, it's still a dragon! A dragon! A dragon!"
He repeated the word "dragon" three times in a row, emphasizing the seriousness of the matter.
Amon wore an ambiguous smile as he glanced at Finn, his tone carrying a hint of teasing. "Finn, back in the Amazon Rainforest, when you faced that Second Generation Dragon calling itself the Feathered Serpent God, you dared to charge in with a knife. So why are you scared stiff now that you've seen this little thing, barely bigger than a housecat?"
"How is that the same?!" Finn shouted, his face full of lingering terror. "It's precisely because I almost died last time that I've got trauma! Back then, there was a knife at my throat—I had no choice! But now you're asking for trouble, stuffing a ticking time bomb into our dorm! Isn't it good enough to live peacefully? Why do you have to provoke something this deadly?"
"Dangerous?" Amon raised an eyebrow and shrugged unconcernedly. Then he casually instructed the Red Dragon Cub on the table, "Come on, Little Red. Do a somersault."
At his command, the Red Dragon Cub called Little Red actually kicked off with its hind legs. Its tiny body nimbly sprang into the air and neatly flipped over, its slender tail tracing a perfect arc before it landed back on the table with a soft patter, steady on all four feet.
It lifted its head and let out a babyish cry toward Amon, utterly at odds with its majestic appearance.
"Chirp-roar."
The sound