At a time like this, one couldn't help but wonder about the legendary Dragon Knights of old. Did they need to recite a poem or bathe and burn incense before riding a dragon, just so that future generations could record the magnificent scene?
But the Lord was just a crude, simple man. He simply shook his head, casting aside such pointless thoughts, and swung himself onto the Silver Dragon's back.
Contrary to what he had imagined, it wasn't cold. Sophia's back was surprisingly warm, like a small furnace.
This answered a question the Lord had: how Dragon Knights on their Flying Dragons didn't freeze to death while flying at high altitudes and speeds.
He stroked the Scales. They were exceptionally smooth, refracting beautiful colors like glass.
"Awoo!"
The Three-headed Dog let out a cry, its body instantly shrinking to the size of a common mutt. It also wanted to climb onto Sophia's back and curl up in the Lord's arms.
"ROAR!"
