After seeing off the ancestral Red Dragon who was eager for revenge, David headed straight for Dewensen.
However, this time he had an additional passenger: Miss Yolanda, a Succubus Dragonkin.
Of course, David couldn't possibly let a female brazenly ride on his back, so he followed the unspoken rules for dragons carrying passengers and held her in his claws.
Especially since this young woman, to avoid drawing attention, had disguised herself as a Holy Warrior clad in silver armor and wielding a greatsword.
With his current reputation in the Elven Kingdom as the 'Silver-winged Star of Doom', he was somewhat well-known. It would be bizarre if the Elves suddenly saw me, damn it, being ridden by a Holy Warrior in broad daylight! Who knows what absurd rumors might spread? Such as I had converted to the light of justice of the Tri-Holy Hall and become some Holy Warrior lady's devoted, fawning dragon, or something like that.
