"This is my younger brother, isn't he? He looks so beautiful!"
Iliad, who had gone to Heaven for advanced training and completed the first round of studies, leaned on the windowsill, peeking at the young Golden Dragon sleeping soundly on the Golden Gemstone Couch, his eyes full of eagerness.
Although this brother's dragon form was almost identical to his own, with just brighter scales, it made him even more tempted to reach out and touch him.
"I wonder when he'll wake up?"
Lengthening his neck to gaze at him for who knows how long, Iliad saw that his brother was still motionless on the Golden Gemstone Couch, with only the sound of steady breathing filling the air, causing the look in his eyes to gradually shift from anticipation to disappointment.
Because he had realized that it was impossible to wait for his brother to wake up within a short period of time.