"Truly, dragons never give you peace!"
Noah lamented thoughtlessly, having sent his eldest son, still a juvenile, to a continent without any troops, expecting him to expand territory and act as a king of the region.
By any nurturing standard of the Metallic Dragon Race, Noah's actions could be deemed reckless, as any slightly responsible Colorful Dragon would raise its offspring to a juvenile dragon before driving it out of the Dragon Nest.
Nevertheless, Noah did not feel there was anything wrong with his actions. After all, he had granted a whole region to his son, and when it came to generosity, few dragons in this world could rival him. Even compared to the Dragon God, he shined brighter.
After visiting his eldest son, Noah was prepared to check on his youngest son, to see how he was faring in the Demon King City, if he had adapted, and to correct the completely unnecessary habit of excess spell indulgence.
