"Lord Noah, it has been a long time since we last met. Bar misses your majestic presence immensely, and today he finally feels your unparalleled charm and wisdom once again..."
Bar, still the same big-headed dragon kid, showed the same flattering, servile attitude upon the Golden Dragon's summons, just as he did in the past, perhaps even more so.
"Enough!"
Being flattered by a Red Dragon was indeed a pleasant experience for any dragon, but where Bar learned this from was unknown, and Noah truly couldn't listen any longer, raising a dragon claw to interrupt.
"Do you remember how long you've been living on my territory?"
"I remember. The Dragon Breath Fruit above my nest ripens once a year and has rotted three times, so it's been about three years."
Bar answered seriously.
"Hmm, not bad. In less than two years, you'll be able to sleep and transform into a young dragon."
