"Caaoooooo-!!"

As expected of a winged lizard that was about 300 years old. It was huge. I reckon it would be 200 meters long with its outstretched neck high in the air. It emitted a terrible cold air throughout its body — just peel off the scales and it would be a perfect refrigerant in the refrigerator.

"Hmm, shall I run away first?"

The damn frost dragon stared at me as soon as it came out as if it had heard me or perhaps I was just in a very noticeable place. Looking back, I could see my father smiling, so it seemed that this was where he had intended for me to land.

"Caaaooooo-!"

The frost dragon blew a dragon breath at me, perhaps thinking it was I who had thrown the stone.

I rushed off the branch. The tree I was standing on was completely frozen by its breath, and it shattered. I would have died if I had gotten hit directly.

I landed dozens of meters down and ran towards the village without once looking back. Only idiots would deal with that from the front. I was not as foolish as my brothers.

"Caaoooo-!"

The frost dragon began to shoot blocks of ice at me. I admired this extremely primitive and ancient magic. As expected, dragons were different. I couldn’t believe it’s using magic like nothing even in this...