However, the dragon was my own choice.
Even with tears, I had to ride it!
But Little Fire Dragon Leo was instantaneously smoked to the point of retching, and then, disregarding Liszt's obstruction, he transformed into a ball of flame and plunged into Liszt's body, leaving Liszt alone to face the Formless Dragon.
"Wuu yiya!"
The Formless Dragon, sniffing the scent released by the crushed Smoked Grass, seemed like a heavy smoker taking a deep drag and blissfully drifting as if ascending to immortality. Witnessing this scene, Liszt could only continue covering his nose, executing the next part of his plan. He began transporting the prepared food out of his Space Ring.
There were fine wines and beef, all prepared for the Formless Dragon.
Of course.
