Jason disregarded the dragon's roar.
He had already immersed himself in the delicious food.
At this moment, all he knew was to eat!
The tender dragon flesh, unseasoned and akin to sashimi, did not require mustard, as the meat itself carried a hint of spiciness, likely because the dragon seemed to be a Fire Dragon.
Soon, the flesh atop the dragon's head was gnawed clean, revealing the hard skeleton underneath.
However, such hardness was only relative.
In the face of Jason's teeth...
Crunch.
With a crackling sound, a piece of the dragon's skull was pried open.
Jason dove straight in.
...
Inside the carriage, Reed nervously watched Jason's expression.
The close manservant, who had also practiced the 'Charles Burning Technique', knew full well the intense pain that came with a potion that could rapidly initiate one into the art.
'Without the resolve to endure death, one cannot bear such pain!'
This was the advice of his father.
