The Leader of the Dark Dragons, Orphen, left Zilvagias' chambers and strolled leisurely through the corridors of the Demon King's castle.
(I've gotten quite used to the frustration of this body.)
The gentle smile fixed on his face twisted with a hint of sarcasm.
When he had first taken on human form, the small strides and slow movement had driven him to irritation, making him break into a jog whenever possible.
But after hearing the snide remarks—"What's the point of having such a big body if you're so restless?" "As expected of a lizard, always skittering around"—he had made it a point to walk deliberately slow.
In any case, compared to flying with his wings, walking or running in this body made no real difference. Even if it took him longer to move, it was far better than tarnishing the pride of the Dragon Clan...
