"Oh Uranos!"
The majestic yet approachable Golden Dragon descended gracefully, extended its Dragon Claw, and pressed down on the head of a fiercely charred horned lion, looking at Uranos who was about to pull out his weapon.
"Uncle Noah!"
Although he was not even a year old, he was like an adult, knowing etiquette, and bowed slightly to the Golden Dragon that stepped on his prey, in a proper manner.
"How long have you been in my territory?"
"I have stayed in your territory for twenty-one days and nights."
Uranos thought for a moment, then answered seriously.
"Do you remember how many creatures you have hunted in my territory?"
"I can't remember."
This time, the little boy frowned and thought for a long time, eventually shaking his head, truly unable to remember.
He walked alone in this primitive mountain with few traces of civilization, not proactively provoking any creatures, only defending himself against beasts that saw him as prey.
