“Roar! What about Roar?”

“No. Didn’t you see his majestic appearance? He’s totally a Bellow. Bellow! Or maybe Screech.”

“I vote for Snarl!”

For a while, the One-horned tribe was stirred up after hearing the name that the Demonic Dragon had so harshly rejected. They were having a good time trying to name him.

“Tsk-tsk. Fighting twenty-four-seven has left all your wits in the trash.”

“Huh? What about you? Do you have a good name?”

“Of course!”

“What is it?”

“Butterfly!”

There was a moment of silence.

“These names should make a big impression right away. Hey! Don’t laugh!”

The tribe members couldn’t agree on a single name.

“Naming is so hard. When I hatched my Mythical Beast on the eleventh floor, I struggled for a long time to name it, too.”

“But it’s a Demonic Dragon! Not a Mythical Dragon, or anything like that! We should give it a name that suits it!”

The appearance of a Demonic Dragon was a first for the One-horned tribe, despite their long history. This creature with the rank of a Legendary Beast and the strength of a Magical Beast reminded them...