"Come down."

A stern voice that carried a potent magical aura rang out.

Boom!

The demon, who was struggling to control the resisting Black Dragon, gripped and shook the reins but could not withstand the dragon's defiance and crashed to the ground.

"Argh! Narsha! Why are you doing this... Argh!!"

"Snap out of it, Colt! Please, regain your senses, aargh!!"

Nevertheless, they were the lucky ones. Those who tried too hard to control the dragon were being bitten and mauled by the enraged beast, losing their lives instantly.

Boom!!

Soon enough, two, four... eight Black Dragons gathered around him. Watching the Black Dragons land before him one after another, as if catching a standard in formation, was a magnificent sight.

These Black Dragons were notorious for their ferocity. As they were typically cloned from hatchlings, they tended to rely more on instinct than intelligence, exhibiting a wild animal-like nature. For that reason, Davey had heard from Dark Lord Ares and Thousand-day Blacksmith Surtr that breeders often got bitten to death. These fierce Black Dragons were precisely the creatures in front of him.

"Who said they're ferocious?"

Grrrrr...

The Black Dragons, lowly growling and rubbing their snouts against Davey’s hand, were already enamored with him.

"Cough..."

The demons who had fallen but not died or lost consciousness wore expressions as if they were about to foam at the mouth. Their faces showed disbelief. The very Black Dragons who had bitten their caretakers were now bowing their heads and showing affection to a human boy they were seeing for...