"I feel like you haven't changed at all, Durin."
After class, while waiting for dinner at the Heavenly Master Mansion, Durin snuck into the garden to smoke—no one was around, and he didn't want the kids to see him as a bad influence.
Lina, the little mother dragon, approached Durin without a care in the world and sniffed him: "Haven't changed a bit."
Durin always felt this little mother dragon was kind of strange. You're not blind, why are you identifying people by scent like a hound demon?
You're a dragon, even if you're a Western Continent Dragon, a dragon nonetheless. How can you be so low as to break through the ecological circle like this, I ask you?
Thinking of this, Durin reached out and pinched the little mother dragon's cheek. Considering his own increased strength, he held back twenty percent of his power.
