Previously, he called himself a “Dragon Knight,” but that was just self-aggrandizement; the proper title should actually be “Wyvern Knight.”

If some fool really dared to use such a title in front of a true dragon and a real Dragon Knight, they would most likely be smashed into pulp or blasted to pieces on the spot.

No one would bother to seek justice for such a reckless idiot who brought disaster upon themselves.

A true Dragon Knight could easily crush a dozen lesser Wyvern Knights. If what the other party said was true, wouldn’t that mean he himself was in great danger?

At this thought, Erica immediately lost his nerve, his grip on the great bow loosening involuntarily. He kept glancing around, terrified that a fearsome dragon might suddenly pounce and kill him.

Wait, Maureen?

He seemed to have heard that name before?

“Greg!”

Erica lowered his great bow while signaling to his wind-element wyvern.

The clever wyvern easily understood its rider’s intent, its wings giving a sharp, small tremor as it clung to the top of a nearby tall tree.

Its long, powerful limbs gripped the treetop tightly, swaying a few times to steady itself. The wing membranes pressed against the branches and leaves, distributing its weight and allowing it to take flight again at any moment.

The Wyvern Knight scrutinized the other party, confirming once more, “Are you really called Maureen?”

Black hair and black eyes—he seemed to match the rumored appearance of the Dragon Knight who had contracted with a metallic dragon.

That Dragon Knight with light-element battle aura also had black hair and black eyes.

Compared to the brief tension and fear just now, he suddenly relaxed.

It was as if this Dragon Knight’s name didn’t put as much pressure on him as the others did.

“That’s right, I am indeed Dragon Knight Maureen! You still haven’t answered my question.”

Mark Benson kept a close eye on the other’s movements, secretly on guard.

Although there was an unspoken rule among aerial knights: in non-combat situations, it was forbidden to kill unarmed or non-combatant aerial knights.

But in private, there were always some shady dealings.

Whether it was “Dragon General” or light-element battle aura, both were enough to ensure Mark Benson could completely ignore the opponent’s powerful bow. However, the twin sisters behind him were not so lucky.

Those sisters probably didn’t realize that the great bow in the other’s hands could easily shoot through that big tree.

Unfortunately, his own metallic dragon, Gold Coin, had already been forcibly taken back to Sky Dragon City by the dragon clan’s law enforcement captain, the female spatial silver dragon, Taisepaliya. Otherwise, he wouldn’t be wasting words with this minor Wyvern Knight.

He wouldn’t even need to do anything himself; that ferocious glutton would have already grabbed these two by the neck and handed them over for severe punishment.

“Are you really called Maureen? Hmm, I know your name. The Slaine Empire’s Royal Dragon Knight Legion does have a Dragon Knight named Maureen, but… ha, hahaha…”

Erica matched the name to the information in his memory, and suddenly burst out laughing with a strange meaning.

He had really been too cautious!

To think he was actually afraid of someone like this!

Chapter 0008: The Dragon Knight’s Head

The existence of the Slaine Empire’s Royal Dragon Knight Legion was no secret among the upper echelons of neighboring countries.

There were even special files to record each Dragon Knight’s name, martial skills, personality evaluation, strengths, weaknesses, and contracted dragon, among other information.

Dragon Knight Maureen was a rare oddity in the Slaine Empire’s Royal Dragon Knight Legion.

This unlucky knight had actually signed an equal partnership contract with a ferocious metallic dragon before the Dragon God contract.

What a ridiculous thing!

Although the combat power of metallic dragons was well recognized, they were truly indiscriminate killing machines. In theory, they could become a Dragon Knight’s contracted partner.

But in reality, signing such a contract was practically suicide.

In order to get that metallic dragon—who might kill its own rider at any moment—to participate in battle and to keep his prestigious Dragon Knight title, the unfortunate Dragon Knight Maureen often had to devote a portion of his attention in battle to guard against his own ferocious dragon turning on him.

“Hey, hey, Dragon Knight Maureen, where’s your dragon? Judging by your appearance, it must have abandoned you, right? You’re really lucky, not to have died at the hands of such a savage creature, hahaha.”

A Dragon Knight without a dragon was nothing in Erica’s eyes. He thought he had already guessed part of the truth—if that dragon were still nearby, he and his wind-element wyvern Greg would have been dead and gone by now.

Otherwise, how could the other party be standing here talking to him? He would have been reduced to pulp long ago.

If Dragon Knights weren’t such an extremely rare, high-level national strategic force, this light-element knight with his mismatched metallic dragon partner would probably have been stripped of his Dragon Knight title and expelled from the Royal Dragon Knight Legion long ago.

He might not even have received enough resources to advance, and would never have reached the ninth rank.

Most likely, he would have ended up in some ordinary knight unit, dying on the battlefield in the central mountains of Helaer, where the two empires clashed.