"C-can I pet him...?"
Mary asked, approaching the young dragon fearfully but unable to hold herself back.
"Ask him, not me I do not make decisions for him. Baron isn't my pet, he is my subject."
Zombie, sitting on the ground rather unceremoniously, shrugged his shoulders and shooed the future heroine away without looking up from his hands that his HP regeneration skill was slowly recovering back to a 'healthy' blue color.
"(I don't mind, it is understandable that others are awed by my greatness to the point that they feel the need to touch me!)"
The young red dragon, sitting by his master raised his head and nodded benevolently at the bashful brown-haired girl.
"Baron, ease up on the pompous talk – you might regret talking like that when you get older."
"(Yes, master. I'm sorry.)"
The blue undead commanded, directly contradicting himself from just a moment ago, and the red dragon lowered his head apologetically in response.
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