Seeing his freshly chosen target being whipped by a suddenly appearing golden giant dragon, the knight who had just put on his silver-white demon hunting armor, riding his magical warhorse, stood dumbfounded in place, then turned to look at the Golden Knight.
"I told you there was no rush, there's no need for me to step in at all. This single dragon can dominate the field."
"What kind of dragon is this?" Seeing Muria, who was treating the red dragon like a punching bag, Golden Knight Leon asked his father. He had seen various five-colored dragons and metal dragons, but had never seen such a one. Looking at it, a sense of worship was beginning to form in his heart.
"...Probably a golden dragon!" replied the Rascal Uncle after a brief silence. He didn't know what kind of dragon it was either, but without a doubt, it was a dragon of very high rank.