Black dragon!

He added that the dragon could eat meat whether it was alive or dead, even rotten or burnt, with no need to worry about its health.

"But its favorite meal would be young animals or young women. It'll be thrilled if you give it that as a reward."

"...I'll keep that in mind."

Justin grimaced, recalling how Fafnir had clung to Rachel earlier. Before the dragon grew too large, he would have to make sure it understood not to mess with his companions.

"Here, eat up."

"Kyiiik!"

Crunch, chomp.

After purchasing some raw meat from the shop, Justin fed Fafnir, who eagerly tore into it. He had bought quite a bit of meat just in case, but it didn't take long for Fafnir to finish it all. After devouring what was about the weight of its own body, the baby dragon perched contentedly on his shoulder and began dozing off.

The dragon looked so cute as it slept that Justin gently stroked its head.