"Hmm, I'm already the Dragon King, it's only normal for my form to change!" Dimos lowered his head with his eyeballs that looked like molten gold, looked down at Muria, who had grown up to fifteen meters with the passage of time, and the Golden Dragon Mother who had transformed into a blonde girl.
"But you, Atris, my daughter." The golden Dragon King remarked with slight surprise, "You called me 'Dad' today, when was the last time I heard that?"
"Pfft, old man, for once I called you 'Dad', just go along with it, why do you have to make such a fuss!" The Golden Dragon Mother sat on Muria's considerably broad shoulders, looking disgruntled.
Old man! As soon as Dragon King Dimos heard his daughter address him in this way, his facial expression immediately returned to normal. This was the nickname he was accustomed to, as for 'Dad', it still felt a little unfamiliar.