South of the Atlantia Continent, Lotheren Kingdom, Royal Capital Palace.
"Gordon, what's getting to you now?"
Princess Alina, wearing a moon-white long dress and a gold and white coronet, pushed the door open and saw the Fat Iron Dragon tossing around, unusually exercising.
"How can a noble dragon rely on external things? At the very least, I must be able to fly by myself."
Gordon recalled the posture and physique of the Red Iron Dragon that he adored and slowly rolled over, his massive body pressing down so heavily that even Magic Runes glowed on the floor.
"You're quite adorable as you are, no need to deliberately lose weight."
Princess Alina stepped forward, patted the dragon's plump belly, and said.
In her eyes, dragons with normal physiques seemed a bit ferocious, while Iron Dragon Gordon was just right now, looking harmless and cute.
"Alright... alright then."
Gordon felt the soreness in his body, and after hearing Alina's words, he slumped down in dispiritedness.
