Though Lee Han was briefly shaken, he quickly regained his composure.

After all, taking care of a child under a professor’s orders was practically a standard duty for any disciple.

Although this dragon wasn’t technically the Skull Principal’s child, it was close enough.

‘It’s not a difficult task.’

Lee Han firmly gripped the handkerchief.

Standing before him wasn’t a massive golden dragon but rather a professor’s playful, childlike offspring.

“Hah. You won’t be able to beat me!”

Hmph! Even if you're from Wardanaz, you won't be able to defeat Jorin!

The young golden dragon proclaimed confidently.

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The Skull Principal, …