Despite Leone doing his best to remain serious, the scene before him simply made it impossible. Then again, how heartless must one be to not smile at something this endearing?
The monsters he had summoned could not disobey him and, in turn, couldn't hurt his people. In other words, the Dragonmaw Tyrant had no choice but to endure as the plaything of the Aslan Tribe's children.
At the moment, the kids were all hanging onto its body like koalas, to which the monster that could terrorize a river could only weep crocodile tears.
As for the Frillcrest Lizard, making it a mount was hard.
Why? Because instead of running on four legs, its default running action forced it to stand up and run on its hind legs.
No rider would mount such a beast unless they had that oddly specific hobby.
"So things like this could happen too, huh?" Leone muttered.
