Leon suddenly found himself a tad confused about how he obtained the rewards from the Golden Finger.
In his mind, defeating an evenly-matched opponent without injury should not be a criterion for a regular Red Dragon, let alone one of the various targets ranging from a baby dragon to an Ancient Dragon.
Many Red Dragons spend years devising an attack plan and upon discovering potential enemies, simply select a strategy and immediately implement it. The former are sly Red Dragons, while the latter are reckless ones; eight or nine out of ten die along the way, leaving the impression that Red Dragons are impulsive... Thinking this way, having the sense to use one's brain could barely count as a target.
Leon's heart had always been quite big. If he couldn't figure something out, he'd simply stop thinking about it, quickly brushing aside the trivial matters and focusing on the recently obtained Golden Finger reward.
Hand Palm Bomb?
It had been a while since he gained a damaging spell.
