I looked above the bridge. The hoviyon was still flapping its wings. I opened my mouth, ""CROOAAR!!""

"!!!!!!"

The hoviyon that was levitating above us flinched and began to fly over a certain direction. Prat asked Maloran, "Hey, the hoviyons can fly, right? What's the use of building bridges?!"

Maloran said, "Idiot, not all the hoviyons are capable of flying. An unmatured hoviyon needs time to adapt to flight and when it becomes too old, its wings will lose sturdiness due to which it can no longer fly!"

We then saw two dragons crossing a bridge. Maloran cried out, "Look, over that bridge. There are two hoviyons who've grown old and are incapable of flying!"

Prat responded, "Thanks for your enlightenment, Maloran!!"

I reacted, "Wow, you called her by name for the first time, tigerhead. The two of you are progressing faster than I thought!!"

Maloran cried out, "There's nothing like that!!!!"

She and Prat got into a battle of nerves. I didn't care much. I began to walk forward. We crosse