Submission Of A Dragon

'So, he thinks I am from the Sovereign Clan and had Runeblood that had the ability to break the so-called rule, although he didn't seem to know what that actually is.'

Ian had some guesses, but he didn't want to come to any conclusions yet. For him, knowing something about his bloodline was a huge gain on this trip.

"So, what do you think? What method do you have to help me leave this tower? In fact, all you have to do is break the rules that bind me."

Ignysyl asked, unable to control himself anymore, and even suggested a flimsy solution.

Seeing his expected look in ruby-like eyes and his clearly restless mood, Ian fell into a dilemma. 

'If I say he has to form a bond with me and be with me forever possibly controlled, will he get angry?'

No matter what, Ignysyl was a dragon, and he seemed to have received some inheritance too.

Although he looked naive and cute, he was a living dragon nonetheless.