Asher sighed, prying Cua off him. "Alright, enough of that. If you're coming with us, you need to be prepared."
Cua beamed. "Of course, Father! I've already packed everything!"
Serena tilted her head. "Wait… packed? What exactly does a dragon pack?"
Cua grinned and snapped his fingers. A magic circle glowed beneath him, and a mountain of treasure appeared—gold coins, enchanted artifacts, weapons, and even a throne.
Asher facepalmed. "You can't just bring an entire hoard with you."
"But Father, how else will I survive?" Cua pouted.
Valeris chuckled from the doorway. "He's a dragon. Hoarding is in his nature."
Serena sighed. "At this rate, we'll be mistaken for traveling royalty."
Valeris smirked. "That might not be a bad thing. After all, you'll be stepping into dangerous territory. Cua is my heir. That means there will be those who want him dead."
Asher crossed his arms. "I figured as much."
