Lotheren Kingdom, Royal Court, Back Garden.
Iron Dragon Gordon lay half-reclined with its belly exposed, adorned with an array of jewelry, even the dragon horns were carefully carved and polished by craftsmen, engraved with daffodil-like patterns.
The dragon scales all over its body were also polished and sculpted, each one gleaming like the finest obsidian, without a trace of blemish.
Numerous maids served on both sides.
Continually bringing various gourmet foods to the iron dragon.
Delicious barbecue, rich meat stew, fresh and sweet fruits, tasty little cakes… everything was available.
Yet Gordon was not happy, lying idly, occasionally opening its mouth to eat the delicacies the maids brought, looking at its belly with a troubled face.
It felt like it was as fat as a pig.
No, fatter than a pig.
The tender flesh almost squeezed through the scales, the belly swelling in rings, and even the iron dragon's previously hard face armor had grown pudgy with excess flesh.
