"Keep an eye on my son, okay? Your task is to help me take care of the child for a while."
As Lette spoke, Little Exess had already jumped onto the back of the Force Field Dragon, sliding down as if it were a slide.
"I'm a dignified Meme Level powerhouse, what do you take me for? A brooding hen?"
"What else then?"
Lette waved the black stick in his hand: "Do you want to be a roasted chicken? Or perhaps, boiled chicken?"
As he spoke, Lette brought out his Dragon Slayer's Lament, and the Force Field Dragon became quite obedient, mumbling under its breath.
"Just for a while, okay!"
"Before you leave, place a force field that will make their size similar to mine."
"Why?"
The Force Field Dragon expressed its confusion over Lette's request: "I can use the force field to shrink their size to match yours proportionally.
But their strength won't change at all.
With the same level of strength, I think your small size actually gives you an advantage!
