A Pet Dragon Taming Guide for a Dragonless Dragon Knight 11

Kale — a penniless young man who lost his parents and hometown at an early age, raised in an orphanage, with nothing to his name but a lively smile.

Having come of age and set out to make it on his own, he takes the entrance exam for the Dragon Knight Order, chasing a dream he's held since childhood.

At the noisy exam grounds where all manner of people have gathered, he meets a quiet, golden-haired young man named Yushi.

Kale, blunt and oblivious as he is, has no idea — but this "golden friend" seems to be hiding an extraordinary secret…

The Dragon Knight Order officials watching over the two's precarious friendship can only pray that the clueless Kale doesn't offend His Excellency.

A meeting between an earnest, positive, and energetic aspiring dragon knight and a quiet dragon in polymorph form.

Can Kale truly tame the Dragon Lord wearing a human face?

"Hey, tall friend. Nice to meet you. What are you doing here all by yourself?"

Kale greeted him cheerfully, the way he would a nervous younger kid at the orphanage. Even with someone talking to him, the man didn't budge an inch, head bowed as though he'd gone deaf. Still enough to pass for a statue installed by the Dragon Knight Order. Beginning to wonder if that was actually the case, Kale tried to get a look at the other person's face through the curtain of fallen bangs.

All Kale could make out was a glimpse of a nose bridge peeking through the long golden fringe. The color in the skin told him this was at least a living person. Figuring the guy was just too tall to notice anyone below him, Kale worked up his nerve and stepped closer — then pushed his luck further and moved right up to his face, craning his neck back.

"Hey — you okay?"

Golden threads swayed gently in front of Kale's eyes. A pair of golden irises that had been hiding beneath that gleaming curtain met his gaze. Kale thought those strange eyes, glowing the exact same golden shade as the hair, were incredibly beautiful.

"Okay. You hold it like this."

As though teaching a younger sibling, Kale corrected Yushi's grip so he was holding the fork handle properly.

Mirroring Kale exactly, Yushi brought a piece of meat skewered on the tines up to his face and opened his mouth.

Slightly pointed canines — sharper than any human's — flashed briefly as the meat vanished safely into his mouth. Yushi's face, food now inside it, held perfectly still with nothing but a smile — not a single chewing motion.

"Good job. Not so hard, right? But you've got to pull the fork out of your mouth. You can't eat like that."

Kale praised him first, then pointed out the issue, gesturing at the fork that had disappeared head-first into Yushi's mouth. Yushi did as he was told and pulled the fork back out — with no head on it, as though it had been cleanly snapped off.