“Huh? Charlotte?” Daviel, who was scratching the scales between his brows, was taken aback. He quickly dropped onto all fours to keep up behind Irene, explaining, “Don't worry, Sis. After all these years of eating, drinking, and having fun—ah, wait, no.”
Daviel spat and corrected himself, “After my careful observation of her over these past few years, she doesn't harbor any ill intent toward us, nor is she a spy sent by the Eastern Human Kingdoms.”
At this point, Daviel held his head high. Shedding his usual husky-like, silly demeanor, a look of genuine longing appeared on his face, and his tone became much gentler. “Charlotte is a traveler. She has been to many places.”
“This time, she just happened to travel to the Eastern Continent. Having heard of the Black Dragon Empire and admiring your great fame, Sis... yes! That's it!”
“To use that phrase you once taught me, she's like your die-hard fan.”
“It was only because she wanted to meet you that all these misunderstandings happened.”
“Actually... Charlotte is a really nice elf.”
Daviel scratched his head sheepishly. “She's taught me a lot of things...”
As he spoke, the little black dragon couldn't help but recall how he and Charlotte had met and gotten to know each other.
When they first met, he was actually hunting her down, treating Charlotte as an enemy invading the empire. He had only used the hunt as an excuse to sneak out and escape his tedious imperial duties.
At the time, Daviel had thought that with his strength of having a 'perfected Sacred Body', catching this little elf would be a piece of cake. Once he caught her, he would tie her up, using it as an excuse to play around outside for a few years before returning.
To his surprise, he was run ragged like a dead dog during the chase, right up until she proactively offered a truce.
Although he felt it was a bit embarrassing for a noble true dragon to yield to a weak elf back then...
Daviel was now extremely glad he made that choice.
What a joyful time that had been.
Even though during that period, Charlotte had taken him fishing by the sea in the God-Forsaken Land...
Only for him to almost get eaten by a sea monster they reeled in.
Or when she had him disguise himself as a half-beastkin to steal fruit from a beastkin tribe...
Only for them to be chased for miles by a mob of beastkin brandishing clubs and axes.
But when night fell and the sky was filled with starlight, Charlotte would always gently tell him bedtime stories under the starry sky, recounting... scene after scene of what she had witnessed on her travels...
That warm feeling was something Daviel had never experienced before...
All sorts of memories flooded his mind.
“Sis...”
Daviel hesitated, stopping in his tracks. He spoke up, “Could you... try not to hurt her if possible?”
As soon as the words left his mouth, Daviel himself froze.
He could hardly believe that he, a pure-blooded evil dragon, would actually say such a thing.
But before he could think any further, a faint voice drifted into his ears.
“Do I look like the kind of cruel, cold-blooded, murderous dragon to you?”
“Uh...” Looking at the back of the figure ahead, Daviel's lips twitched involuntarily. Memories of being bullied by her since childhood flashed through his mind, combined with how his sister had looked like she wanted to beat him up just moments ago.
A single syllable slipped out of his mouth instinctively: “Yes.”
Step.
Irene suddenly stopped in her tracks. She turned her head, a cold glint reflecting in her eyes.
Even though the daytime in the God-Forsaken Land was incredibly scorching, to the point where the distant air warped with heat, Daviel felt a sudden chill run through his entire body, as if he had been abruptly thrown into the glaciers of the Northern Continent.
He shuddered involuntarily and quickly changed his tune, “No! No, not at all! How could you look like that?”
“My dear sister, you are so holy, kind, and pure. You're more of an angel than the angels on Mount Celestia...”
“Comparing me, an evil dragon, to an angel... is he praising me or insulting me in disguise?” Irene complained inwardly, shaking her head helplessly. Ignoring Daviel, who was still brown-nosing at maximum survival instinct, she quickened her pace slightly and walked toward Fido and the others.
Before she even reached them, the three of them had already proactively stepped aside to clear a path.
Left exposed in Irene's line of sight, the elf appeared somewhat flustered. Gone was her calm, authoritative aura from before. Like a mouse meeting a cat, she hurriedly grabbed the knit hat resting on her fair thighs and stood up.
Her chest, whose impressive proportions could not be hidden, rose and fell slightly as she stood.
Her silver-white hair swayed gently in the wind, and her watery eyes looked toward Irene warily, as if stealing a glance.
Likewise, Irene was sizing her up from head to toe, though in comparison, her gaze was far more brazen.
“Very pretty, or rather, exceptionally beautiful.” That was the first thought that popped into Irene's mind.
If not for those pointed ears, she would have thought this was a succubus escaped from the Abyss.
At the same time, Irene felt an inexplicable attraction coming from her.
This made her feel a bit strange, leaving a strong sense of dissonance in her heart.
“Good day... Your Grace Irene.” Christine struggled to suppress the excitement of seeing his daughter for the first time. Forcing himself to remain calm, he performed a standard, elegant elven salute. “During my travels in the Eastern Kingdoms, I heard of your deeds more than once. As an elven traveler who loves fine wine and poetry, I... I have admired you for a long time.”
“Good day, Miss Charlotte.” Adhering to the principle of not striking a smiling face, and considering the other party was quite strong, Irene returned the salute. After a brief pause, a polite, fake smile appeared on her face. “It is my honor to have the admiration of such a beautiful elf.”
While saying this, she secretly channeled her power of faith, channeling it into her eyes.
The vision before her instantly shifted.
The invisible free elements drifting in the air turned into points of light of various colors.
When Irene focused her gaze on the elf named Charlotte, her eyes suddenly froze.
What she saw was no longer a beautiful elven lady.
Instead, it was a colossal beast coiled in front of her, at least twenty-seven or twenty-eight meters long...
A... white dragon!
His scales shimmered with a dazzling, metallic silver-white luster.
Within his golden eyes, complex spell runes seemed to flash continuously.
His backward-curving horns were unlike those of an ordinary white dragon; instead, they were spiraled like a twist. On one side of these spiral horns, a silver, diamond-shaped gem was embedded, making this exceptionally “hot-bodied” white dragon look even more bewitching and beautiful.
From the perspective of a fellow dragon, this was an exceptionally handsome and beautiful white dragon.
Only...
Judging by some rather prominent physical characteristics...
This appeared to be a... male dragon?!
“An atypical white dragon? And a male one at that?” In that brief instant, while Irene remained perfectly composed on the outside, countless thoughts swirled in her mind. “Damn! Don't tell me I've run into a cross-dressing dragon, a rare sight even among our kind?!”
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