"Alright, this is the city-state ruled by us. How is it? Quite bustling, isn't it?"
Jonavili raised her dragon head slightly, looking like she was begging for praise.
Beside her, although Furiel wore a look of disdain, she did not choose to undermine her.
Qiao and Mofana had no concrete concept of what 'bustling' meant, but they could sense that the monsters living here seemed very happy, peaceful, and stable.
Qiao was relatively well-versed in social graces, so he immediately offered his praise.
"Impressive, truly impressive."
Qiao's flattery was very well-received by Jonavili. Beside her, Mofana noticed many gazes—some observing, some prying, some curious, some shocked, and some afraid.
For a shut-in dragon who rarely had contact with the outside world, this made her very uncomfortable and a bit restless.
Although Qiao rarely came out either, he felt that the outside world was... not bad?
'This is how it should be. The weak look up to the strong, and the strong are always the center of attention.'
Thinking of this, Qiao's draconic snout unconsciously curled into a grin. "Um, can we go look around?"
"Of course. From now on, this is the place where you will live. As long as you don't cause trouble, you can wander around however you like."
Jonavili did not refuse; letting these two wander around was fine, as it would help them get acquainted with the locals.
Having received permission, Qiao prepared to pull Mofana along for a tour, but Mofana brushed him off.
"Get lost! Go by yourself if you want to, I'm not interested."
"Oh, come on~ Let's go together."
Mofana showed an expression of intense disgust.
At this time, Jonavili reminded them.
"You can look around, but your sizes are too large. You need to shrink down to avoid causing unnecessary damage."
"Shrink?"
Both Qiao and Mofana were stunned. One must understand that as members of the dragon race, in their eyes, a majestic physique, a powerful body, a massive size, and shining scales were all necessary conditions for judging whether a dragon was good-looking or not.
Therefore, asking them to shrink their size was indeed a bit of a stretch, but with the existence of the contract, they found it difficult to refuse.
Jonavili saw the internal struggle of the two dragons and said softly.
"You have two choices: one is to shrink your original bodies, and the other is to use transformation magic to turn into other creatures."
"Transformation magic?"
The two dragons looked at each other. Jonavili demonstrated by transforming into a white-haired loli.
Mofana thought for a moment, and blue light glowed on her body. In the blink of an eye, she turned into the state she was in when she first met Jonavili.
Looking at the humanoid ice crystal monster, Jonavili's lip twitched.
"Can you change into a human? Or an elf? A vampire would work too—the kind with skin."
Hearing this, Mofana showed a strange expression. Why did this true dragon's aesthetic feel so weird?
But soon, she understood again. It was well-known that dragons had eyes for discovering beauty; otherwise, where would all the dragon-kin and sub-dragons on the continent come from? Even some races that showed atavism had slight draconic characteristics.
It could be said that even if it were a stone golem, different dragons looking at it could see something beautiful in it.
Thinking of this, Mofana did not resist. She was not a true dragon and did not have such strong persistence.
Besides, the white dragon who had turned into a human form looked... really cute.
Mofana did not use transformation magic; instead, she directly shapeshifted. Yes, shapeshifting.
Once dragons reached a certain age, they would master the art of shapeshifting, which allowed them to automatically transform into a corresponding race based on their appearance.
It was just that few dragons ever chose to do so.
A flash of blue light passed, and a pair of jade-like legs first caught Jonavili's eyes.
Her crystal-blue pupils immediately widened, and Jonavili blurted out a "What the...!"
The massive creature from before had long since vanished, replaced by an elven onee-san.
Long, white pointed ears were interspersed with a few ice crystals, and her cold, aloof face, which made one unable to stop looking, held a trace of surprise.
Her blue pupils scanned her own curvaceous figure, and the corners of her mouth lifted in a slightly satisfied arc.
'Does this appearance of mine count as being in the category of beautiful?'
She raised her head and looked at the three dragons present, especially Jonavili, tilting her head slightly.
"Do I... look good?"
There was no helping it; Jonavili's gaze was the most fervent and greedy of everyone present.
But she couldn't be blamed. Originally, Mofana had an air of being pure as ice and clean as jade. Combined with her light blue ice clothing and exaggerated body proportions, it was truly impossible for a dragon to look away.
Although Jonavili had anticipated it, she didn't expect the shapeshifted Mofana to be such a top-tier mature beauty.
Thinking this, Jonavili flew in front of Mofana as if possessed, completely ignoring her puzzled gaze, her eyes staring straight at those two mountain peaks.
"Holy—she's busty!"
Then, Jonavili unconsciously looked at her own flat chest, swallowed her saliva, and muttered.
"Why is mine so small?"
But then, a chill rose in Jonavili's mind, and she shook her head rapidly.
"No, no, no! My soul is male! What's with this envy right now?"
Jonavili was startled by the thought that had inexplicably arisen, and then a terrifying idea sprouted from the bottom of her heart.
"Could it be that I'm going to suffer a feminization corruption?"
Thinking of this, Jonavili imagined the scene after her feminization, and her scalp instantly felt numb.
"Stop, Stop!!! I don't want to be like that. A feminization corruption is just too..."
Jonavili's mutterings and actions were clearly seen by all the dragons, making Mofana and Qiao feel somewhat baffled.
It seemed they couldn't quite keep up with her train of thought. What was "busty"? Had they really been eliminated by the times because they were too shut-in?
Thinking this, the two dragons looked at Furiel, only to find that she had long since turned into a red-haired loli. Her gaze was fixed intensely on Mofana’s ample figure, looking as if she wanted to devour a dragon!
"So... Jonavili likes this kind of thing? But... why is she so big? What's the use of these things?"
As a dragon, a large chest was basically no different from a decoration. For some battle-oriented female dragons, if they transformed into humanoids, these things were simply redundant. Not to mention being useless, if they were too large, they would significantly affect combat.
After all, dragons were not mammals; wyrmlings certainly didn’t nurse in humanoid form.
But then, Furiel shook her head rapidly.
Why should she care about what that trashy Jonavili was thinking?!
Recalling Jonavili's behavior just now, Furiel felt herself getting a bit angry. After giving Mofana and the silly-looking Jonavili a fierce glare, Furiel turned around and left.
Mofana felt baffled. Were these two dragons a bit too abnormal? She hadn't done anything.
Seeing Jonavili still looking like an idiot and muttering things like "I don't want to be on the receiving end" and "Must not let hormones control my brain," Mofana only wanted to say one thing.
"Did I just join a crew of lunatics?"
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