The Red Dragon Just Wants To Do As It Pleases

Even without David's reminder through the Soul Prism, the three elves led by Hiatt knew they had to pretend not to recognize him due to his current "Silver Dragon skin."

But they couldn't pretend they hadn't seen him either.

After all, the 'bombardment' David caused with his spur-of-the-moment idea to combine Petrification Armor with his Comet Mode's high-speed cruising was indeed too spectacular. Anyone who had witnessed this shocking moment would definitely not forget it.

Originally, David had planned to 'do good deeds without leaving his name,' shaking his tail and leaving behind only the legend of the Silver-winged Star of Doom.

After all, he had come here purely because he heard King Giral had exploited a loophole in their agreement, seeking a dragon as an external ally to encroach on his 'offshore trade profits' in a fit of anger.

He was ready to give these barbarians a taste of the world's malice and a sound beating, so they would obediently go back and call for reinforcements.

They shouldn't try to cheat with external help, shutting their doors to make a silent fortune.

Vision! Since these narrow-minded barbarians couldn't broaden their vision, then he would help them do so. But as David, it wasn't quite appropriate for him to be the instigator. His mother, Pafila, was strong, but she was just a legendary dragon, after all. If incidents like those in the Gloomy Region, which disturbed deities, happened a few more times, he estimated that even his mother's strong heart couldn't bear her dragon child causing mischief all over the world. After all, the Drow had only the Spider Queen behind them—an enemy of Barto Hell and a deity who had seized divinity in the Abyssal Depths to ascend again. Bullying them was just that, bullying. But behind the Elf King's throne, a whole pantheon of elf deities provided protection. If things really escalated, who knew if the Protection of Tiamat would still hold up? So, matters requiring a scapegoat, particularly a big one, were best left to those barbarians willing to fight and defy, along with the War God Faction behind them. Following behind them, waving a flag and sharing some spoils—that wouldn't be too much, would it?

But just as David was preparing to return to Dewensen, a cry for help came from the forest temple, which the White Dragon's attack had reduced to a bald patch:

"Your Excellency! Esteemed Silver Dragon! Please save us! Many elves are still buried under the ruins, and with our strength, we simply can't move the debris..."

Hmm? David turned his head, glanced over, and an idea suddenly struck him.

It wasn't out of so-called 'compassion.' For David, a transmigrator, aside from his dragon sister Tania and his own family, he found little sense of belonging from emotional ties in this world. As for the Elves, Barbarians, and even humans of this otherworld? To him, while not exactly aliens, they felt more distant than mere different species. He wouldn't feel the slightest ripple in his heart no matter how many died. Never mind having transmigrated; even in his previous life, while he wouldn't verbally oppose 'prohibiting racial discrimination,' seeing Europa make itself a minority in mere decades through immigration and refugee policies inevitably brought him a sense of schadenfreude. Deep down, he was repulsed by the idea of certain groups coming to negatively impact his own country and city. But since he was already here and had beaten the dragon, why not take the credit too? What was there to fear about exposure? On second thought, perhaps it could even be beneficial for his identity and endeavors? Weren't there plenty of entrepreneurs from humble beginnings who started charities after achieving success? In Amerigan, scores of 'villainous tycoons' from all sectors, after amassing fortunes, bribed politicians to whitewash their images. If those damned scoundrels could do it, why couldn't he? As for how he knew about the barbarian attack and managed to arrive in time for a rescue? For a Silver Dragon like him, wasn't it perfectly normal to take a leisurely flight after a full meal? He was just a bit more energetic, so his flight happened to cover a few hundred kilometers, that's all. You could even ask that bunch of thoroughly beaten barbarians if I'm on their side!

Thinking this, David, whose expression had been indifferent, immediately adopted the persona of a 'righteous and kind' Silver Dragon. He shouted to Hiatt and the others rushing over,

"Quickly, Elves! The temple over here has collapsed!"

Hiatt, in the lead, immediately understood. Her 'mind-linked' puppet commander, Yevgeny, promptly ordered,

"All troops, full speed ahead! Reinforce the Forest Temple!"

Soon, a group of former Elven navy personnel also joined the search and rescue efforts.

Some of the seriously injured Elves had thought they were beyond hope, or at least wouldn't receive timely and effective treatment, and could only pray for a miracle.

However, when foreign tribes plundered the temple, divine punishment hadn't manifested to protect them, its believers. This caused the faith of some to waver.

Then, to their surprise, they discovered this young Silver Dragon, besides possessing overwhelming combat strength, could actually perform various Healing Spells!

This was especially true when a female Elf Priest, suddenly remembering that dragons coveted wealth, vomited out a hidden diamond necklace as a 'thank you' to ensure 'better' treatment for herself.

The Silver Dragon actually plucked several diamonds from it, crushed them, and then cast a seventh-circle Regeneration Spell that utterly astonished the Elves.

David naturally collected the remaining diamonds in front of all the Elves as his payment.

Although the High Elves inwardly cursed the dragon's Greed, their bodies honestly went to work, 'each pulling out all the stops' to offer their hidden treasures. David, the dragon, watched this display, utterly flabbergasted.

Dragons were already notorious for hoarding treasure, but these Elves, desperate to keep some personal wealth, were even more ingenious in their hiding methods. This also explained why those barbarians hadn't committed even more brutal acts; they were constrained by King Giral and possessed a basic reverence for divine authority. Otherwise, had they not been restrained, they might have unleashed hellish torments upon what should have been a sanctuary, potentially driving themselves to commit even more cruel acts in the ensuing frenzy.

While David was halfway through healing the wounded outside the Forest Temple, several Griffin Knights arrived first to join the rescue. Not long after, the ground began to tremble faintly.

Without looking back, David knew the 'Elven defense force' had finally arrived, albeit belatedly.

He briefly estimated the time and thought the Elves had actually arrived quite quickly. Less than three hours had passed since the attack on the coastal territory began. Considering they came from Saeolus City, a hundred kilometers away, their efficiency—from receiving news of the attack to mobilizing troops and riding here—was remarkably swift. In a world with a civilization level comparable to the Middle Ages, how could this not be considered fast? It could even be described as the epitome of military celerity. Aside from Hiatt's 'lucky' group of Elves, whose returning ship had fortuitously encountered the situation, the main Elven navy contingent, lagging behind, was still nowhere to be seen.

But when David saw the commander of this small, elite army, he was taken aback.

The other party, upon seeing him, was equally incredulous.

"Saphistouin! It really is you!"

"When the Griffin Knights reported that a young Silver Dragon had intervened in the battle, I could hardly believe it."

The newcomer was indeed his father's 'best friend.'

Duke Mirillian Elizabeth of the Silver Wheel.

Only at this moment did David understand why this Duke of Silver was so beloved by the people and considered a cornerstone of the Elves by the local nobles.

A legendary figure, and a Duke to boot. When trouble arose, she truly stepped up herself.