The Red Dragon Just Wants To Do As It Pleases

Mirillian, don't come over here!

But just as he had this thought, with a cheer from the crowd before the city gate, the gate slowly opened. Knights bearing the flags of Saeolus were already leading the procession in.

A group of civilians, who had long admired the Duke of Silver, spontaneously began to scatter flower petals from their baskets, creating a spectacularly poetic scene for a moment.

Following the knights were a dozen muscular Barbarians, drenched in blood, looking like bears or panthers.

The cheerful cries of the Elves immediately turned into curses like "Zenasania."

It wasn't until the arrival of the imposing Duke of the Silver Wheel, Mirillian, on a tall white horse that the crowd gasped in admiration.

Because by Mirillian's side, there was an extraordinary presence.

A Silver Dragon whelpling!

Only, this Silver Dragon whelpling was excessively sturdy.

Walking side by side with the Duke of Silver's carefully chosen tall white horse, it even made the horse seem somewhat inferior by comparison.

Perhaps due to the influence of Dragon Might, this usually proud horse kept its constantly shaking tail low and its head bowed, trying to appear shorter than the Silver Dragon beside it.

It looked extremely humble.

Among the Nobles who had already received the news, Bards who had been paid off were now fervently spreading the story. It told of how Yevgeny led more than a hundred remnants of the Seventh Fleet, "fleeing" back from the Old Continent. These remnants fought to the death to hold back the Barbarians. Then, the Silver Dragon, Lord Saphistouin David Uthos, who was "just happening to pass by," defeated an adult White Dragon and drove the Barbarians out to sea.

It was as if a heroic tale from a novel had stepped into reality, immediately elevating the entire triumphal welcome ceremony, which stretched for kilometers at the city's eastern gate, to its climax.

Finally, as the Duke of Silver's procession drew near, Tania, lifted high on her mother Shalaina's shoulders some distance away, first blinked in surprise, then burst into laughter. She tugged at her father, who was awaiting the sight of the Duke of Silver, and called out loudly, "Dad, see! I told you not to worry. There's Brother David over there, right beside the Duke of Silver."

"Ah?" Attilicia, having transformed into a shorter female Elf, looked utterly confounded.

And as this Dragon father stood on tiptoe to look where his daughter was pointing, incredulously, it was indeed his son, who hadn't returned home last night!

How did he manage to join the procession?! That's ridiculous.

However, soon enough, the 'songs' of the Bards, who were moving with the Duke of Silver's procession and mingling with the crowd, also reached the ears of Attilicia and the few other Silver Dragons.

Particularly when he heard about Lord David Uthos, the Silver Dragon, overpowering an adult White Dragon and successfully driving away the Barbarians who were deadlocked with the High Elves' Seventh Fleet navy...

Attilicia felt his mind become a complete mess. It's all a foggy, bewildering tumult. My son not only avoided ending up on Dewensen's most-wanted list, as I feared, but instead... he's become the most celebrated hero of the great victory at the Saphistouin coast? Did he just blow up Dewensen's sewage system last night and still manage to rush to the Saphistouin coast overnight to beat up an adult Dragon? What the heck? Even if it was a White Dragon, it was still an adult Dragon! And he did all this in one night? Is he some legendary time management master? Had he, one Dragon alone, done all these things, both good and ill? Is the energy of a young Silver Dragon really so incredibly abundant?

For a moment, looking at his son basking in endless glory, Attilicia actually felt like he was 'getting old'. On reflection, it's rather comical, he thought.

Nearby, Shalaina, upon seeing the Duke of the Silver Wheel on her tall white horse, smiling and nodding courteously to the cheering crowd, sighed with sincere admiration, "Is that the famous Duke of Silver, Lady Mirillian Elizabeth? She truly looks valiant and formidable."

"Yes, although we're old friends, I have always held her in high regard," Attilicia said, equally admiringly.

However, to his surprise, Shalaina, his childhood friend, bluntly stated, "You two are not suitable."

Attilicia suddenly reacted as if his tail had been stepped on. "What's this about suitable or not? We are just pure friends, alright! Otherwise, I would have consented long ago!"

Yet Shalaina looked at Attilicia with a meaningful gaze, continuing to be direct, "That's good. A woman like her—gentle on the outside, strong on the inside, and in a high position—is indeed prone to feeling emotionally weary.

"In truth, women like her deep down often yearn for a man who can overpower them in all aspects. They desire someone who can conquer them, body and soul, allowing their spirit to finally find peace.

"That's the perfect partner they truly long for.

"Someone like you... even if you were temporarily favored by her, you could never earn her true, heartfelt trust.

"Consider Prince Harland, her former spouse in that political marriage. Didn't they separate after just a few years? Ever since, she has been raising Elizabeth alone.

"After all, she devotes almost all her thoughts to maintaining her domain, her subordinates, and the interests of her people."