The Red Dragon Just Wants To Do As It Pleases

"Oh?" David, already somewhat irritated by the Drow Matriarchs' tantrums, narrowed his eyes slightly.

He truly wanted to know what could make the Drow Matriarchs so sure he would be interested.

With a jolting sound, twelve Drow Matriarchs simultaneously stepped aside.

Dozens of grimy Drow, pushing a large wooden cart hastily assembled from various materials from lizard-drawn wagons, came before David.

The one at the very front was none other than Alianna, the Drow who had boldly swigged two big gulps of Anger Potion concentrate and bled from her rear in front of David.

But at this moment, David wasn't in the mood nor had the leisure to fuss over this 'blatantly overdue delinquent' Drow.

He stared, somewhat dazed, at the Silver Dragon lying on the wooden cart before him. Its eyes were lifeless, seemingly devoid of interest in life, and resigned to its fate.

Are they really trying to settle their debt with such a Silver Dragon, looking like a squeezed-out rag doll, obviously milked dry by them?

And it's a male, at that!

Do they really think I, David, am a Red Dragon that's easy to fool?

Then he heard the Matriarch who had spoken earlier say,

"He is a Silver Dragon captured by Flavia some time ago.

"But because he disguised himself as a female Drow of the Celestial Faction to get close to Spider Nest City."

Upon hearing this, the Silver Dragon, which had been feigning death, suddenly perked up its ears, and its tail also propped up.

Only its mind, dazed by the loss of its treasures, was still rebooting.

The Matriarch continued,

"Therefore, until today when our goddess personally discovered him in the Spider Temple, none of us Drow had laid a hand on him."

They've been talking for so long, but what does this male Silver Dragon's chastity have to do with me? David thought.

If it were a female Silver Dragon, I might have been a bit more interested.

Then he heard words that nearly made his mind crash on the spot:

"Since you've been living on the Old Continent, you might not know this. This Silver Dragon was the accompanying priest during the Ice Sea War nine years ago.

"It was also that year your mother, the Crimson Calamity Pafila, captured him and had relations with him."

The name Pafila, like a nightmare, immediately spurred the befuddled Silver Dragon. He forcibly rebooted and attempted to rise and interrupt,

"No! Don't say it!"

But the Matriarch completely ignored his struggle. She looked David up and down, confirmed that his form was that of a young Red Dragon, and continued,

"So, based on the timing, this Silver Dragon, most likely, is your father."

Your father!

His father!

Father!

My father?!!

David was utterly shocked.

A Silver Dragon!

This utterly feeble-looking creature before me?

This absurd revelation nearly caused the Wrathful David to spontaneously spew forth a blast of fierce Dragon Breath.

Then he thought of his sister, Tania.

Yes, damn it, my sister Tania...

Was a Silver Dragon!

And I had never bothered to delve into the reason behind this absurd state of affairs!

Could it be that she was telling the truth?

This Silver Dragon before me... is he really my father in this world, as absurd as that sounds?!!

Could it be this nonsensical?

While David was still digesting this explosive revelation, he heard the Drow Matriarch continue with a smile,

"So, if you take him back to the Old Continent and return him to your mother, Her Highness Pafila,

"She would be very pleased, no doubt."

And upon hearing these words, the first to lose his composure was not David but the Silver Dragon.

Even though he was male, he instantly curled up like a coquettish Persian cat, crying his eyes out in a display of 'pear blossoms bathed in rain':

"AHHHHHH!!!

"I don't want to live anymore!!!

"Just kill me!!!"

He had imagined countless scenarios of reuniting with his child.

But he had never thought it would be such a humiliating scene that would leave him feeling so ashamed he'd wish he could just crawl into a hole right then and there.

Even with his eldest child being a Red Dragon.

He had no face to remain a dragon!

Yet, for some reason, David began to connect this desperately melodramatic figure with a rather handsome priest, and his tone became uncertain,

"Teacher Attilicia...?"

As soon as he spoke, David realized something was amiss.

"...Saphistouin?" Attilicia asked, finally catching on.

The Drow onlookers were also confused. Hadn't this Red Dragon been calling himself David Uthos all this time?

"..." David was at a loss for words.

"..." Attilicia also fell silent for a moment.

How could he not realize that the Silver Dragon child he had once favored and invested everything in, and the Red Dragon scourge who had triggered the Scales of Evil's divine grace to leave him bankrupt, were the same bastard!

A Red Dragon! How dare he pretend to be a Silver Dragon, to get close, to scheme, to trap his own father!

"My son, you traitor!!!"

The Drow Matriarchs, their expressions a spectacle, immediately witnessed an enraged Silver Dragon Attilicia pouncing on the Red Dragon David like a wildcat.

They thought they would witness a Silver Dragon father beating his Red Dragon son. This would put the offspring of the Crimson Calamity in his place, allowing them to haggle over the price afterward.

However, the reality was the exact opposite.

David had just endured a tough battle. He was still fueled by countless layers of unsubsiding Wrath, freshly empowered by the Wrath of Tiamat, and at the peak of his draconic life. He instinctively grabbed his lunging Silver Dragon father and pinned him to the ground on the spot.

The latter could only helplessly flail his 'delicate' limbs and cry out, futilely slapping at the strong arms of his Red Dragon son.

"...Sorry, I didn't mean to." David, feeling his actions might have been excessive, scratched his head with his free claw.

"..." Watching the scene of the young Red Dragon manhandling the young Silver Dragon on the ground, the Drow Matriarchs began to question their Drow existence.

For a moment, they couldn't tell if it was the young Silver Dragon father who was too weak, or the young Red Dragon son who was too strong.

Ultimately, they could only conclude that this was, indeed, the bloodline of the Crimson Calamity Pafila...

And under the public eye, the Silver Dragon Attilicia, utterly defeated by his own son, lost his last shred of dignity. Beating his tail against the ground, he wailed in despair,

"I don't want to live!"

"How could you bully me like this!"

"I'm your father!!!"

He would rather die than go back to Pafila, or be taken home in such disgrace by his own Red Dragon son.

The lost Gold Coins could be earned back; after all, he was still a young Alchemist.

But the face he lost in front of his son could never be regained!

How utterly mortifying!

As a young Silver Dragon, he couldn't even beat his son, a young Red Dragon!

What face did he have left to meet Pafila, the legendary Red Dragon!

It's too fucking demeaning for a dragon!

AHHHHHH!!!