A Dragon against the Whole World

The morning dew among the Dragon Scales refracted the dawn light. Galos folded his wing membranes, letting the rising sun coat his Black-Red Scale Armor with a golden edge.

He gazed at the slightly twitching tail tip of the Silver Dragon, realizing that the strategy of ’using modest words to dissolve hostility’ from ’Dragon Taming Technique’ was completely ineffective at this moment.

In Adri’s eyes, there was undeniably the sour anger unique to an aged father.

Such emotions are sometimes harder to reconcile than mere factional opposition.

With things as they are, Galos didn’t think much further.

He was certain the Silver Dragon ultimately adhered to the iron law of orderly kindness.

Even if at this moment the Silver Dragon’s eyes were unmistakably filled with irritation, those graceful silver wings did not truly exhibit killing intent.

After all, this ’spar’ had to be under the guise of a guidance battle.

This Metal Dragon overlord still had to maintain surface decorum.

With Deborah involved, the Silver Dragon was helpless regardless of how sour and displeased he felt internally.

Now, as long as he guarded against the Silver Dragon ’picking fights’, and didn’t give him a reason, it would suffice.

Later, when his strength surpassed him, if the Silver Dragon still caused trouble and remained unchanged, then it wouldn’t be surprising if Galos’s nature ’straightened’ and his fists became ruthless. Ultimately, between Dragons, power speaks.

Reasoning that can’t be talked through can be communicated with fists.

Galos secretly grinned a Dragon’s Kiss, pondering.

"However, for now, it’s still better to be obedient and a bit clever."

"This time the spar has taken advantage, but for a long while, there might not be another opportunity."

The Red Iron Dragon focused on the present, ceasing the fantasy of violently thrashing the grown-up Silver Dragon.

The true oak bends but doesn’t break in the storm; the true sword is sheathed but does not lose its edge... Galos believed that adaptability is an essential virtue for the Dragon Race to learn.

After the sparring combat ended, regardless of the actual situation, at least on the surface, the Red Iron Dragon and Silver Dragon were harmoniously coexisting.

Silver Dragon Adri folded his wings, asking, "You mentioned bringing order to the Border Area, how is it progressing?"

Galos’s Scale Armor shone with black-red luster in the morning light, he answered steadily, "The goblins of Golden Tooth Tribe have willingly submitted, contributing strength for order. As for Poison Tail, Dawn, and Iron Blood tribes..."

He paused slightly, saying, "It won’t take much longer either."

Willingly?

The Silver Dragon stared at Galos. His Dragon-scaled thick Dragon face showed no change in expression, calmly unwavering, speaking as if stating the most ordinary fact.

The Silver Dragon had stayed in Red Maple Valley without venturing out, his knowledge of the Border Area somewhat outdated.

But there was no need to verify, he could be certain that the goblins probably hadn’t willingly submitted.

He knew well the nature of those green-skinned goblins.

These cunning creatures would never willingly do anything detrimental to themselves unless their throats were held by claws.

Meanwhile, the fully risen sun pierced through the morning mist, and the Red Iron Dragon shamelessly said, "Adri, those insects cannot manage the Border Area well. The order here is best under the rule of the Dragon Race."

"But I’m too young, lacking power."

"It would be great to have you join me. Metal Dragons have always been Guardians of Order. We can govern the Border Area together, ending the bloodshed and chaos here."

Upon hearing Galos’s words, the Silver Dragon sneered.

Damn Red Iron Dragon brat, using the guise of order to make me help solve issues with other tribes?

Nice try!

He rejected without hesitation, speaking in a teaching tone, "Young Dragon when encountering difficulties should challenge them head-on, not always seek assistance."

"Through sharpening, your claws and teeth will become sharper, your scales harder."

Galos pondered for a few seconds, shook his head, pretending to be regretful, "Is that so? That’s unfortunate, I initially planned to give you a share of Gold Coins or Gemstones every month, as a dividend for allied parties."

The Silver Dragon’s expression froze.

But come back to it—

Right then, he saw Deborah gently brushing off ice crystals from the shoulder armor of the Red Iron Dragon with her wing tip, the gesture causing the Silver Dragon’s pupils to nearly shrink into thin lines.

—There’s no turning back now.

All wavering solidified.

The Silver Dragon’s expression hardened, letting out a muffled hum, enduring the lure of wealth.

He changed the subject, looking at Red Silver Dragon Deborah, saying, "Deborah, the family is summoning all adult Metal Dragons, we need to return to Boiling Sea Dragon Domain."

On Bernardo Planet, among Metal Dragons, there existed firm alliances.

However, they divided into different Dragon Domains according to region, family, lineage, rather than all Metal Dragons gathering in one place.

In the Dragon Domain, there would be a Metal Dragon King, and the Dragon Kings often communicated, adept at seeking aid from one another when encountering troubles.

The relationship between different Dragon Domains is both scattered and united.

The Boiling Sea Dragon Domain—a vast maritime area across from the western coast of Atlantia Continent—was precisely the foundation of the Silver Dragon family, reachable by heading west from Sel Wilderness.

Frost Trace Adri was a grown Dragon, already a dominant force in such a backward region as the Border Area.

But above him were old Dragons, extremely old Dragons, Ancient Dragons, Ancient Dragons, and Ancient Dragons... Within the Dragon Domain, Adri was merely among the younger generation.

Returning to the topic.

After hearing the Silver Dragon’s father’s words, Deborah blinked, feeling nostalgic for those elders, relatives, and friends in the Dragon Domain.

"I want to go too."

She said.

After glancing at Galos, she softly added, "Hmm..... Can I take Galos along? He’s a naturally evil Mixed-blood Dragon but yearns for order, the Dragon Domain will welcome him."

That was indeed true.

The Dragon Domain is named Dragon Domain, not Metal Dragon Domain, and doesn’t solely consist of Metal Dragons.

Within the Boiling Sea Dragon Domain, there were Five-Colored Dragons who were raised and then molded and taught by Metal Dragons from a young age, their alignments shifting.

The Metal Dragons were pleased to see Evil Dragons become good.

Correspondingly, Evil Dragons also enjoyed leading Metal Dragons astray.

The Silver Dragon and Red Copper Dragon exchanged a glance and then said, "He’s better off staying in the Border Area."

Deborah was somewhat displeased, stubbornly saying, "You’re still prejudiced against Galos. If you don’t take him, I’m not going either."

The Silver Dragon nodded, saying, "That’s fine, we weren’t originally planning to bring you back to the Dragon Domain this time."

Hmm?

This script isn’t as I imagined.

Deborah opened her eyes wide, not expecting the Silver Dragon father to respond this way.

"Little Deborah, the Dragon Domain summons adult Dragons, you’ll stay in the Border Area obediently,"

Red Copper Dragon Selena said with a grin, though a hint of worry lay deep in her eyes.

The Silver Dragon pinpointing Deborah’s location wasn’t a sudden thought, but to notify her before leaving.

The Dragon Domain’s summon command was urgent, calling adult Dragons to arrive swiftly, suggesting something important was occurring. Under such circumstances, with the Red Iron Dragon present, perhaps Deborah staying in the Border Area was better.

Although the Silver Dragon dislikes the Red Iron Dragon, he did acknowledge his alertness and responsiveness.

From struggling to survive through the wilderness, cutting through thorns, and growing into an adolescent Dragon, their sensitivity to crisis was not necessarily less than theirs.

"Alright then, I’ll go to the Dragon Domain in the future when it’s convenient."

Deborah said, "And I’ll bring Galos along too."

The Silver Dragon kept a cold face, but ultimately nodded lightly.

"The younger generation in the Dragon Domain will certainly warmly welcome you."

He squeezed out a smile, no longer hard, turning to speak to the Red Iron Dragon.

The smile caused the muscles beneath Galos’s scales to involuntarily tense, estimating the grown-up Silver Dragon was not so well-intentioned, the Dragon Domain might not be friendly to him.

However, he wasn’t yearning for the Dragon Domain either.

Are there Black Oil Fields in the Dragon Domain?

Are there Followers to command, life and death at will?

Inside, there’s probably only Metal Dragons each stronger than the last. If he went, he’d have to follow their myriad rules, still better off being a local emperor in the Border Area, free and easy.

Galos wasn’t an unsupported young Dragon anymore.

He had like-minded Dragon companions, possessed resilience and willpower, and presided over the flourishing Molten Iron Tribe, with no need to rely on other Dragons. A backing would be nice, but without it, it wouldn’t matter, not affecting his determination.