Chapter 234 - 233: Foreign Aid
Leon was quite confident in himself. His mind worked well; no trick or scheme could stump him—or so he believed. Though in others’ eyes, it was often another story: while he had his moments of brilliance, there was no shortage of foolish moves either.
No matter what, with tears welling up in Vilanser’s eyes, Leon finally understood something he’d never been able to make sense of before: why those elves focused so much on controlling him rather than attacking him outright. Turns out, they went to great lengths just to strip off his Dragon Armor, thinking his weakness lay hidden beneath it.
Consider it further, put yourself in their shoes—it wasn’t hard for Leon to understand why they had that thought. Normally, armor exists to protect weak points, not to show off. No dragon has ever worn Dragon Armor simply to look stylish, right?
Vilanser was undoubtedly a beauty—a tear-streaked beauty that could easily evoke pity. Fortunately, Leon was already surrounded by extraordinary women, whether it was Tassera or Cecilia, both stunning in their human forms. Salovis’s Dragon Form was ferocious, but her human form was adorably captivating; she’d long since desensitized Leon to such allure.
Even if he hadn’t developed immunity, it wouldn’t matter—Leon was still an immature teenage dragon, not fully in his mating phase. His lower instincts could hardly overpower his rational upper mind. Knowing the stakes, he mocked without hesitation: "What foolish elves."
"Yes, foolish. I truly was too foolish." For a long-lived elf, Vilanser still counted as young, and young people were prone to breaking under pressure.
Failure is not scary; what’s truly terrifying is succumbing and collapsing thereafter.
Nothing ever proceeds smoothly without setbacks. Adversity and failure are the greatest teachers—sunshine follows the storm. If Vilanser could endure this failure, the future would surely hold great triumphs for her. But if she couldn’t, shrinking back with caution, her prospects would likely take a grim turn.
Either way, a mere few minutes weren’t enough for Vilanser to recover, but they were sufficient for Leon to realize he might seize this opportunity to shatter the elves’ psychological defenses in one fell swoop.