Chapter 318 - 313: The Third Party
Silver Dragons often clash with Red Dragons, partly because they tend to nest in similar terrains, and partly because Silver Dragons disdain the Red Dragons’ love for slaughter and penchant for destruction.
Your true rival often knows you better than anyone else. A Silver Dragon might understand Red Dragons more deeply: the most greedy True Dragon, an arrogant tyrant, a hot-tempered marauder...
Under such circumstances, Isily absolutely refused to believe that Leon was a Red Dragon. In her mind, Leon, aside from enjoying jokes and boasting, was hardly flawed—he paid for meals, expressed gratitude when helped, detested evil, and acted ruthlessly against cultists...
"These glasses seem to be broken." Isily frowned, took off the glasses, huddled her hands, and wiped the lenses with her sleeve before putting them back on, only to find no change.
"Such a valuable magical artifact can’t possibly break just like that," Leon said with a chuckle.
"But they show you’re a Red Dragon. A Red Dragon!"
Isily gestured wildly as she exclaimed, "You can’t be a Red Dragon. Do you even know how greedy, arrogant, self-centered, conceited, vicious, and vindictive Red Dragons are? They’re the archetype of Evil Dragons across all cultures! They don’t even spare their own kind—they attack, kill the weaker among them, and take over their lairs."
Isily went on an endless tirade, her criticism of Red Dragons could easily surpass even the chattiest Brass Dragon.
"Yet they see themselves as kings, ranking first among Colorful Dragons—or rather, among all dragons—while other dragons bow beneath them. A Red Dragon who demands the whole world and every creature obey him... yet at the end of the day, not even he’s a match for a Silver Dragon." Isily suddenly broke into laughter.
In the battles between Red Dragons and Silver Dragons, Silver Dragons usually come out on top. The reason is simple: Red Dragons prefer solitary lives, while Silver Dragons are surrounded by numerous friends, often humanoids—powerful humans, elves, and the like, who are no weaker than dragons.
Having vented her frustrations, Isily looked satisfied as she said, "You didn’t mind me using those glasses earlier. Does that mean you know they’re defective?"