Book 15: Chapter 51
Freya’s concern was warranted. The dragon race wasn’t our friend. The proud creatures would look down on us. In addition, they would not be willing to join hands with us to establish a harmonious society or whatnot. I would even go as far as to say that they wouldn’t want to interact with us. It was already good news that they weren’t picking fights with us.
The only reason dragons hadn’t come looking for trouble with us was that they were too weak at the time and couldn’t take the risk. I believed they would harass us as they once did if they could gain enough power. Dragons were warmongers. There was no way a race that drove itself to the brink of extinction by fighting their own kind would think well of other races. We could still completely eradicate them in time.
Eradicating dragons would be my goal if I didn’t have my Dragon Mom with me, as the dragon race was a terrifying enemy to any race. It was a monarch’s nightmare for there to be such powerful wild beasts hiding in his nation. It was better if we took them out before they regained their power. If we couldn’t bear to eradicate them, we needed to, at least, keep surveillance on them. The thing was I had Dragon Mom with me. They were her dragon kin. How could I kill my mom’s own kin? What would Dragon Mom think if I killed those dragons? What, she’d cheer me on? She would never support the idea.
Dragons were dangerous; I knew that. But nevertheless, for Dragon Mom’s sake, I couldn’t kill them. I had to speak to them. Mom could be my mom and be so gentle, which meant that not all dragons were violent and cruel. Being an intelligent race, the dragons should’ve been able to communicate. I knew that going up to a dragon face-to-face was very dangerous; still, I had to go for my mom’s sake.
My Dragon Mom must’ve felt very lonely without any of her own kin. I had to go see those dragons for her sake. I had to find them so that Mom could see her own kin, and let her know that she wasn’t alone. If she chose to live with her own kin, I wouldn’t stop her. All I could say was that my days spent with her were a lot of fun. I didn’t speak my mind, though.
Freya didn’t consider Dragon Mom as part of her equation. Perhaps I should say she didn’t understand what Dragon Mom was thinking. She researched dragons and investigated them to find out how to slay them. Not only were dragons powerful creatures, but they were also immune to mana and impervious to blades. Only Ying and Xia could successfully slay a dragon, and they would also require Vyvyan to stop the dragon’s onslaught with her magic. And we’re talking about just one dragon. If there were several of them, Ying and Xia would have their hands full. After all, wyrms couldn’t hold a candle to dragons.
Freya wanted to locate the dragons and kill them. Actually, she had a much more frightening plan in mind. She wanted to subdue the dragons. She wanted to raise them as our nation’s weapons. She laid out her idea to me, but I objected to it.
I knew she was begrudgingly accepted the outcome when she left. I could tell she wanted to convince me. I was cognizant of the fact that dragons were powerful creatures and superb combatants, but I wasn’t very happy with Freya’s attitude toward them. She viewed them as mere animals, but I viewed a dragon as my mom. She saved my life, not to mention the fact that Xia’s eyes belonged to a dragon. Xia might not have agreed to slay a dragon in light of that.
I knocked on the door of Dragon Mom’s room. I came straight to her room after Freya left. I needed to fill Dragon Mom in on our findings. She should’ve been the one who decided what to do.