Chapter 5 - 4: Pride
Damn it! These Drow have sticky fingers!
Had his tail not tucked away fast enough just then, this shameless creature would have slipped into his cloaca.
David realized he had still underestimated the depths of these Drows’ depravity.
They even dared to lay their hands on him, a newborn Red Hatchling?!
[Wrath]
With his movements hindered, the Drow’s voice became even more delighted, "HEH HEH HEH, a little hatchling’s reaction truly is different."
His tone then became a bit more serious. "Don’t resist so vehemently. After all, you are a True Dragon with dragon heritage. Think about it—you’ve just hatched. Even if you evade the threat from your mother this time, how long can you struggle to survive alone on this desolate and dangerous Old Continent?"
Just as David was about to retort that he could survive by eating dirt if he had to, he heard the Drow continue, "Additionally, you probably harbor some small misunderstandings about us. Yes, we will transport you to the New Continent for sale. However, the ultimate and only destiny for you hatchlings is to serve our Drow Elf Drogsin Matriarch Council and become an infinitely glorious Drow Dragon Knight. Isn’t this far better than wasting away alone on this barren Old Continent with nothing?"
"Dragon Knight, my ass! That’s clearly just being a slave, ridden by you Drow," David retorted with a sneer.
He hadn’t forgotten the indelible shame of a deceased ancestor and an endless rage that would never be extinguished.
However, the Drow didn’t argue. Instead, he drew circles with his finger at the base of the Hatchling’s tail, coaxingly smiling as he said, "That is yet another prejudice held by you arrogant dragons."