The Red Dragon Just Wants To Do As It Pleases

Witnessing the plan to capture—no, to rescue—the wild hatchlings being put on hold and then brought up again, the High Elf prisoners of war must have felt the most complicated emotions.

After all, strictly speaking, they were just the Red Dragon’s prisoners of war and slaves. Under ordinary circumstances, they would probably remain slaves forever.

Therefore, there was no way their captor would take them back to the New Continent; otherwise, they would seize any chance to escape the moment they were out of sight.

As expected, no matter how much wealth David amassed on the New Continent from trading Alchemy Potions, it had nothing to do with them.

But if more young dragons continued to settle there, the situation would be completely different.

After all, that Drow named Kraidian would be too busy tending to adult dragons to care for so many hatchlings, wouldn’t he?

As long as we have a chance to get involved in feeding the dragons, we can pour a little more ’affection’ into them while the hatchlings are still young. If we can make them feel a mother’s love, the day we turn our fate around will be just around the corner! Perhaps we could even persuade the young dragons to fly back to the New Continent with us, thereby becoming glorious True Dragon Knights and enjoying personal commendation from the Elf King! ᴜᴘᴅᴀᴛᴇ ꜰʀᴏᴍ NovᴇlFɪre.ɴet

As for the difficulty of implementation, comparable to stealing a J-20 fighter jet from Blue Star and bringing it back to the Eagle Empire... well, we’re ready to give it a try, even though we’ve never been in close contact with a True Dragon. After all, we have hundreds of years of experience as Elves! If it really comes down to it, sacrificing a bit of charm isn’t unacceptable, is it? Isn’t it said that dragons possess an aesthetic that transcends all races? And our High Elven beauty is universally acknowledged as top-notch throughout the Continent. When the time comes, all we’d need to do is flaunt a little charm, and handling those unsuspecting hatchlings would be easy.

But just as these High Elves began to indulge in their fantasies, thanks to David’s impulsive notions, the always calm Silver Dragon, Tania, doused them all in cold water.

"But David, brother," she said, "the Full Moon Period has just started not long ago, and those hatchlings have all gone back to their nests to sleep."

If they waited until the Waning Moon Period to act, they would probably miss the chance to make a fortune from the Century Aroma flowering season on the New Continent.