In Moshia Kingdom's Yinsco City, a huge cityscape gradually elevated from the outskirts to the center was now under the majestic flight of a super-sized silver dragon and a crimson red dragon, one behind the other, stirring the winds with their powerful presence.
It was about seven in the morning.
Many early risers, merchants and pedestrians alike, were already bustling along the city streets, striving for their livelihood.
As the two true dragons swept across the sky, their wings blocked the pale dawn light, casting vast shadows that enveloped rows of low houses and streetwalkers below.
The citizens of Yinsco looked up in awe, their minds and hearts shaken by the powerful presence of the true dragons.
Due to its frequent raids here, they were not unfamiliar with the sight of the red dragon, but regardless of how many times they had seen it, an uncontrollable reverence arose within them.
Especially now, as it wasn't just the red dragon appearing; in front of it flew a regal silver dragon whose presence utterly overshadowed the red dragon.
"It's the great Eternal Dragon, our mighty and beautiful guardian true dragon!"
When Garon had traveled to the Carol Mountains, the Duke of Thorns had spread the news that the Moshia Kingdom was under the protection of a true dragon, holding a feast and sending invitations far and wide to celebrate this with other duchies.
"Celebrate, for the Eternal Dragon has subdued the Ashen Wings of Calamity, bringing peace and tranquility to the people of Moshia."
A bard looked up at the trajectory of the silver dragon, murmuring to himself.
Meanwhile, some people were filled with fervor, running along the path of the flying dragons until they were exhausted, while others, out of fear, hid by the walls, afraid to draw the dragons' attention.
"Humph, these ant-like humans, daring to oppose me with you, are despicable and shameful. They deserve to be turned to ashes with dragon breath, let the flames engulf and submerge the city."
The red dragon flying behind Garon displayed a hint of ferocity, quick to complain about the humans' actions.
Garon turned his head and gave it a warning glance.
Roel's face stiffened, realizing it had misspoken, and quickly switched to a more grateful tone: "But fortunately they found you, otherwise I would not have had the honor of pledging loyalty to you."
It ground its teeth as it looked down at the humans below.
"Such adorable little creatures."
Garon retracted his gaze, folding his wings and descending towards the inner city where the Duke of Thorns resided, with the red dragon following.
The Duke had summoned spellcasters and skilled artisans to build a huge platform overnight on one side of the inner city to welcome the true dragons, with positions set up nearby where over twenty beautiful and pure young maidens waited.
Their sole duty was to attend to Garon's commands, ready to fulfill any request of the Eternal Dragon—even at the cost of their lives, something these maids trained from a young age were prepared to do without hesitation.
Although Garon would not stay long in Yinsco, the Duke insisted on such arrangements to express his respect and admiration.
However, Garon understood that the Duke's primary goal was to signal to other nations that Moshia was under the protection of a true dragon, and they were making every effort to maintain this protective relationship.
The dealings with Moshia were merely an opportunity for them to leverage Garon's name.
The Duke believed that by being sincere, in times of great crisis, Moshia might receive Garon's merciful aid, thus he spared no effort in currying favor through various means.
And Garon, understanding this, did not refuse the Duke's efforts to win him over.
Whether or not to help Moshia in a real crisis would depend entirely on Garon's mood at the time.
Expecting him to help just because of some flattering benefits was unlikely.
When faced with these sugar-coated bullets, Garon's approach was to eat the sugar and send the bullets back.
The silver dragon and the red dragon descended onto the platform, and upon noticing Garon's arrival, someone promptly informed the Duke of Thorns.
A group of youthful, beautiful maids approached, saying respectfully, "Greetings to you, great Eternal Dragon."
"Please command us at any time."
Roel, consciously keeping a step behind Garon, glanced at him and chuckled mischievously.
Hearing the red dragon's laughter, Garon's expression darkened, and he turned his head back.
But by the time he looked around, Roel had already assumed a serious posture, as if the previous laugh had come from another dragon.
"Do you need us to wipe your dragon scales, cleanse your body?"
A tall and curvaceous maid approached, her expression gentle and submissive, her eyes filled with a soft, perhaps feigned or
genuine, reverence, ready to obey any command from Garon.
Garon was about to decline, but considering he had accumulated some dust from the flight, he paused to think and then nodded to the head maid.
Without a word, his nod was enough to convey his consent.
The maids showed joy, their faces bright with excitement, as if serving Garon and cleaning his body was their greatest honor.
They then gently lifted light buckets filled with lavender-scented water, soaked delicate white towels in it, and, swaying their slender waists, approached Garon to carefully wipe his silver scales with the foamy towels.
The soft touch was pleasing to Garon, who slightly squinted his eyes and simply lay down on the spot, quietly enjoying the attention from the young maids.
Roel looked enviously at the Moshia nobles nearby, his expression sour as he grumbled in the common tongue, "Why does no one serve the mighty Ashen Wings?"
A middle-aged man waiting nearby turned pale under the red dragon's intimidating presence, his legs trembling as he managed to say, "I—I'm sorry, Lord Red Dragon, it was our oversight."
Almost no one had expected Garon to return from the Carol Mountains not only without driving away the red dragon but actually bringing it back.
"Stupid humans!"
Roel opened its mouth wide, revealing its fearsome, sharp dragon teeth, its breath raising the surrounding temperature.
Panic ensued in front of them, with people fearing that the red dragon might start a massacre.
The middle-aged man who had caught Roel's attention felt his vision blur as his heart nearly stopped from the pressure.
This disturbance displeased Garon, who was enjoying the maids' services, and he slowly opened his platinum dragon pupils.
"Roel, stop scaring them."
After warning Roel, Garon closed his eyes again, while the beautiful maids focused on bathing and cleaning his scales, seemingly oblivious to the outside world.
Roel snorted heavily at the middle-aged man, uneasily shaking its head and tail, but obeyed Garon's command and stopped intimidating the humans.
Meanwhile, the Duke of Thorns, having received the news, hurried over and arrived just in time to see Garon reprimanding the red dragon, and the red dragon silently obeying.
"Indeed, he is no ordinary true dragon."
"The fierce and powerful red dragon, it seems, has been subdued by him."
The Duke's face brightened, and he felt fortunate for his decision.
Whether it was the swift surrender of the portal or the efforts to ingratiate himself with Garon, he now saw it all as worthwhile.
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In Moshia Kingdom's Yinsco City, a huge cityscape gradually elevated from the outskirts to the center was now under the majestic flight of a super-sized silver dragon and a crimson red dragon, one behind the other, stirring the winds with their powerful presence.
It was about seven in the morning.
Many early risers, merchants and pedestrians alike, were already bustling along the city streets, striving for their livelihood.
As the two true dragons swept across the sky, their wings blocked the pale dawn light, casting vast shadows that enveloped rows of low houses and streetwalkers below.
The citizens of Yinsco looked up in awe, their minds and hearts shaken by the powerful presence of the true dragons.
Due to its frequent raids here, they were not unfamiliar with the sight of the red dragon, but regardless of how many times they had seen it, an uncontrollable reverence arose within them.
Especially now, as it wasn't just the red dragon appearing; in front of it flew a regal silver dragon whose presence utterly overshadowed the red dragon.
"It's the great Eternal Dragon, our mighty and beautiful guardian true dragon!"
When Garon had traveled to the Carol Mountains, the Duke of Thorns had spread the news that the Moshia Kingdom was under the protection of a true dragon, holding a feast and sending invitations far and wide to celebrate this with other duchies.
"Celebrate, for the Eternal Dragon has subdued the Ashen Wings of Calamity, bringing peace and tranquility to the people of Moshia."
A bard looked up at the trajectory of the silver dragon, murmuring to himself.
Meanwhile, some people were filled with fervor, running along the path of the flying dragons until they were exhausted, while others, out of fear, hid by the walls, afraid to draw the dragons' attention.
"Humph, these ant-like humans, daring to oppose me with you, are despicable and shameful. They deserve to be turned to ashes with dragon breath, let the flames engulf and submerge the city."
The red dragon flying behind Garon displayed a hint of ferocity, quick to complain about the humans' actions.
Garon turned his head and gave it a warning glance.
Roel's face stiffened, realizing it had misspoken, and quickly switched to a more grateful tone: "But fortunately they found you, otherwise I would not have had the honor of pledging loyalty to you."
It ground its teeth as it looked down at the humans below.
"Such adorable little creatures."
Garon retracted his gaze, folding his wings and descending towards the inner city where the Duke of Thorns resided, with the red dragon following.
The Duke had summoned spellcasters and skilled artisans to build a huge platform overnight on one side of the inner city to welcome the true dragons, with positions set up nearby where over twenty beautiful and pure young maidens waited.
Their sole duty was to attend to Garon's commands, ready to fulfill any request of the Eternal Dragon—even at the cost of their lives, something these maids trained from a young age were prepared to do without hesitation.
Although Garon would not stay long in Yinsco, the Duke insisted on such arrangements to express his respect and admiration.
However, Garon understood that the Duke's primary goal was to signal to other nations that Moshia was under the protection of a true dragon, and they were making every effort to maintain this protective relationship.
The dealings with Moshia were merely an opportunity for them to leverage Garon's name.
The Duke believed that by being sincere, in times of great crisis, Moshia might receive Garon's merciful aid, thus he spared no effort in currying favor through various means.
And Garon, understanding this, did not refuse the Duke's efforts to win him over.
Whether or not to help Moshia in a real crisis would depend entirely on Garon's mood at the time.
Expecting him to help just because of some flattering benefits was unlikely.
When faced with these sugar-coated bullets, Garon's approach was to eat the sugar and send the bullets back.
The silver dragon and the red dragon descended onto the platform, and upon noticing Garon's arrival, someone promptly informed the Duke of Thorns.
A group of youthful, beautiful maids approached, saying respectfully, "Greetings to you, great Eternal Dragon."
"Please command us at any time."
Roel, consciously keeping a step behind Garon, glanced at him and chuckled mischievously.
Hearing the red dragon's laughter, Garon's expression darkened, and he turned his head back.
But by the time he looked around, Roel had already assumed a serious posture, as if the previous laugh had come from another dragon.
"Do you need us to wipe your dragon scales, cleanse your body?"
A tall and curvaceous maid approached, her expression gentle and submissive, her eyes filled with a soft, perhaps feigned or
genuine, reverence, ready to obey any command from Garon.
Garon was about to decline, but considering he had accumulated some dust from the flight, he paused to think and then nodded to the head maid.
Without a word, his nod was enough to convey his consent.
The maids showed joy, their faces bright with excitement, as if serving Garon and cleaning his body was their greatest honor.
They then gently lifted light buckets filled with lavender-scented water, soaked delicate white towels in it, and, swaying their slender waists, approached Garon to carefully wipe his silver scales with the foamy towels.
The soft touch was pleasing to Garon, who slightly squinted his eyes and simply lay down on the spot, quietly enjoying the attention from the young maids.
Roel looked enviously at the Moshia nobles nearby, his expression sour as he grumbled in the common tongue, "Why does no one serve the mighty Ashen Wings?"
A middle-aged man waiting nearby turned pale under the red dragon's intimidating presence, his legs trembling as he managed to say, "I—I'm sorry, Lord Red Dragon, it was our oversight."
Almost no one had expected Garon to return from the Carol Mountains not only without driving away the red dragon but actually bringing it back.
"Stupid humans!"
Roel opened its mouth wide, revealing its fearsome, sharp dragon teeth, its breath raising the surrounding temperature.
Panic ensued in front of them, with people fearing that the red dragon might start a massacre.
The middle-aged man who had caught Roel's attention felt his vision blur as his heart nearly stopped from the pressure.
This disturbance displeased Garon, who was enjoying the maids' services, and he slowly opened his platinum dragon pupils.
"Roel, stop scaring them."
After warning Roel, Garon closed his eyes again, while the beautiful maids focused on bathing and cleaning his scales, seemingly oblivious to the outside world.
Roel snorted heavily at the middle-aged man, uneasily shaking its head and tail, but obeyed Garon's command and stopped intimidating the humans.
Meanwhile, the Duke of Thorns, having received the news, hurried over and arrived just in time to see Garon reprimanding the red dragon, and the red dragon silently obeying.
"Indeed, he is no ordinary true dragon."
"The fierce and powerful red dragon, it seems, has been subdued by him."
The Duke's face brightened, and he felt fortunate for his decision.
Whether it was the swift surrender of the portal or the efforts to ingratiate himself with Garon, he now saw it all as worthwhile.
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