The Red Dragon Just Wants To Do As It Pleases-Chapter 526 - 318: Silver Dawn (Part 2)

David convinced himself in this manner.

David understood his parents’ painstaking efforts and grasped the expectations his mentor and tribe had for him. Feeling the tremendous pressure, he no longer harbored any complaints and devoted himself fully to the vast expanse of learning.

This toughness and diligence, when found in a Dragon, is indeed a rare quality.

After all, Dragons, who have long lifespans, rarely take the initiative to learn from Dragon heritage, and those willing to patiently accept additional instruction are even more scarce.

The intelligence of a Dragon, coupled with the patience and diligence instilled by the compulsory education from his past life, allowed David to quickly catch up with this grueling, round-the-clock schooling. He even, at times, surpassed the expectations of the Landis couple and the other Dragons.

It was like witnessing the slow rise of a brilliant new dawn.

And so these days continued, day by day, for twenty-five years. At the age of twenty-five, David transitioned from a young Dragon into an adolescent Dragon.

Just as when he was five years old and entered his wyrmling stage, the Landis couple once again gathered the Dragons to hold a grand ceremony in his honor.

However, with the foundation laid by the first two ceremonies and the etiquette instruction over the years, the treasures filling half a demi-plane still delighted him, but they could no longer hold his gaze for more than a moment.

The congratulations from the Dragon lords only prompted a warm, yet somewhat formulaic, smile from him.

Because he gradually came to know that each of these Dragon lords, and even their offspring, would soon be his Vassals. Each Vassal was tied to him with wide-ranging interests, each harboring a wide array of complex needs.

And he must disentangle and balance these underlying relationships, as these would also affect the tactical deployments during the upcoming war with the Chromatic Dragons.

The day-to-day lessons, the intricate politicking, and the weighty mission of the future—all made him feel weary for the first time.

Only after the day’s celebrations did he receive a gift from his mother, Tamara.

A rather unique gift.

A gift presented by the Elven pantheon.

An Elven maid.

"What is your name?" David asked.

"Eilistraee, Your Highness," replied the stunningly beautiful Elf, holding her head high.

But she had another identity.

She was the daughter of Corellon, the Chief God of the Elves, and Arlosh.

The younger sister of Velan, Corellon’s firstborn.

David, who had heard this name before, was somewhat stunned.

That Corellon really knows how to play the game! To think he would offer his own daughter as a maid. All to further cement the Elves’ "Green Card" in this world.

Yes, unlike the game settings from his previous life, these Elves turned out to be literal aliens...

These Elves arrived in this world at the end of their eternal war with the Giants and, after assessing the situation, chose to directly submit to the Dragons.

To gain recognition in this world, they even went so far as to interbreed with the native Elves of this world, giving birth to new species: Sun Elves, Moon Elves, and Winged Elves.

The Elves had also been very submissive over the years.

At least as a servant army, they were quite in line with what the Dragons wanted.

Especially since they had small bodies, many Dragons liked to have these harmless little creatures polish and take care of their scales.

Gradually, David grew to appreciate this comprehensive and expert form of pampering. Eilistraee was deft with her hands, and her steps were light and soft; she even invented a dance to perform on his belly.

It felt as if every beat and step landed precisely on his ’acupoints,’ immensely soothing.

Even before he fell into a deep slumber, she would sing to him, perched near his ear membranes.

Thank heavens he was still an immature adolescent Dragon, not fully developed. Otherwise, with such an Elven beauty intimately close to him every day, her singing would probably have aroused him on the spot.

With the arrival of Eilistraee, the ’Elven Princess’ maid, David’s daily study breaks were enriched. Her soothing ministrations, a kind of ’dopamine therapy,’ made the arduous days of growth and learning much more bearable.

Unfortunately, good times never last.

Just as the history tutor had predicted, with the pressure from the Giants receding, and due to territorial border friction and the accumulation of new and old grudges, localized conflicts between the Metal Dragons and the Chromatic Dragons finally erupted.

With a soul from an era of peace, David truly despised war. 𝒻𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝘯𝘰𝑣ℯ𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝘮

Sometimes he wondered if there wasn’t another way to resolve conflicts.

For some reason, he had an ominous feeling that if things continued on their current trajectory, a scenario he deeply wished to avoid might unfold.

On a whim, during an audience at the Dragon Royal Court, he volunteered. To the astonishment of his tutors and under the watchful eyes of all present, he requested to be sent as an envoy to intervene in the conflict.

In the end, although Landis and his wife, along with the assembly of Dragons, were concerned for his safety, they still agreed to David’s request.

After all, David also needed a trial sufficient to earn recognition from the other Dragons.

No matter whether David brought back peace or war.

Although the likelihood still skewed towards the latter.

It was not something that could be stopped by the will of any single Dragon.

However, months later, Landis and his wife at the North Wind Dragon Court received the anticipated ’dire news’:

’The Chromatic Dragons brazenly refused the peace treaty offered by the Metal Dragons, and Prince Ximor disappeared without a trace after an unknown ambush on his way home!’

"Understood."

"Issue the order, Your Majesty."

The curtain for a great battle had thus emphatically been raised.

In a valley, within the depths of a dense forest, David, having circled through this forest illusion three times, also began to feel puzzled.

He had been pursued by a host of Chromatic Dragons, but this dense forest had, in a way, offered him a temporary reprieve.

He could understand the radicals among the Chromatic Dragons using him as a pretext—a powder keg—to ignite a direct conflict. But what was happening now?

Amidst the heavy fog, he faintly heard a tired yet unmistakably joyful voice emerging from the profound lair:

"Oh my, it is none other than the Red... Son of the Lady of Mercy Tamara, His Highness David Uthos, who has graced us with his presence! Truly... my apologies for not welcoming you from afar."

This was the first time anyone had called him David Uthos, rather than Ximor.

David turned abruptly and saw a dreamlike young female Green Dragon stepping out from her lair, gazing at him with tender affection.

This scene... it felt unfamiliar, yet overwhelmingly familiar...

For some reason, at this moment, David, who knew he should be on guard, felt an indescribable emotion welling up inside him. His heart seemed to skip a beat, and an inexplicable warmth, a sudden urge to cry, overcame him.

"You are..."

"My name... is Nifadora."

"Negulrelia Nifadora Vereesa Arleshendral."

"Your Highness..."