So when David, the young master of Scanis in the Old World;

Perhaps after a long time ago, the dragon who was theoretically the first successor to the Crimson Calamity came to the dragon's nest camp in the towering mountains at nightfall. After the efforts of the high elves in the past two years, it had begun to take shape.

time.

The camp agent, the green dragon Nymphadora, who had already received the news, organized all the hundreds of elves who were working on it, and created a style comparable to the triumphal ceremony of the Devenser warriors.
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With a deafening sound of horns, a group of high elf prisoners of war who had a rare opportunity to put back on the confiscated Devonsel uniforms and pick up their swords knelt down on both sides of the brightly lit road with torches.

, they all raised their swords between their eyebrows, as if they were surrendering to their own king.

Even the silver dragon Artilicia, David's father, is somewhat mentally prepared for her son's family background.

But when I saw the hundreds of high elves in front of me welcoming the dragon master, which was both spectacular and dramatic, I was still a little stunned.

It feels like I have traveled back to the long-ago era when dragons ruled the earth.

"Ah, this...is not good..."

Because the posture in front of you is no longer the treatment that the warriors can enjoy during the triumphal ceremony.

It’s something that a proper Elf King only deserves when he ascends the throne!

After all, high elves relatively respect "human rights" compared to barbaric humans.

Most of the time when facing superiors, they just bow and bow gracefully.

If this scene were rumored to spread to the New World, I'm afraid it wouldn't have aroused "passionate protests" from the group of elf parliamentarians, and then encouraged the Elf King to personally conquer the Old World.

But when he thinks that there is a red disaster who has caused a plane crisis and is personally guarding it, the Elf King Eliando will probably choose to face it even if he knows about it.

Moreover, given the complicated and treacherous situation in the New World, the high elves who have too much time to take care of themselves may not have the time to care about the inhumane treatment these prisoners of war suffered and the offense they received from his red dragon son.

The most ironic thing is that most of the names of these high elf prisoners of war on the roster of the Elf Kingdom have been included in the list of those killed in military exercises.

Immediately, he put away his desire to 'cool' his son to keep a low profile and continued to look around the camp.

I just looked around for a long time, but I didn’t see my silver dragon daughter Tanya.

I suddenly felt disappointed in my heart, and also a little bit angry towards Pavla:

She felt that her son was returning after being away for so long, so it would be fine if he didn't even show his face. In fact, he didn't even let his daughter out to meet her brother.

There was no consciousness at all that if Pavla had really appeared on this occasion with Tanya...he would have probably been driven by instinct and transformed into a little tortoise huddled in a corner and holding his breath with all his strength.

Compared to Atilicia, who was not interested in this aspect at all, the drow mage and Ariana, who had just come from Spider Nest City, were much more excited.

They have been regarded as street rats by the high elves all year round. Although they looked at this group of people who had gone through nearly two years of digging potatoes and suffered repeated defeats and defeats, their faces were a little haggard, but they were still required to maintain their composure.

The elegant and graceful high elf prisoner of war made me feel relieved.

I feel that these high elves, who usually have nothing but piercing nostrils, are indeed the most suitable to be slaves.

Of course, only this group of high elves, whose average height was nearly 20 centimeters taller than them, knelt down to greet them. As drow, this was the first time they had the opportunity to retaliate against these bean sprouts with their nostrils.

Just when these two drow were victorious with a sense of superiority, it was as if these high elves were kneeling to greet them.

The emerald dragon Nymphadora had already stood at the entrance of the camp with gleaming eyes, and immediately led behind her the red dragon Lizlit, the white dragon Mephire, the high elf Evgeny and Siatt who returned early a year ago.

Ahmed and Ahmed came forward with smiles.

The green dragon lowered its tail and respectfully presented the 'dragon head scepter' in its claws, which symbolized power, to David.

It means that he is willing to return the rights he was granted to David, the former master of Dragon Nest:

"Welcome back, my dear friend, the leader of the red dragons I follow - Davyutos! Your scales are much more colorful. It seems that you have returned from this trip with a full load.

"Come on, please accept it. This is a scepter that I sent high elf craftsmen to make temporarily.

"Although it's a fake product, the materials used are all real materials, many of which are gold nuggets copied from those barbarians.

"With your rapid advancement in alchemy, I think it won't be long before you can forge and enchant it into a real staff of magical power."

David immediately took over the dragon-headed scepter, which was almost made of gold and gems. He tried his best to maintain a reserved smile, and rarely took the initiative to praise:

"Thank you, Nymphadora, you did a great job during my absence."

David, who was originally not too impressed by the exaggerated welcome 'performance' of these elven prisoners of war, somehow found it very annoying to Nymphadora.

How should I put it? Although I knew that the other party had already known through Siatt that he had gained a lot from his trip, I also knew that the other party would prepare some 'small gifts' based on his temperament.

But the other party's smooth and fluent manner made him feel inexplicably comfortable!

I feel that this emerald dragon is beautiful, has a dragon-like figure, is strong in combat, has strong abilities, knows how to be a dragon, and is a thief who can cause trouble. At critical moments, he can always add to his reputation projects, yes

A dragon that can be entrusted with great things.

Until this moment, David, who had enjoyed this kind of treatment for the first time, suddenly seemed to finally understand why those in high positions in his previous life preferred to promote those sycophants!

Especially when some people who are good at flattering are like Nymphadora, who is good-looking but also lacks in ability, it is absolutely unfavorable.

It turns out that it’s really refreshing to have such a being around you!

【Arrogance】

【Laziness】

Just as Nymphadora was smiling, she took the initiative to trail half a body smaller than David. She and a group of subordinates surrounded David, the master of the dragon's nest, and headed towards the dragon's nest where a banquet had been prepared. She guided her with an expression of admiration.

David, the Dragon Lord, spoke calmly and calmly about the brilliant achievements of the New World, especially in the Dark Region, against the Drow, which attracted waves of exclamation.

Artilicia, who always presented herself as a female drow and walked behind David, kept her critical eyes on Nymphadora, who was constantly swaying her tail and looking up and down at her plump dragon buttocks.

She is simply the mother-in-law. Bah, the father-in-law is disgusted by the charming and charming girlfriend his son brought back.

After all, who can really accept that his future daughter-in-law is the same age as him, maybe even a little older than him?

Stand up and take a look.

And Nymphadora's little thoughts may be able to hide it from her son David, but can she hide it from Atilicia, who is also a young dragon and has experienced dragon things long ago?

He is Artilicia! But he has seen a female dragon in heat, how terrifying and hungry it is!

The coquettish movements of the young female dragon in front of me, and the way she pretends to accidentally rub her son's scales from time to time, this is a sign that she is about to enter estrus.

What about 'my best friend, the leader of the red dragon I follow'? This half-covered, half-compliment is something Artilicia is too familiar with.

In the beginning, Duke Miliri of Silver Wheel gradually got closer to him as a friend.

Lower his wariness by admiring and worshiping his magic and alchemy skills.

Until one day when I got drunk after a banquet, I was almost dragged directly to the bedroom by Milili who was also drunk.

If it weren't for him, Artilicia always carries a 'soothing potion'.

That night, he was probably going to be killed by the drunken Grand Duke Shirogane!

Artilicia's rejection also made Miliri heartbroken at the time, and she almost didn't ask herself the three soul questions:

Could it be that the Silver Prince is not handsome enough?

Or is that enchanting figure not good enough?

Or is she not rich enough as the Lord of Seorus City?

In the end, after careful consideration, Artilicia revealed to her that she had been violated by the Red Calamity Pavla, which caused her to have a phobia of the opposite sex.

So much so...Now that I see the person of the opposite sex I like, I seem to be a little stunned...

This abundant reason finally gave up the urge of Duke Silver to take possession of this weak silver dragon.

This ambiguous relationship has been maintained to this day.

It was precisely because of this experience that Artilicia knew how dangerous a female green dragon like the Silver Duke Milli was!

If one accidentally gets hit, it will be irreversible!

On the surface, it seems that the other person depends on you for everything, but in the claws of such a scheming female, in fact, everything you own belongs to the other person!

Even if you conquer the world by then.

The other party has also conquered the world by conquering you.

In short, an emerald dragon like Nymphadora is definitely not a good match!

I can barely think about being a lover.

Thinking of this, the circuitry in the brain of the Silver Dragon father began to break through the sky. He quickly recalled which Silver Dragon or Golden Dragon clans happened to give birth to daughters before he left Dragon Island in his early youth, and then in a short period of time

Based on the other party's appearance, financial assets, background, etc., I compiled a list of 'candidate daughters-in-law' in my head.

I am going to find a time to use magic to rub it out, and then talk to my son about it face to face.

Although my son is still young, he is already a demigod!

Thinking of this, Artilicia directly stuffed her Sweetland Silver Dragon Clan and the youngest daughter of His Majesty Silver Dragon King Filius, Heloise, into it.

After thinking about it, I moved it to second place.

Looking at these dragon kings that he could only look up to in the past, the daughters of the clan leaders can now be chosen by him for his sons, and an inexplicable sense of superiority and even joy wells up in his heart.

‘Hmph! If these guys knew that my son David Yutos was already a demigod at the age of seven, they wouldn’t be able to break through my dragon’s nest and propose a marriage contract.’
To be continued...