Burp.
The sound of that burp echoed through the large, empty Dragon’s Nest, making it exceptionally clear and exceptionally…
Embarrassing. Extremely embarrassing.
Holy Maiden Seraphina’s smile suddenly froze on her face.
Behind her, the Elven Queen Sylvanas rolled her eyes in exasperation. The longbow in her hand lifted slightly but without an arrow nocked.
“It seems Your Highness the Princess has indeed ‘accumulated’ a great deal of magic power,” the Holy Maiden said, taking a small step forward with a smile on her face.
“Just a moment ago, Your Highness was saying you’d burn us both to death with a single breath of dragon fire, weren’t you?”
Yisela couldn’t help trembling all over. The bravado she had been putting on completely deflated in that instant.
She looked at the two women closing in on her, then glanced down at her own limp dragon tail, and felt utterly hopeless. She realized right then that in her current state, she probably couldn’t even beat a slime.
“I… I was just—!”
Yisela’s small eyes darted back and forth. Her face was bright red as she waved her hands in self-defense, her voice already trembling with tears.
“I was—!”
Practicing something called ‘dragon’s might’!
“That’s right! Dragon’s might!”
“You mortals… can’t you feel the pressure of my dragon god’s majesty?”
As she said this, she tried to flick her tail in a majestic arc.
But it only weakly lashed the ground twice.
Then she tripped over it, stumbling, almost falling.
“Dragon’s might?” The Elven Queen raised an eyebrow, her tone dripping with mockery.
“Then was that part about ‘burning us to death’ also part of this dragon’s might?”
“No… no way! I never meant to burn you two to death!” Yisela staggered backward, flustered. “I… I was just trying to scare you! Honest! I’m such a kind and adorable person! Don’t you two do anything rash!”
The moment she finished speaking, the Elven Queen vanished and reappeared in front of Yisela as a green blur.
Without using any magic, she reached out and grabbed Yisela by the scruff of her neck like a kitten.
Gotcha!
“Since you don’t want to fight, then come quietly,” the Elven Queen said coldly, hoisting the kicking Yisela off the ground.
“I’m taking you to the Elven Forest and locking you up in a special ‘reflection cage’ so you can learn some proper manners!”
“Waaah! Help! Dragon murder!” Yisela’s feet dangled as she flailed her stubby arms, but she couldn’t reach the Elven Queen.
“Let me go! I’m a noble silver dragon! I’m not a pet! I don’t want to go into some reflection cage! Boohoo!”
The Holy Maiden chimed in, tapping her staff lightly on the ground. “This blasphemous little brat must be taken for judgment.”
Just as it seemed Yisela would be captured by the two big shots, at that crucial moment—
Roooar!!!
A deafening dragon roar suddenly came from deep within the Dragon’s Nest!
The sound was like a physical weapon, shaking the entire nest as pebbles rained from the walls.
A fierce wind blew as three massive silver figures descended like mountains, carrying an oppressive pressure that slammed down in front of Yisela, blocking the Holy Maiden and the Elven Queen.
The Dragon Elder Council had arrived!
The Grand Elder had assumed his full silver dragon form, his body as massive as a mountain, each scale gleaming with cold metallic luster. His huge vertical pupils stared down at the uninvited guests like two blood-red moons.
The Second Elder and Third Elder assumed half-dragon forms, muscles bulging as they brandished giant Dragon Fang clubs.
They radiated terrifying dragon’s might, clearly ready to fight anyone who dared touch their little one.
The Grand Elder’s voice boomed like thunder.
“Who dares trespass in the sacred ground of the Silver Dragon Clan? Do you think we have no dragons left?!”
Overwhelmed by the presence of the higher beings, the Holy Maiden and the Elven Queen were forced back. The Elven Queen released her grip, dropping Yisela.
Yisela scrambled behind the elder’s huge dragon claw, then poked out her head. Seeing the mountain-like protective back, she was moved to tears, and even a snot bubble escaped.
“Boo-hoo-hoo! Grand Elder, you came to save me! I knew our clan sticks together! Boo-hoo-hoo! I promise I’ll never sneak-eat your treasure gold again!”
But just as the dragon elders revealed their absolute pressure, a sudden change occurred!
Holy Maiden Seraphina’s gentle smile vanished, replaced by an inviolable cold expression.
She slammed her staff into the ground. A dazzling holy light burst from her golden eyes.
“Dragon clan?” Her voice grew hollow and majestic.
“Even the Silver Dragon Clan cannot shield this blasphemer!”
Boom!
An ocean of holy magic power exploded from Seraphina, shattering the dragon clan’s pressure in an instant.
Behind her, six great wings of light slowly emerged, each feather glowing with sacred runes.
Her hair flowed and turned gold, and her white dress transformed into the magnificent Holy Maiden Armor.
Could this be the archangel descent form?!
At the same time, the Elven Queen Sylvanas stopped hiding her own power.
She let out a long howl filled with ancient savagery and fury.
“Silver Dragon Clan or not, today I seek justice for the Elven Clan!”
Whir!
The Elven Queen’s longbow shattered into countless green motes that merged into her body.
Her eyes turned emerald, and a spiraling horn grew from her forehead. Her long hair shot out, transforming into countless vines and thorns. She became one with the natural surroundings, radiating a suffocating aura.
Was this the nature incarnate form?!
These two terrifying forces intertwined, pushing back against the three dragon elders’ pressure—even starting to dominate!
The Grand Elder’s draconic eyes narrowed. He clearly hadn’t expected these two outsiders to be so deep.
“Hmph. Interesting.” He snorted, spreading his wing to block out the sky.
“Since you’re asking for death, witness the true power of the Silver Dragon Clan!”
Just as a cataclysmic battle was about to erupt, Yisela shrank behind the claws, trembling.
“It’s over… it’s over! They’re going to fight now! In my current state, I’m definitely going to die in the crossfire!”