Translator: AnubisTL
Garos slowly closed his heavy eyelids, letting the accumulated fatigue dissipate with each deep, long breath, finally vanishing into the warm, wealth-scented air.
Two weeks later.
Dragon Valley, on a patch of packed earth.
White Dragon Treacy was meticulously fulfilling her duties as a nurturer, bringing her wilderness hunt's spoils to the "starving" little dragons.
The carcass of a powerful ferocious beast with a life grade of ten or higher.
"You frail little runts, open your bellies and eat to your heart's content!"
She declared with a majestic air, dropping the massive, elephant-like carcass heavily in front of the little dragons.
Before her words had even finished, the young red dragon Cahill couldn't contain herself. She flapped her wings eagerly, rushing toward the tempting food.
However.
A white shadow, swift as a whip, suddenly lashed out, striking Cahill and sending her flying over a dozen meters.
Cahill instinctively bared her fangs, a furious roar building deep in her throat.
But as she recalled the painful beating from before, her body seemed to ache faintly. She forced down the nearly erupting rage, able only to glare at White Dragon Treacy with eyes full of resentment.
"I told you to eat, and you just dive in headfirst?"
The white dragon grinned, revealing a mocking smile, and said slowly, "Where are your manners? Have you said thank you?"
The little dragons looked at each other.
After a brief silence, unable to resist the gnawing hunger in their bellies, they lowered their heads and muttered in disjointed voices, "Th... thank you..."
Only then did the white dragon show a hint of satisfaction.
But immediately after, her smile vanished, and her expression turned utterly serious.
"Pain is the best teacher."
She abruptly unfurled her massive dragon wings, her colossal body casting a shadow that completely engulfed the little dragons before her.
"Now, all of you—attack me at once! The rules are simple: whoever leaves the most scars on my body gets to eat first, and they'll get the most delicious part!"
Without hesitation, Cahill, the red dragon, was the first to strike.
The young red dragon's wings whipped up a searing blast of air as she threw her dragon's maw wide. A cone of blazing fire erupted, hurtling straight at the white dragon.
But Treacy didn't flinch. With a violent flap of her wings, she unleashed a powerful gust of wind that deflected the oncoming flames, sending them sweeping aside to strike Seraphina, the black dragon, who was attempting a sneak attack from the shadows.
The black dragon, Seraphina, was thrown into a panic. She rolled frantically to the side, the scorching flames grazing her back and instantly searing several of her still-tender scales.
"Too slow!"
In the brief lull after the red dragon's breath attack, the white dragon, Treacy, lunged forward like a ghost. Her massive claw, swift as lightning, slammed into Cahill, sending the red dragon hurtling back dozens of meters.
Seraphina seized this fleeting opportunity. She burst from the shadows again, her razor-sharp claws aimed precisely at the white dragon's relatively soft wing membranes.
But Treacy, as if she had eyes in the back of her head, suddenly folded her wings. Her massive body rolled, using her hard, thick carapace to slam into the black dragon just as it closed in.
At the same time, her hind claw shot back with pinpoint accuracy, striking the green dragon, Ludwig, who had been trying to sneakily bite the tip of her tail.
In the distance, the blue dragon, Heliam, was charging a powerful lightning breath attack. However, he was deceived by a convincing feint from the white dragon and released it prematurely.
Treacy's wings flapped violently, and her massive body soared into the air.
The dazzling bolt of lightning struck only the blurred afterimage she had left behind.
The battle raged on. The coordination among the four little dragons was riddled with flaws—Cahill relied solely on brute force, Seraphina constantly sought opportunistic sneak attacks, and Ludwig was excessively cautious and timid.
Heliam, the blue dragon, had a relatively good grasp of the battlefield. But due to the overwhelming difference in strength and the lack of effective teamwork among his allies, he struggled to make a decisive impact.
"An opening!"
The white dragon let out a sudden, low roar and dove downward.
Her left claw slammed down on Cahill's head like Mount Tai, pinning her dragon head into the ground. Simultaneously, her right claw swung out, swatting the green dragon Ludwig away as he tried to intervene. At the same time, her tail, covered in hard bone spurs, whipped like a steel lash across the back of the black dragon Seraphina's knee—a vulnerable spot—sending her to her knees with a howl of pain. And Heliam, the blue dragon who had just finished charging a second bolt of lightning, was frozen in place by an instant-cast ice spell, rendered completely immobile.
(Taking on everyone single-handedly and sweeping through the dragons... I'm truly too strong!)
White Dragon Treacy gloated inwardly, her peerless form weaving through the disheveled group of little dragons with effortless grace.
As the piercing cold wind gradually subsided, all four little dragons lay collapsed on the ground, panting with exhaustion.
Treacy elegantly groomed a few dragon scales scorched by fire, then tilted her head slightly to inspect her back. There, she found several blackened cracks like lightning strikes and a few claw marks—the hard-won spoils of Cahill and Heliam's desperate efforts.
In contrast, the attacks from black dragon Seraphina and green dragon Ludwig had left only a few insignificant scratches on her tough scales.
Still, considering my opponents are merely young dragons, this performance is barely acceptable.
"Hmph, a few sparks of interest, I suppose."
She gently poked at the wounds on her back with a claw, her tone tinged with a hint of praise. Then, she declared, "Heliam and Cahill, you two may eat first. Seraphina and Ludwig, you're last."
Immediately, the little dragons began to pant heavily, as if trying to convert all the humiliation they had just suffered into sheer appetite.
Cahill was particularly vicious, as if treating the giant beast's carcass as the hateful incarnation of the white dragon. She fiercely tore and devoured the most tender and succulent loin meat.
(End of the Chapter)
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