The red dragon just wants to do whatever he wants

Two years after the Battle of Montero Coast.

Devonsel, Golden Oak Avenue.

This block had been temporarily occupied by David's family for more than ten years, and was lit by his breath of dragon breath before he left. Out of some taboo, the elf simply completely bulldozed the ruins and built a building to commemorate his death. This square of shame.

After the great defeat on the Montero coast, a group of people, mainly the families of the victims and the elven merchants whose interests had been harmed by the increasingly rampant blue dragon pirates, began to use this place as the center of their activities, launching sit-in protests many times. , and openly promoted the 'dragon threat theory'.

They hope to draw more elves' attention to this terrible threat from the Old World.

Only by making more elves, especially the elven nobles, realize this and continue to put pressure on Her Majesty the Queen can we have a chance to re-launch the battle of revenge against the dragon.

"A dead dragon is a good dragon!!!"

"yeah!!!"

Walking on the street with a bag of bread, I listened to the crowd shouting into inexplicable fanaticism because of the hysterical propaganda of the aristocratic politician who was born as a bard on the stage. As a voter of the Moon God, he was once named the Star Singer. Arya, who was shouting, just shook her head in pity.

'madness. ’

If there really is an all-out war with the dragon, these ordinary elves who only know how to go to the streets and wave flags and shout with the crowd at this moment will only be reduced to ashes under the dragon's breath, not even cannon fodder to fill the line.

And when he thought of this, the ferocious figure of the red dragon appeared in his mind again, and his head immediately began to hurt violently.

A series of blurry fragments, the images that had been in dreams and trances for the past two years seemed to burst out of her brain, making Arya cover her forehead and groan.

"ah"

"Arya, are you sick again?" Elizabeth beside her couldn't help but quickly supported her and asked with concern.

This is an old problem of my good friend.

Ever since she was rescued from the clutches of a giant dragon in the Battle of Montero Coast two years ago, Arya has often suffered from recurring and sudden headaches.

Especially when I heard the word ‘dragon’, ‘red dragon’, or even the name that had become taboo among the elves—Red Lotus Nova, David Yutos.

‘O David Eutus. ’ When she recalled this name, Elizabeth felt a little inexplicable.

I think back then, because my mother Miliri had a good personal relationship with the silver dragon Artilicia, I was once solemnly introduced by my mother to the guy who was still disguised as the silver dragon 'Saphis Duin'.

If David hadn't been too arrogant and rude at that time, which hurt her heart, he might even have become her wife.

And when she thought of the red dragon David, Elizabeth felt an inexplicable sadness and throbbing in her heart.

She is different from all elves, and has more complex senses for David.

She can be said to be a poor elf whose fate was directly changed because of that red dragon.

If it hadn't been for David, the mother would not have been so jealous of the royal court, so as a daughter, she was sent to Devensere as a hostage, and she has become a caged bird ever since.

But if it weren't for David, it's also very likely that my mother would have died by herself during the king's banquet.

It is precisely because of these that Elizabeth has known since she was a child that Davyutos is not as pure evil as the elves say today.

At least when David was disguised as the silver dragon 'Saphisduin', he was a veritable alchemy genius, erudite, wise, and popular with his mother. He even saved her hometown of Sioulu when the barbarians invaded. Si Ling.

After returning to the Old World, he also formed the Red Scale Caravan to re-divide the maritime power, and single-handedly created the world-famous phenomenon-level miracle of Montero City.

Of course, in Elizabeth's eyes, David can't be called a good dragon either.

Otherwise, my mother Miliri would not have been feared and ostracized by the nobles of the royal court until now.

And she would not stay in Devensell as a poor hostage.

What a pity, eighteen years have passed.

She had almost forgotten how maple leaves were in full bloom all over the mountains in her hometown of Seorus.

However, these eighteen years of independent life away from home were not all without gains for her.

For example, friendship.

Being able to be friends with this young legend, Starsinger Arya, was something she would have never imagined in the past.

I remember that when I first met in the royal court, the other person was still the noble and even a bit arrogant Moon God Chosen standing next to Elf Queen Alassia.

It's just that since he was inexplicably missing and captured on the front line three years ago, and since he was rescued by the elves with all their strength in the Battle of Montero Coast two years ago and came back to life, he seems to have become a completely different elf.

Become silent, simple, humble, sometimes even a little taciturn.

Perhaps it is precisely because of this that the two elves, who were originally very different in status, were able to become friends.

As for Arya's huge contrasting changes before and after, perhaps no Elizabeth, who has also experienced drastic changes in her life, can better understand the other person's state of mind.

She had heard that in order to rescue Elijah, the chosen one of the Moon God, Devencel was secretly sent by the Palace Moon Shadow Mage Group and the Dark Lyra Team, and they were all wiped out.

Leopold, chosen by the wandering god, died in battle.

The two well-known legends, Valerie and Bradimir, the gods of destiny and history and the gods of the forest, even had their souls destroyed on the spot.

If she had gone through all this, I'm afraid she would have been completely crushed by the huge shadow of self-blame and guilt under the accusations of thousands of people, right?

But fortunately, Alia, as usual, quickly got better from the stubborn headache, and said with a smile on her pale face:

"I'm fine, it's the same old problem."

"How about I take you back to the royal court?" Elizabeth asked.

"No, I still have a date."

As he said that, before Elizabeth could look angry and envious, she raised her arm and pointed at the tall elf with long silver hair at the corner of the street, who was leaning against the wall with his arms folded. He seemed to be waiting impatiently at this moment:

"Well, Sephiroth is already waiting for me, so I can't have dinner with you today."

"Hmph, I don't care. You should take it easy. Don't be unable to get out of bed like last time, and the magic communication calls me to help you." Elizabeth immediately turned her head and said as if she felt guilty.

Arya's face turned red when Elizabeth complained, but she didn't take it seriously and retorted back:

"If you have time to bury me here, why not find a boyfriend and listen to me? True love can cure everything. Look at me now, am I in a much better state? Huh?"

Elizabeth felt lonely when she heard this.

She is just a hostage of Devensel. In such a situation, she can't even talk about freedom. What qualifications does she have to find true love?

However, he didn’t want to dampen his friend’s interest, so he forced out a smile, pushed Aria’s back and said:

"Go on, go on, have a private meeting with your man quickly, don't try to tempt me."

Just seeing Arya trotting over, enthusiastically holding the other person's arm and apologizing coquettishly, the male elf still had a bad face, and Elizabeth suddenly showed a look of worry and regret.

I don’t know if it’s because Arya’s choice is not worth it, or something else.

She always felt an inexplicable sense of familiarity and excitement towards her boyfriend named Sephiroth.

However, no matter what, the reason could not be found.

She even thought that she had fallen in love with Aria's boyfriend at first sight, which almost scared her to death.

But after a brief contact, after realizing that the other party was hot and cold towards Alia, I felt relieved.

You have to be blind to fall in love with such a capricious guy.

It’s such a pity Alia.

She really couldn't figure out why Arya, who was born in a noble family and had such unique conditions, fell in love with such a grumpy and unreasonable wanderer.

I still prefer it to be deep.

After the two elves disappeared together in a cheap tavern, Elizabeth curled her lips and murmured:

"I can't control this masochist anyway. It's all my choice."

Turn around and return to your home.

The second floor of the Sword and Bauhinia Tavern.

Listening to the crackling sounds of whipping and moaning, the passengers on the same floor all looked at each other, and then smiled knowingly:

‘That slutty princess is out having sex with her wild man again. ’

In the early morning, after a night of violent wind and rain, Arya, who was covered in whip marks and limp, finally came to her senses because of the movement, lay on the bed.

Looking at Sephiroth who had already gotten up and dressed and was about to leave her, he opened his mouth, trying to muster up the courage to ask him to stay with him for more time, but in the end he fell silent and looked at the back of the other person leaving with a slumped smile.

Because she knows the result.

Sometimes, she even feels that the other person does not love her.

She was simply venting something on her body.

Otherwise, why would the other party only use his mouth and back?

In fact, she once wanted to have a child with the other party and get married.

However, repeated requests were ruthlessly rejected by the other party.

Sephiroth didn't seem to want to have a love child with her.

This made Arya very sad for a while.

But for some reason, she felt that she couldn't live without him.

It was as if only by immersing herself in this familiar yet unfamiliar cathartic situation could she briefly escape the shadow of the Battle of Montero Coast.

Only by being brutally pressed down by the opponent and feeling the pain from your body can you repay this sin.

When I thought of this, the countless vague memory fragments rushed into my head again, and I had a splitting headache.

This made her want to return to Sephiroth's arms even more.

It seems that that is the harbor where I can escape and rest from the storm:

"Maybe, this is the fate I deserve."

Just when Arya was feeling sorry for herself in the guest room, she didn't know that the son of destiny she believed to be was having a private meeting with another high elf woman at the port dock.

Even the other party had some pity and sympathy for Alia's experience:

"She is so pitiful, she is just like a puppet that you wantonly toy with and ravage."

‘Sephiroth’ smiled disdainfully:

"The elves have decided that on the night of the full moon next month, we will welcome representatives of elven clans from Toril and other planes in the Golden Oak Square to discuss how to cooperate with the arrival of the King-Slaying Star to bring our giant The dragon is completely extinct. I hope that by then, when she carries the will of the Moon God, brings the King-Slaying Star to the Dragon Island, and leads thousands of troops to raise the butcher knife towards us, you can still maintain this compassion. Heart, mine, Her Royal Highness Princess Alicia.”

"After all, is it inevitable to reach this point?"

In the face of David's cruel intelligence obtained by going undercover in Devonsel by personally disguising himself as a high elf.

Alicia just sighed and disappeared into the cold wind.