Chapter 415: Chapter 409 Auntie Grandma

Under Cecilia’s meticulous arrangements, spies had long been planted by the Zhen Dan Kingdom within the territories of the Talia Alliance and the Empire. However, a place like Aphnas is truly difficult to infiltrate, and there’s no real necessity to infiltrate it either.

In such circumstances, although Leon’s heroic deeds on the Blood War Battlefield would eventually spread throughout the Multi-universe, the dissemination of news takes time. If Leon himself didn’t speak, these shocking news might not reach the Material Plane’s Zhen Dan Kingdom for quite a while.

At this time, Isily was idly wandering the streets of Watchtower Port in the form of a silver-haired girl, as usual with nothing to do. She held a candied haw in one hand, an ice cream in the other, and still managed to have a squid skewer in her mouth… All those exotic snacks originated from Leon’s kitchen.

Where should I go to play now?

Isily looked around, hesitating, when she suddenly noticed a gracefully composed silver-haired woman sitting under a sunshade by the roadside, elegantly sipping coffee and waving at her.

“Little Isily, come over here,” the silver-haired lady’s voice was as gentle as a spring breeze.

Isily blinked, realizing she didn’t know the woman, but she could sense an extraordinary aura from her. Her strength was profound and unfathomable, yet strangely she felt an inexplicable sense of closeness.

“Hello, you are… do we know each other?” Isily cautiously approached.

The silver-haired woman smiled and said, “Siajie, your…” she paused for a moment to think, “in terms of generations, I should be your great-aunt.”

Hearing this, Isily was surprised, her mouth slightly agape.

Unlike Leon, Isily inherited practical knowledge from her parents, which lay buried in her memory, unacknowledged or used, until it was needed. At that moment, she withdrew inward, her lashes quivering, and said, “It seems, it seems like there was a great-aunt, but…”

“…but went to the Heavenly Mountain to serve before Lord Bahamut, right?” Siajie continued, looking warmly at the young girl before her — those lustrous eyes, delicate face, and sleek long hair reaching her waist, “Our little Isily is truly adorable.”

Isily was too nervous to pay attention to the compliments, wringing her fingers anxiously, “Then, then why are you here?”

“Lord Bahamut has been keeping an eye on you,” Siajie’s voice combined softness with an air of solemnity.

“Really?” Unlike the Colorful Dragons who feared Tiamat, the Metal Dragons generally revered Bahamut. Hearing Siajie’s words, Isily almost burst into tears, her nose tingling.

“Of course it’s true,” Siajie said, “Are you having a good time here? Has that Red Dragon bullied you?”

Isily remembered her experience of being kidnapped by the Red Dragon all the way from the Belen Kingdom to the Zhen Dan Kingdom, quietly muttering, “I was terrified at first, but later, I didn’t expect that Red Dragon wasn’t bad, just had a peculiar sense of humor…”

Like opening the floodgates, Isily started talking non-stop, only to suddenly realize and add, “I am working for him now, but it isn’t about falling, rather… As you can see, in his city, people truly live and work in peace and contentment, just that there’s a lot of monsters, with goblins, hobgoblins, and orcs all around.”

“Alright,” Siajie gently interrupted Isily with a smile, “I know all of what you said… Just sit down. The reason I came to see you today isn’t to demand accountability.”

“Mmm, mmm,” Isily nodded repeatedly like pounding garlic, obediently sitting across from Siajie, “Great-aunt, do you have any matters or questions? I promise to answer truthfully and thoroughly.”

“Relax, it’s not something important, let’s just chat,” Siajie elegantly motioned for the waiter to bring the menu, placing it in front of Isily, “Do you want to order anything?”

“No, no,” Isily shook her head like a rattle, her silver hair swishing like a wave, stuffing snacks into her mouth, “I have these… you can’t find these snacks anywhere else besides Watchtower Port, especially this ice cream, it’s unbelievably good, want to try?”

“No, thank you,” Siajie smiled and declined, “You seem to be living quite happily here. Can you tell me how that Red Dragon is?”

Isily wiped her lips, removing food crumbs, and began thinking seriously, recounting her opinions on the Red Dragon — not a brutal tyrant, but an autocratic ruler who liked to implement unorthodox policies that sometimes yielded surprisingly good results, and spent money extravagantly, hardly like a dragon…

“Sounds like you have a pretty high opinion of him,” Siajie said, resting her cheeks in her hands, looking at Isily.

“Well, kind of,” Isily suddenly became bashful, her voice turning shy, “better than those brutal, arrogant Red Dragons… You wouldn’t know, but his mother and sister are here too; they’re the annoying ones, constantly stirring up trouble.”

“So, do you like him?” Siajie leaned forward, asking abruptly.

“Ah!” Isily jumped as if someone stepped on her tail, “Of course not.”

“It’s normal to like him,” Siajie chuckled, stirring her coffee, “I’ve heard he’s quite charming, his scales like rubies, extraordinarily powerful for his young age, ruling a kingdom, and even you admit his personality isn’t bad… If you don’t even have a crush on someone like him, what will you do in the future?”

Isily opened her mouth, hesitated, and finally managed to say, “I’m still a teenage dragon.”

“If it’s true love,” Siajie gently took Isily’s hand, “Silver Dragon and Red Dragon, identity isn’t a problem. I support you, and Lord Bahamut will support you too… isn’t there that bronze dragon who became the queen of a Red Dragon?”

Isily no longer answered, just focused on eating ice cream, her ear tips slightly red.

Yes, that powerful, generous, and charming dragon, who wouldn’t have a fondness for him?

Siajie took a sip of her coffee and changed the topic, “Has that Blue Dragon ever laid an egg for the Red Dragon?”

“No,” Isily shook her head without hesitation, “I haven’t heard of such a thing.”

“And the Green Dragon?” Siajie pressed on.

“Neither,” Isily replied, “Fiora hasn’t either.”

“Surprising,” Siajie murmured to herself.

“I know why,” Isily lowered her voice, “Although most Red Dragons are irresponsible, often mating and leaving younger Dragon Guard eggs, then abandoning the baby dragons to fend for themselves… The reason Leon doesn’t want anyone to lay eggs for him is that he thinks he’s currently unable to bear the responsibilities of raising offspring.”

“Leon took in his mother and sister, his emphasis on family is like the Blue Dragon,” Isily nodded as if she had it all figured out, “and that’s one of the reasons he and Tassera get along so well.”

Siajie, deep in thought, remarked, “If that’s the case, if he had offspring, he’d certainly cherish that child.”

“That’s for sure,” Isily suddenly became alert mid-sentence, realizing Siajie was looking at her oddly, “Wait, great-aunt, what do you mean by that look?”

“Nothing, nothing… You’re still a teenage dragon, you can’t lay eggs yet, it’s too early to talk about this,” Siajie waved her hand, “That bronze dragon Fiora, can you help me arrange a meeting with her?”

“Do you have business with her?” Isily boldly asked.

“Lord Bahamut cares deeply for that Red Dragon,” Siajie did not hide it, “hoping she can guide the Red Dragon towards goodness.”

With Bahamut taking action, it’s impossible for Tiamat in Aphnas to not take action. However, she’s aiming for a one-hit kill, allowing no failures, which takes time to maneuver…

Poor Leon, still asleep, clueless about the impending “battle” — possibly more perilous than the battles on the Blood War Battlefield…