"Brother David, how about we just let it go? I wasn't *really* bullied by the Elves. Seeing you has made Tania so happy already! Let's just go straight back to the Old Continent, okay?"

Tania could clearly see the conflicted and hesitant expression on their Dragon father, Attilicia, who was behind her. She took the initiative to speak up, attempting to appease David's rage.

"You've been lying at home for months, and you call that not being bullied?"

This was only possible because Tania was a Silver Dragon, capable of healing herself through deep slumber. If it had been a human child of the same age and mental state on Blue Star, he dreaded to imagine the consequences.

"I... but I really am alright now. Besides, I've heard my friends have also been transferring out of Dewensen one after another. I haven't really been able to learn much these past few years anyway. After all, some subjects, like the course on Magic Enigma Locks, aren't open to us outsiders at the academy."

Tania was moved by her older brother's immediate readiness to stand up for her, but she didn't want to make things too difficult for their father either.

"Well, now *I* have an issue," David said, his face calm but his voice filled with Wrath.

"..." Tania didn't know whether to laugh or cry. She looked awkwardly at her father, who had been following silently with his head bowed.

David was well aware of what his clever sister was thinking and spoke in a deep voice, "Don't worry about him."

Upon hearing his son mention him, Attilicia looked up in surprise. He turned to see David looking back at him and said, "It's been half a year since the Elf Queen, Arasya, took power. Do you think her intelligence lists would miss your name, the biggest potion smuggler in the entire Elven Kingdom? Perhaps the net is already closing. Once the key officials in Dewensen are purged from top to bottom, they'll start dealing with 'parasites' like us."

Although Attilicia might be spared the worst due to his status as a Silver Dragon, he wouldn't be able to take any of the money he'd earned out of Dewensen.

Attilicia's expression shifted unpredictably. With his intellect, how could he not be aware of all this? He sighed and said, "It's not that I'm unwilling... Just give me one more year. No, half a year..."

"Don't be naive. Forget it. Since you lack the resolve to make a clean break, I might as well do it for you today. Besides, times have changed. What's wrong with putting aside business with a single Elven Kingdom for a while?"

Attilicia's expression brightened with hope as he discerned the key words. He looked expectantly at his son and asked, "So you have another plan?"

David glanced disdainfully at this materialistic Silver Dragon. After being suppressed by their mother for half his life, all he could think about was money, and he was already in too deep. David said, "How about I send you to hell?"

"..." Attilicia recoiled, his face etched with a wary 'What are you planning?' expression. He asked, "But hasn't the crisis from the War God already passed?" Even the wisp of divinity on David, the very source of the God War, had been taken by Pafila to absorb the impact.

David lowered his voice, using Telepathy to speak to Attilicia alone. He said, "But a planar war might be imminent. Wouldn't a potion supplier directly serving the Evil Scale Fortress and selling to all the Evil Dragon Lords be a lucrative position?"

In other words, David intended to pull his father into Barto Hell to bid on becoming one of the Chromatic Dragon Queen's munitions suppliers.

With his father's production capacity, even securing a fraction of that business would mean striking it rich overnight.

But Attilicia's scales practically bristled. His eyes widened in disbelief as he exclaimed, "Supply the Chromatic Dragon Queen? The Platinum Dragon God would strike me down!"

He was, after all, a Metal Dragon!

David looked at him, speechless, then asked, "But haven't you already converted?"

He'd actually heard a slip of the tongue from Miss Shalaina about it.

Moreover, it had been over thirty thousand years since the Dragonfall War. It was just selling some potions; surely it wouldn't come to that?

"Let me think about it," Attilicia said, feeling overwhelmed.

David couldn't be bothered with him any longer. They had arrived at the Dewensen Magic Academy.

He was now a juvenile Red Dragon, large enough to be classified as a Large creature. Even disguised as a Silver Dragon, with a body length of four meters and a neck three meters long, he was more conspicuous than a giraffe tall enough to peer over a two-story building.

Not to mention, the charming and adorable Tania was perched on his head, and a 'Holy Warrior' encased in full silver plate armor walked beside him.

This short journey of less than three kilometers had already drawn the stares and attention of numerous High Elves.

Under such scrutiny, David was stopped by the gate guards who had rushed out upon hearing the commotion. One of them shouted, "Halt! This is the Dewensen Magic Academy of the High Elves. Non-Elves are forbidden entry!"

David lowered his head slightly, his vertical pupils narrowing as he mumbled to himself, "Hmm, you don't recognize me. You must be new." Likely a recent replacement from Eternal Gathering Island.

He still remembered the previous gatekeeper of the Dewensen Magic Academy: an elderly Elf, nearly five hundred years old. Though youthful in appearance, his speech carried an undeniable weariness of age.

In the seven years he and his father had regularly picked Tania up from the academy, they had become quite familiar with that old Elf. Despite his arrogance, he at least possessed wisdom and experience.

Unlike the Elf before him now, who possessed nothing but haughtiness.

"I..." This Moon Elf, from a branch of a noble family on Eternal Gathering Island, hadn't finished speaking when he was stunned to see a long, slender tail extend before him.