CHAPTER 433: CHAPTER 260: PREGNANT WITH A THIRD CHILD? (PART 2)

At worst, I’ll just have my retinue help deliver the final blow!

A wide-ranging group control spell should be enough to accomplish many things.

Caught off guard by an information disparity, it wasn’t impossible for a group control spell to kill a cluster of Legends.

Moreover, he hadn’t only gained the ’Dragon God Finger,’ which had an incredibly high threshold, but he had also freeloaded numerous dragon combat techniques from Bahamut.

My self-confidence just skyrocketed.

Below Legendary tier, I probably don’t have any rivals.

Even Legends might get taken out by me if I catch them off guard.

It was only when he was about to leave and saw Aunt Red Dragon Brittany still lying there ’corpse-like’ and unconscious, that he was reminded of another ’comrade-in-arms’ from this trip: Ancestor Christoph, the one who had charged forward to block the King of the North Wind’s fatal blow meant for David, only to be subsequently smitten by a divine descent from Tiamat.

Ancestor... you really had some rotten luck!

Feeling a wave of sentimentality, David smacked his lips and immediately turned back to his Dragon Dad, Attilicia, saying, "Dad, can you help me send an interplanar message?"

"Oh, who is the recipient?" Attilicia naturally saw no reason to refuse and instinctively asked, raising a claw in preparation.

David sighed, "Yolanda."

Attilicia’s mouth opened slightly. He thought of that old Red Dragon, who had been far more reliable than himself at the critical moment. Ultimately, he said nothing about that and instead asked, "What exactly should I write?"

"Tell that Succubus Dragonkin chick that I’m breaking our date; her dad ran into Bahamut on the way back and kicked the bucket. Tell her to wash her ass and wait for me. When I have time, I’ll go down to Barto Hell and take her as my concubine. Or, she can come to Elariya and set up a time to mate with me. Just say it was her dead old dad’s last wish," David said, swaying his tail.

Lust

"..." Attilicia’s mouth involuntarily fell open, and his gaze toward his rascally son inevitably became a bit vacant.

He understood each part of what David said, but putting it all together, it just sounded so incredibly off-the-wall!

David Uthos, you’re a real scumbag!

How could I, a Silver Dragon sage, a paragon of virtue, intelligence, physique, aesthetics, and diligence, have sired such a degenerate offspring?

If these words were directed at any female Silver Dragon on Dragon Island, the entire island would likely erupt in collective outrage, and David’s wanted posters would be plastered all over Elariya.

That poor dragon girl just lost her father. If she heard what you just said...

She would probably...

Tsk, I almost forgot they’re Red Dragons!

Never mind then.

He suddenly remembered that he had been judging them with the preconceived notions and values of Metal Dragons.

Chromatic Dragons, huh! Losing a father didn’t seem to be a big deal for them.

Perhaps a bunch of offspring would even be thrilled to quickly divide the Dragon Nest’s inheritance.

Hm? By that logic, if I had been the one to accidentally die this time, that scoundrel David...

Attilicia’s thoughts took another twisted turn, and his gaze toward David became somewhat hostile.

"What’s up?" David turned his head and asked.

"Nothing." Remembering his consistent record of defeats at his son’s claws, Attilicia quickly shook his head, firmly deciding not to court further embarrassment, and swiftly changed the subject. "But how can you be sure Christoph is dead? What if he drifted to another plane through the crystal wall breach, just like Tiamat and the others?"

David shot his Dragon Dad a look as if he were an idiot. "That old fellow was just a common dragon. Can he even be compared to Tiamat or Bahamut?

"Those two Dragon Gods still have a chance to return, but Christoph? Unless he can grab onto the tail of some Dragon God and fly back with them, that’s about his only shot.

"Otherwise, being transported to another world—how is that any different from being dead?

"Since there’s no difference, it’s better to let that Succubus Dragonkin chick, Yolanda, give up hope sooner. That way, I seize the initiative, right? I’ll plot where I need to, plunder treasures when I can, and then she can bring her dad’s riches and come to me. That way, I’ll get both the dragon and the wealth!"

Greed

"..." Attilicia thought, You make a compelling point,

finding himself speechless. He could only once again grumble inwardly:

But really, you Chromatic Dragons are a shameless bunch!

Yet, even knowing his son was so incorrigible, he found that his desire to matchmake David with the Silver Dragon King’s youngest daughter remained completely unshaken in his heart...

Damn it! I’m a scoundrel too!

At this thought, Attilicia immediately whipped his own large backside with his tail. The dragon, who had been somewhat dispirited from the recent series of events, instantly perked up. His entire body tensed, and his scales stood on end.

"AH... HISS..."

"..." This scene, which could only be described as masochistic, made David grind his teeth.

He figured this probably wasn’t some new kinky game his parents had come up with.

Children should stay out of their parents’ affairs. So, acting as if he hadn’t seen a thing, he asked, "Is it written?"

"Ah, it’s already been sent via the Teleportation Circle, not a single word missed."

As a Silver Dragon and a guardian of justice, Attilicia felt it was his duty to reveal his son’s ’nefarious side’ to that Succubus Dragonkin girl, so she wouldn’t blindly trust her father’s slanders—after all, the one entrusted might not be the right dragon!

As for Christoph’s inheritance?

If it’s gone, it’s gone.

I have plenty of money now! Attilicia thought, forcibly swallowing the ache in his heart.

Indeed, as one of the potion suppliers for Evil Scale Fortress, he now had the financial backing to make such a statement.

Otherwise, what ordinary dragon family would have the resources to directly build their son an experimental Mana Energy fortress?

But the mere thought that, currently, Evil Scale Fortress and the entire Myriad Colors Divine Nation were being temporarily managed by his spouse, Pafila...

Instantly made everything seem tasteless.

It always felt like he was living off Pafila.

However... what if Tiamat were to return one day?

That would be an act of justice, plucking the scales of Chromatic Dragons!

David, however, seemed completely unconcerned by this. He spread his wings and took flight. Before leaving, he didn’t forget to point the tip of his tail at Brittany, who was still unconscious and recovering. "Alright, I’m off then. Oh, and please help me send this auntie of mine back to the Astral Plane. She should be received by Sed Ponga at Drocklyn Harbor. If she wakes up later and goes berserk, tearing down our fortress, that would be a huge loss."

Attilicia watched David’s retreating figure and replied, "Alright, alright... COUGH COUGH COUGH COUGH... YUE!"

He suddenly began to cough violently, and then, along with the coughs, he vomited out a tadpole the size of an adult human body.

A single, super-sized Spirit Sucker tadpole.

"Huh... why was I expelled? Dad! No, I want to go home!" the Spirit Sucker tadpole cried. Landing on the scorching desert sands of Kutaro, it was nearly roasted half-done on the spot.

It immediately curled its tail like a nimble, large catfish, launched itself upwards with a sudden flick, and shot back into Attilicia’s mouth, which was slightly agape from shock. Then, it wriggled back down his esophagus, which was still trying to expel it.

However, since his throat had healed thanks to ’Valhalla Rebirth,’ the previous opening was gone.

Once the Spirit Sucker tadpole forced its way back in, it slid straight into his stomach amidst Attilicia’s flustered panic.

"Don’t! You, come out quickly!" Attilicia was terrified that this little creature, whom he had almost forgotten, would be ’eaten’ by him.

After all, it was a dragon’s stomach.

Who knew if it was because it had absorbed his Silver Dragon blood, but the Spirit Sucker tadpole showed no signs of being digested by the stomach acid at all.

On the contrary, it seemed even more energetic. It did a joyful roll in his stomach like a playful kitten and even pleaded coquettishly, "I don’t want to! I’m scared... It’s so dangerous outside. Just let me stay inside your body, okay? Please?"

"..." Utterly baffled, Attilicia looked up at the sky.

This manner of speech, this temperament... as a Silver Dragon, he couldn’t sense even a hint of the darkness and evil that should belong to a Spirit Sucker.

Instead, it seemed more like a newly hatched Silver Dragon chick.

How could he bring himself to refuse it?

But what was this?

Had he become pregnant with a third child?

How would he explain this to David and his siblings, or to Pafila?

That he had been... by a Spirit Sucker...

...impregnated?