CHAPTER 449: CHAPTER 267: ELF CAGE TYPE_2

Most likely, it also involves a conflict between gods.

"But hey, it’s not entirely a bad thing."

Watching the formerly jubilant, noisy group of dragons suddenly fall silent, David smiled again. He lifted the Chosen of the Moon Goddess, glanced at them, and said,

"With her in our clutches, at least we don’t have to worry about the Moon Goddess coming to the mortal world."

Even if the Moon Goddess Sahani decided to follow in the footsteps of Pafila and Tiamat from the past, descending to choose a non-Chosen ’incarnation’, as long as she couldn’t unite with the other two goddesses into a ’Trinity’ to become the powerful deity Angreis, theoretically, his mother Pafila should be able to cope with ease.

He himself was Pafila’s best Chosen ’incarnation’ in the prime material plane.

There was no existence more suited to her in terms of actions, beliefs, and values.

If he could enter the realm of legends as soon as possible...

As for the chief god of the High Elves, Corellon, the Spider Queen Rose was always watching from the Abyss, eager for her ex-husband to fall into her trap.

Lizrite opened her mouth but, fortunately, didn’t ask the "wise" question ’Why not just kill this Chosen on the spot?’ due to a moment of excessive tension.

That would cause Aria’s soul to return directly to the Elven Divine Realm, the Afando Kingdom.

A single Resurrection Spell would allow her to escape easily in Dewensen.

Sometimes, the body is the medium for life to experience everything. It is also the prison that locks up the soul.

Due to the break in civilization, the dragons under his command were somewhat unfamiliar and anxious about the imminent fated battle between dragons and elves. But when they saw their leader’s calm demeanor, as if he had everything under control, they also strangely calmed down.

With the boss around, what was there to fear?

For a while, those who were tying up prisoners did so, and those who were stealing Gold Coins continued. David, who wasn’t particularly short on money now, turned a blind eye, considering it a reward for the troops.

After a while, the two Metal Dragon prisoners, Sebriz and Fulatimir, were brought up.

Before David could speak, these two Metal Dragons, just ’rescued’ by the group of dragons from the hands of the elves, collapsed prostrate on the ground with their tails between their legs, smiling ingratiatingly and complimenting in high voices, one after another, with a hint of Toriel’s Eastern Karatu dialect,

"Prince David Uthos, unrivaled in the prime material plane!"

"The High Elves, a bunch of shameless scoundrels, scatter and surrender at your mere approach!"

"The Prince is mighty!"

The two Metal Dragons slapped their tails, bowing deeply,

"We thank Prince David Uthos for our rescue!"

The Chromatic Dragons, who had never seen such a spectacle, momentarily put aside even the urgent matter of divvying up Gold Coins. They all ran over curiously to watch these two Metal Dragons who clearly had no concept of shame.

"TSK, a couple of brown-nosers."

Lizrite, who had once been neighbors in a dragon kennel with Fulatimir, the slovenly Brass Dragon, rolled her eyes.

To this day, she still resented how this Brass Dragon had once audaciously defecated in their Dragon Food bowl.

As someone who had suffered greatly under the Brass Dragon’s mischief, she knew all too well the power of this wandering Brass Dragon bard, and now, damn it, they had teamed up!

If it weren’t for David’s dignity and face, she would have wanted to chase the dragons away right then.

Even David, the very dragon involved, couldn’t help but chuckle at the two Metal Dragons’ current obsequiousness. However, he still remembered the scene from before; it was likely that these two Metal Dragons had been about to renege on their deal halfway through. Driven by curiosity, he casually flicked his tail and asked,

"Tell me, what made you suddenly think of trying to cross me?"

Perhaps recalling their grim experiences under the Red Dragon’s claws, these two usually eloquent Metal Dragons suddenly fell silent upon being questioned.

After exchanging glances, they didn’t choose to offer a desperate defense but instead confessed and awaited judgment,

"It was Greed that led us astray."

"We submit to Your Highness’s punishment."

"Hmm?" David was surprised this time; he had been ready for these two rascals to put on some kind of comic performance.

Seeing how suddenly docile they became, he lost interest in tormenting them further and simply pointed his tail at the Brass Dragon, saying,

"Fine, you can go."

"What?" Fulatimir was incredulous; he had thought he was going to be imprisoned for another decade or so.

He was being let go just like that?

Sebriz, the other Metal Dragon, was also stunned. What about me? This isn’t fair!

"What’s the matter? Missing the taste of the Dragon Food at camp?" David’s pupils narrowed.

"No, no, no! I’m leaving right now! Right now! Thank you for your generosity, Your Highness. When I, Fulatimir, wander the planes in the future, I will be sure to speak highly of you in my memoirs."

The Brass Dragon completely ignored his Silver Dragon companion’s contemptuous glance and turned to flee, as if terrified David might change his mind.

After all, a Red Dragon’s whims are even more unpredictable than a human woman’s moods, he thought. Still, since David did save my life, I suppose I’ll badmouth him a little less in the future.

"Wait a moment."

Fulatimir’s figure immediately froze as if caught by David’s Wind of Absolute Silence immobilization spell. He turned his head with a bitter smile and asked,

"Does Your Highness have any other orders?"

"In the coming days, why not wander around the Elven Kingdom a bit more? If you come across any interesting stories, send back a few Magic Messages. After all, at this point, we could be considered old acquaintances among dragons, couldn’t we?" David asked, leaning forward slightly.

Fulatimir immediately understood that this Red Dragon wanted him to do his bidding—to work as a spy in the Elven Kingdom.

I’m not opposed to being a spy, especially when it comes to selling out those long-eared elves, he thought. But the problem is, I’m a Metal Dragon! If word got out to the Metal Dragon community and reached my hometown that I, Fulatimir, had been working for a Red Dragon, wouldn’t my painstakingly cultivated reputation be utterly destroyed?

He could only force himself to stutter,

"I, Fulatimir, am not the kind of dragon that could easily betray the Metal Dragon faction... Your Highness, perhaps you could..."

David immediately raised his magnificent triangular chin towards Rosinde.

Rosinde, being one of the dragon’s kin, understood instantly. He brought forth a chest overflowing with Gold Coins, letting it drop with a THUD in front of the Brass Dragon.

Fulatimir, whose eyes nearly popped out at the sight, instantly grinned from ear to ear. Amid the stunned gazes of the Chromatic Dragons, he hugged the chest and extolled loudly,

"You certainly know your dragons, Your Highness!"

"Go on then. As long as the information is useful to me, you won’t be shortchanged," David said, flicking his tail with a hint of disdain.

These days, any problem that can be resolved with money isn’t really a problem at all, David mused. What’s truly crucial now are the High Elves’ current movements.

Unfortunately, the Drow network in Dewensen’s sewers had been thoroughly disrupted when he’d forced his way into the potion market, essentially setting their whole operation ablaze.

"Alright! From now on, Prince David Uthos, you are the boss I, Fulatimir, respect the most!"

Watching his Brass Dragon friend soar into the sky with the chest, Sebriz was filled with envy, jealousy, and resentment. He immediately turned his head and eagerly asked David,

"Prince David Uthos, what are your plans for me? As a Silver Dragon, I am much more experienced in intelligence work than that unreliable Brass Dragon!"

I don’t feel much of a psychological burden about switching allegiance to serve under the Chromatic Dragons, Sebriz thought. Besides, I could stay close to this now influential Red Dragon as an informant, ensuring the safety of Dragon Island.

But to Sebriz’s amazement, David simply asked,

"What’s your father’s name?"

"Winfield... Casper Winfield Oliveral Swietlanden."

David didn’t recognize the surname. He narrowed his eyes as he asked,

"What’s his position on Dragon Island?"

"...Member of the Dragon Island Elder Council," Sebriz confessed honestly.

"Fine, that settles it. Pack up. After a while, you’ll come with me to Dragon Island."

"..." Sebriz was speechless.

Plans can never keep up with changes, David mused. The enemy is at the gates. Many things can’t be done in an orderly fashion any longer. Still, it’s most likely his father who will be panicking.

「Attilicia.」

After all, this particular Silver Dragon, who had been wandering abroad, hadn’t returned home for nearly half a century—all because of an unexpected encounter with a certain female Red Dragon.