CHAPTER 472: CHAPTER 277: ENTERED THE ANNALS OF HISTORY (PART 3)

Dragon Island, without the protection of the Dragon God, was at risk of ruin at any moment.

His Majesty the Silver Dragon King, acting both publicly and privately, had by his own strength maintained the last dignity of all the clans and averted an ugly coup. He had also preserved as much of the Metal Dragons’ power as possible, leaving a valuable political fortune for his own Brandle Vincent family and daughter.

Each Metal Dragon clan leader, in their own way, owed the Brandle Vincent family a tremendous dragon favor.

And perhaps, this was also a strategy uniquely suited to Metal Dragons—or rather, beings of the lawful good alignment like Gold and Silver Dragons.

As the saying goes, "Together they are a bonfire, scattered they are stars across the sky."

One day, should circumstances change, Alicia could summon a Metal Dragon army with these clan tokens at her fingertips.

It was also a way to maintain, in a roundabout way, her father’s legacy.

Gradually, as the dragon groups dispersed, only a third of the original Gold and Silver Dragons remained in the entire Supreme Dragon Court, including the two young dragons who had gone to meet them earlier, Erickson and Dackels.

In David’s memory, their families seemed to have left, yet they had stayed, ready to continue serving Alicia.

This was also the method of many families: hedging their bets.

David, sighing, said to the former Silver Dragon princess, "Princess Alicia, I am utterly impressed by your father’s courage and actions. I represent the Sed Ponga family and the Chromatic Dragons in witnessing all this. The events of today’s Dragon Court will be passed down and remembered through the bloodline of dragons, from generation to generation, and have now become a part of history."

Having said that, David raised his head. "The name of the Silver Dragon King Eyegbenny will be immortalized. Farewell!"

Facing such a radiant Silver Dragon princess, Attilicia no longer harbored any sordid intentions of having her as a daughter-in-law.

My son is not worthy!

"Princess Alicia, take care."

He wished to leave a promise like the other clan leaders but, upon searching, realized he had no worthy personal dragon tokens to offer and had to awkwardly let it pass.

But just as David and his son turned to leave, they heard the Silver Dragon princess suddenly say from behind, "Wait."

"Is there anything else you wish to command, Your Highness?" David asked, puzzled.

After all, he was a Chromatic Dragon and didn’t seem to have anything to promise.

Little did he know, Alicia smiled, a twinkle in her eye, and asked, "May I ask, what conditions and rituals are required to convert to the faith of your mother, Lady Pafila?"

David was somewhat bewildered and asked, "Who wants to convert to my mom’s faith?"

After all, at this moment, there were only two followers of his mother Pafila, a believer of the Doctrine of Strength: him and his father. Even Tania and his daughter Satilaesa hadn’t been recruited by their own mother.

According to Pafila, each dragon should walk their own path. It was sufficient for the two of them to maintain the minimum degree of faith befitting a god. For the rest, there was no necessity, and they might not even comprehend the doctrine.

Little did David realize that the former Silver Dragon princess, extending the tip of her delicate tail in front of him and his son—and before the bewildered gazes of the dragons of the Dragon Court—gently touched her own chest and replied with a smile, "Me."

"!!!" Tania, following behind David, was utterly bewildered and on alert.

What bewildered Tania even more was that Pafila, whose divine name had been invoked, actually descended through David to respond!

Extending the tip of her tail to the top of Alicia’s head, as if a pope crowning his own faithful, Pafila proclaimed, "Good. You are now my follower. I shall teach you... what it means to follow the Path of Strength."

Alicia immediately knelt before David, whose gaze was divine yet utterly bewildered, and kissed his claw, saying, "Thank you, my lord. Praise be to my goddess Pafila!"