Tale of the Red Dragon Without Dragon’s Might
Chapter 190 - 189: Another Nickname

Chapter 190: Chapter 189: Another Nickname

The Dragon Armor was acquired, Angmog was also smoothly taken down, and with that, everything more or less came to a perfect end.

The Cloud Giant’s castle is now in ruins, so there’s not much to visit there. The Silver Dragon attempted to preach, promoting Bahamut, advocating love and peace, but Leon, not paying attention, returned quickly with his haul worth several thousand Gold Coins.

On the Lost Plateau, it’s easy to get food, at least for a powerful flying Red Dragon. But the taste is nowhere near the delicacies crafted by the Halfling chefs of Watchtower Port. The first thing Leon did upon returning to Watchtower Port was eat, indulging himself heartily.

After having his fill, followed by a lava bath, Leon had a good sleep. He woke up naturally and crouched on the viewing platform of the volcanic crater, enjoying the cool sea breeze and looking out over the vast sea. He recalled his days of wandering the Lost Plateau and felt a strange sense of ’this is life’.

Indeed, compared to fighting and killing, he preferred a peaceful life — admiring the scenery, fishing every now and then. Too bad there’s no mobile phone or computer; otherwise, he could stay in for a week without going out. In general, he absolutely didn’t want to work; he really didn’t want to experience those days of working day and night again.

Whether it’s building roads or constructing docks, everything can rely on the Efreeti; just giving commands will do.

Marriage is like a besieged fortress: people outside want to get in, and those inside want out. A peaceful life is similar, though after more than half a month of doing nothing, Leon started to feel a bit bored.

He was really a bit envious of Tassera and the Brass Dragon, who both had hobbies to pass the time, while he didn’t know what to do with himself.

Actually, there were things he could do. For instance, he could try ruling Watchtower Port and then build it according to his vision, turning it into a utopia or a living hell.

But having not long ago encountered the Death Horror Monarch, and despite not having to exert much effort to take down Angmog, a Red Dragon matured into a Blood Scale Frenzy state, he was somewhat worried about encountering the same situation again. He wasn’t strong enough yet to act with impunity.

Of course, he couldn’t be arrogant and complacent, nor should he underestimate himself. Leon knew a little: with his current power, ruling a small to medium-sized city like Watchtower Port would pose no problem; no strong being would bother him over such a trivial matter.

The strong should indeed possess more things; this is a natural law.

In any case, he temporarily had no interest in ruling Watchtower Port.

Indeed, finding some hobby seemed simpler.

As it turns out, he wasn’t that fond of fishing, definitely not because he often returned empty-handed. Otherwise, learning from the Brass Dragon to become a stonecutter, sculpting statues might also be nice. Or raising some pets, perhaps setting up an aquarium...

The villa on the mountain, located next to the volcanic crater, was unbearably hot; without Flame Immunity, not many could withstand it for long. The villa at the foot of the mountain didn’t have so many problems and was suitable for all races to live in. It suddenly occurred to Leon that he didn’t even have a maid until now.

Otherwise, he could run to a village and demand that the poor villagers offer up beautiful girls? Thinking of this, Leon couldn’t help but laugh.

Speaking of Cecilia, who kept claiming to be his maid, and now is busy being a queen in the forest... Instead of bringing her back to be a maid, it might be better to let her continue being a queen in the forest. The contradiction of a queen actually being his maid was even better, wasn’t it?

Speaking of Cao Cao, Cao Cao appeared. The Green Dragon, not known when it appeared in the sky, circled twice before slowly landing beside Leon.

"How come you’re free to come today?" Leon, lying on the observation deck, didn’t even want to move, "I was just thinking of you, and then you appeared. What a coincidence."

"The master actually thought of me?" Cecilia’s eyes brightened, "What were you thinking of me?"

"Thinking of you always calling me master, but never seen you act as a maid for a day." Leon turned his head to stare at the Green Dragon, "It was fine before my house was built, but now it’s finished, yet you stay in the forest every day. Have you stayed in my house for a day? Have you ever helped clean a room?"

Cecilia wanted to explain, but she closed her mouth after opening it.

At least in the forest, she was still a leader, and she knew well what leaders hated most: when subordinates make mistakes, they don’t repent or think of correcting them but instead try to explain.

"The master is right to reprimand me." Cecilia said, "I will now go and tidy the house for the master."

"Don’t bother." Leon said offhandedly, never expecting such a big reaction from the Green Dragon, "Better keep staying in the forest, helping me gather resources is more useful than cleaning my room."

"Then let me find a few maids for the master." Cecilia said, "Does the master like human maids, elf maids, or perhaps gnome maids?"

"Orc maids?" Leon said with a laugh.

"I don’t need you to find maids for me at the moment." Leon said, "I just want to say, since you are my maid... I don’t mind at other times, the more majestic, the better, but when you’re by my side, you must step half a step behind me. And when in human form, you must wear a maid outfit, not those other messy clothes."

At this point, Leon remembered something: the need to redesign maid outfits for this world.

Before becoming a corporate slave, during university, he was also one of those modern "Five-Poisons".

"I noted it down." Cecilia nodded in response.

"That’s all then." Leon said, "You came over today for any particular reason? Met an enemy that’s hard to handle and want my help?"

"No." Cecilia said, "I haven’t planned on attacking the Elf City yet... By myself, I am not capable of that. I don’t even dare to get close to an Elf City; I fear a surprise attack from a group of Elf Rangers, Druids, and Mages would kill me."

Leon laughed, thinking that back when Cecilia, the Green Hag, and the Evil Ghost teamed up to handle one Elf Village, they had to try all sorts of ways. Now that Cecilia had become stronger, but still not stronger than that three-party alliance, handling an Elf Village was already challenging, let alone dealing with an Elf City.

The population of elves is far smaller than that of humans, but with their long lives, elves can often become professionals through persistent efforts. The combat power of an Elf Village is nothing like that of a Human Village.

"Once you reach the mature stage, you might be able to attack that Elf City." Leon said, "But now, since you’re not at the mature stage, it’s better to honestly build your power."

"If it’s only me, I must wait until my mature stage, preferably the old stage, but with the master, it could be done now." Cecilia paused, "And it would be effortless, overwhelming."

"So you came here to ask for my help in dealing with that Elf City?" Leon said, "I still haven’t taken Watchtower Port yet myself."

"I haven’t even unified the forest near my lair yet, and those under my command only recognize the Chief and Military Governor, not me. They still need careful training; I haven’t thought that far yet." Cecilia said, "I just came over to ask the master, did you go to the Lost Plateau in recent days?"

"I did." Leon said, "How did you know? I haven’t told you."

Though Leon had been back for many days, he hadn’t sought out Cecilia yet.

"I heard about it." Cecilia said, "I heard that the master did great things on the Lost Plateau."

"Like what?" Leon asked.

"Slaughtered several Frost Giant villages, chased Angmog all around, finally killed Angmog, encountered the Death Fear Punisher, and in the end, survived from the legendary Death Horror Monarch... You will surely become an infamous Great Evil Dragon in the Lost Plateau, or even the entire world." Cecilia loved gossip, "You probably don’t know, they even gave you a nickname."

Leon remembered that he had a nickname before as well, something like Red Blood Frenzy, but he wasn’t satisfied with it, so he made one up himself, Fiery Fire Bomb. Yet, in the end, it all came to nothing. After all, he was just a young dragon back then, known only in a small forest. Didn’t expect he’d encounter another nickname given to him today.

After thinking about it, he realized he indeed made a bit of a name for himself with the deeds on the Lost Plateau, deserving of a nickname.

"What’s the nickname?" Leon asked with interest.

"You use a sword, right?" Cecilia said, "So they named you the Cliff Sword."

"With names like fire, flame, crimson, they could fit any Red Dragon. But the Cliff Sword, once mentioned, brings you to mind because no other Red Dragon uses a sword." Cecilia continued, "I think it’s quite fitting; the nickname is actually quite nice."

Leon thought of a particular joke, his expression twisted, half opening his mouth but holding back.

"Does the master dislike this nickname?" Cecilia was quite perceptive, "If the master thinks of another, I can spread it to overwrite this one."

Leon knew it was important to recognize his own limits; he wasn’t good at naming things, so he said: "Forget it, leave it be."

"Besides, if you’ve heard the nickname here, it shows that the Lost Plateau has spread it far and wide, changing it now wouldn’t be easy." Leon sighed, "The point is, the nickname isn’t that awful."

"I can hear the master’s famous name here." Cecilia laughed, "It shows that the master is now a renowned Great Evil Dragon, unlike me, just a minor presence."

"What use is fame if it only attracts adventurers seeking fame to come dragon-slaying?" Saying that, Leon knew fame was useful, or else why would so many build up their reputations? Though what exactly its uses were remained unclear to him.

"Regular fame would indeed attract fame-seeking adventurers to slay dragons, but such great fame is different; it’s not worth risking one’s life for a bit of fame."

"I also don’t know what it’s good for exactly." Cecilia said with a smile, "But I suspect the master will experience it soon enough."