Tale of the Red Dragon Without Dragon’s Might
Chapter 320 - 315: Conclusion

Chapter 320: Chapter 315: Conclusion

Leon, of course, wouldn’t stoop to such a petty act. After licking the Silver Dragon—well, let’s just call it a pat on the head for now—he figured it was enough. How she felt about it wasn’t really his concern.

"I suggest you behave yourself, or else I can’t promise what I might do. For example, I might just take a trip to Iron Port or Bern to let off some steam," Leon, still in his Dragon Form, threatened Isily without hesitation.

But business came first. Leon dismissed Isily and flew down, carving open the Frost Giant warlord’s chest. He tore out the vital heart—livers, intestines, and lungs were worthless. Too bad the eyeballs had been incinerated by the Samadhi True Fire. Lastly, he ensured every finger was broken off to take with him.

Isily watched the scene, trembling uncontrollably.

That Red Dragon was truly evil and terrifying. His earlier harmless demeanor must have been a façade. It proved he wasn’t just strong but also deviously cunning. Since when did a Red Dragon like this emerge among the Colorful Dragons? The world was destined for turmoil now. Oh, revered Lord Bahamut, please send someone to deal with this menace already.

A hundred thousand Gold Coins was no small amount, but for a city, it wasn’t exorbitant either. Before long, the Frost Wind Witch arrived, overseeing Frost Giants who delivered cart after cart of goods.

There were tens of thousands of Gold Coins, but the rest of the payment was made up with supplies: pelts, feathers, and teeth from unknown beasts, Mithril ingots, refined gold ingots, and magical equipment. The total value surely exceeded a hundred thousand Gold Coins. In a good market, these goods alone could sell for more than several hundred thousand.

The Frost Giants had no brains, but the Frost Wind Witch was sharp enough. Leon was pleased. With a wave of his hand, he collected everything, then gestured for them to leave. "I’ve received your compensation. Now be off. And remember, not everyone is as reasonable as I am."

Watching the Frost Wind Witch and the Frost Giants walk away, Leon stretched his neck and wings before turning toward the Silver Dragon. "Let’s go," he said.

"Where to?" Isily asked.

"The Crown Ice Glacier," Leon replied.

"You’re not planning to attack that Frost Giant city?" Isily glanced at the Frost Giant city standing tall in the Frozen Soil Wilderness. The Frost Giant warlord hadn’t lasted a minute against the Red Dragon. She believed even the combined efforts of everyone in that city wouldn’t stop the Red Dragon’s rampage.

"I’m a dragon of my word," Leon said matter-of-factly. "I promised them I’d let them go as long as they paid up ten thousand Gold Coins. I meant what I said."

Isily snorted. "From what I know, there’s nothing at the Crown Ice Glacier. What sinister purpose could you possibly have for going there?"

"Can’t a dragon just enjoy the scenery?" Leon retorted.

"A Red Dragon that loves heat and despises the cold, deliberately flying to a great glacier for sightseeing? I’d sooner believe pigs can fly," Isily replied with a tone dripping with sarcasm.

"I’m not planning to kill you or anything... but don’t push me," Leon replied with a dangerous smirk. "Force my hand, and I might just kill you, defile you, kill you again, defile you again, and finally finish you off while everything is still warm."

Isily’s eyes blinked rapidly. She understood his words.

Indeed, Leon hadn’t done anything too extreme to her so far. He hadn’t coerced her into treachery or criminal acts. He hadn’t even taken the glasses her uncle had lent her. She realized there was no need to court her own death. As long as she survived, there would always be a chance.

Moments ago, fear of the terrifying Red Dragon’s Three Heads and Six Arms form had left her mind blank. Now that she was calm, she realized she too had her pride. She couldn’t just change her attitude so suddenly, so she shook her head stubbornly, refusing to engage with Leon.

Leon couldn’t care less. He shifted back into his human form, pointed at Isily, and said, "Lie down."

"Why?" Isily was puzzled.

"I’m going to the Crown Ice Glacier."

"Then go."

"You’re my mount now."

"Uh..."

Isily was torn. There was no logical reason for a Silver Dragon to become a Red Dragon’s mount. If word of this got out, she’d lose all face. On second thought, though, if she managed to survive under such a terrifying Red Dragon’s rule, wouldn’t everyone still respect her?

Still, Isily felt compelled to protest. "If you need a mount, why did you let those White Dragons go?"

"I don’t need a mount. I just—" Leon, harboring a grudge from her earlier jabs, smirked again. "I’m a Red Dragon. And Red Dragons bully Silver Dragons. It’s just what we do."

The truth was, Leon had no interest in White Dragons. Their intelligence was simply too low. They were more beasts than dragons, and utterly useless. That was especially true for those White Dragons enslaved by Frost Giants—who knew if they even retained the ability to think.

And so, Leon rode Isily north, heading toward the Crown Ice Glacier, where the pristine whites of the snow and ice met the majesty of the rocky cliffs. What he hadn’t expected was to witness the Northern Lights and experience over twenty hours of darkness.

From the majestic glaciers to erupting volcanoes, from sprawling tundras to steaming hot springs, Leon even touched a plump, round seal for the first time in both of his lifetimes. For once, he felt genuinely content.

With all the sightseeing done, it was time to return. Unfortunately, he never got to see a Frost Worm, which was a shame. After calculating his schedule, Leon decided they’d head back to Bern after nearly two weeks.

Such a long time would be more than enough for Edwin to sort out various affairs—like resigning and transferring his Mage Tower’s ownership to his grandson.

Leon tried persuading Edwin to move his entire family to Watchport. He insisted that while the city he was building wasn’t as large in scale as Bern, it had far greater potential. He guaranteed Edwin’s family would find wealth and prosperity. But Edwin still chose to leave his descendants in Bern, and Leon didn’t force the issue.

Leon and Isily could fly, but the distance between Bern and Watchport was considerable. Even for dragons, it was a tiring journey. As for Edwin, while he could use Teleportation, he had never been to Watchport. Using Teleportation Technique recklessly was a recipe for disaster, so in the end, he opted to travel by ship.

During the trip, Leon idly discussed various topics with Edwin—chiefly Edwin’s research and plans for his nation. He urged Edwin to cultivate some students alongside his studies, offering to appoint him as an education official...

During this time, Leon relaxed his watch over Isily. To his surprise, she made no efforts to escape. The reason was simple: Isily feared Leon might be manipulating her in some way—perhaps letting her "escape" just to track her or use her for some ulterior motive. Still, she kept a close eye on Leon. That Red Dragon resembled no Red Dragon she had ever known.

After so many days of careful observation, she had no doubt—Leon was indisputably a Red Dragon, but he was nothing like one. An idea began to form in Isily’s mind. Could she persuade Leon to turn over a new leaf? Even if she couldn’t, perhaps she could make him less malevolent. For someone chosen by the gods, releasing even a fraction of their malice could be considered a grand achievement...

No, the thought was too audacious. Isily quickly dismissed the idea. But once such thoughts took root, they lingered, creeping back into her mind now and then.

This dragon constantly disrespected the Five-headed Dragon Queen in his words. Arrogant Red Dragons would never submit to anyone—not even gods. Perhaps convincing Leon to turn over a new leaf was impossible, but what if she could sow discord between Leon and the Dragon Queen? Maybe even incite infighting among the Colorful Dragons?

"If I’m willing to risk it all, I could take the emperor down with me." Isily’s eyes gleamed with ambition.

Leon had no idea what schemes were brewing in Isily’s mind. All he knew was that he’d soon be back at Watchport, brimming with the spoils of his journey.

As for Mognis, who’d been waiting ages for news of his niece—well, that was another story.