The Red Dragon Just Wants To Do As It Pleases
Chapter 75 - 73: Silver Dragon

Chapter 75: Chapter 73: Silver Dragon

"Zenallasania (Motherfucker!) It’s only been a few days without rain, and now suddenly it’s snowing! Those sunflowers on my balcony are definitely not going to survive."

"It’s all because of that Crimson Calamity! She’s practically an apocalyptic Evil Dragon. How come there are no Elven Dragon Slayer organizations to slay that Evil Dragon?"

"Quick, go request Attilicia, the resident Priest of the Hall of Justice, to come cast a spell and grant us poor Elves a few more sunny days."

David had barely brought a few subordinates to dock the ship and go ashore when he overheard some High Elves seemingly cursing someone’s mother.

He cocked his silver-and-red-tipped ear webs and listened closely. Oh, it turned out they were greeting him! Well then, no worries. He was even a bit amused.

Ever since the catastrophic eruption of the Katjana supervolcano, his mother Pafila had likely already gained infamy across most of the plane. A curse or two hurled his way wouldn’t make much of a difference now, would it?

If he ever got the chance to blow up his reputation across the plane in one go, he reckoned he wouldn’t mind a few whispered curses behind his back either.

Of course, face-to-face Taunts and direct curses were another matter; dealing with those was still effortless.

What? I’m a ’Silver Dragon’ now, a companion of justice and benevolence? I can’t be this bloody and violent! Fine. In that case, I’ll just beat them half to death, have a Priest revive them from the Styx River, and then beat them again until they can’t utter another curse. That should settle the matter.

However, hearing the Elves’ discussions, David was suddenly reminded of the sight from high above: a wondrous spectacle where the sun shone upon a city-state, like a hollow in the clouds. That was most likely the Elven capital, Dewensen City. He grew curious and asked, "There are Priests who can cast Control Celestials? Is that how your capital always maintains sunny weather?"

Ahmed, who had been reduced to a beggar-like state after more than two months of imprisonment and an extended sojourn of over half a month as a deckhand, respectfully answered, "Of course. The resident Priest Attilicia is able to cast the seventh-circle spell Control Celestials. Whether it’s requesting rain during dry seasons or sunshine during rainy seasons, as long as one reaches out to the resident Priest Attilicia and he happens to be free, he generally won’t refuse."

"But the disaster caused by the Katjana volcano this time is too severe and widespread; he alone is fundamentally powerless to resolve it."

"As for the sunny weather in the capital, Dewensen City, it is mostly maintained by Elf King Ailiando’s Divine Artifact, the Scepter of Winds."

"Besides that, I reckon Princess Melis’s Weather Bottle, which can store weather phenomena, is also likely being deployed in disaster relief efforts across various places."

"So Your Highness Saphistouin, rest assured. The Centennial Flower is a strategic material; in the relief efforts, it will absolutely not lack illumination."

David chuckled upon hearing this. How ironic, yet how realistic.

Food prices were soaring across the New Continent, yet Century Aroma, a military resource used for concocting potions, was prioritized even above food security.

Then again, it wasn’t anything surprising to a Dragon; wouldn’t the humans of Blue Star make the same rational choices?

After all, with a war potentially looming, military needs naturally take absolute priority.

When resources are limited, not every leader has the capability to manage both.

It was the repeatedly mentioned Priest from the Hall of Justice, however, that finally caught David’s attention and interest.

To think someone would actually learn such a seemingly useless spell, occupying a precious seventh-circle spell slot just to control the weather for others, bringing rain or sunshine as requested.

If this were on Blue Star in ancient times, such a person would likely be worshipped by the masses as an incarnation of the Water Prayer Dragon King.

Even though David himself was now an ’evil’ Red Dragon, it didn’t stop him from holding a sliver of respect in his heart for such an individual, one who shone with humanitarian light.

"Wait a minute," David suddenly asked, "the Priest we need to find for your ’plastic surgery’—isn’t that his name?"

Ahmed, however, was utterly unfazed as he replied, "Yes, that’s him, the resident Priest Attilicia. Although he charges a hefty fee each time he casts a spell, as long as you have enough money, the results are undeniably excellent."

"..." The glimmer of respect David had just begun to feel instantly vanished.

He suddenly remembered Drow mentioning she knew a Priest friend who could handle this matter...

Now it seemed likely that this guy was the one.

Damn it, he can control the weather and is still so obsessed with money. Could he actually be some Metal Dragon in disguise?

"A Dragon! A huge Dragon! And it’s a Silver Dragon too!"

"Why is it so small? It’s probably a young Silver Dragon, right?"

"Shouldn’t a Silver Dragon this small still be on Dragon Island? Why is it out traveling so early? Its parents are truly laid-back."

As David was feeling puzzled, his appearance as a Silver Dragon, along with his bizarre entourage, finally caught the attention of the Elves at the port, drawing a crowd of onlookers.

The temperament of a Red Dragon is truly strange. Just moments ago, he couldn’t wait for the Elves to line the streets and shower him with flowers.

Now that he was surrounded, he found the crowd blocking his path an annoying hindrance.

The Centennial Flower was about to bloom, and he had no time to waste here.

He immediately instructed Ahmed to find a carriage with sufficient carrying capacity, pulled by two horses. Under the watchful eyes of the Elves, the two white horses, initially scared to the point of nearly frothing at the mouth, bolted towards Saeolus City—where the Priest was located—after David, retracting his Dragon Might, issued some threats in horse language.

Almost as soon as they had left, the Port Governor, upon receiving customs intelligence, hurriedly arrived in person.

Yet he was still a step too late. This seemingly refined and elegant Port Governor immediately unleashed a torrent of abuse upon the ’hero’ Ahmed, the main culprit.

All because of Ahmed, this "suddenly resurrected general," who had goddamn brought back a young Silver Dragon from the Old Continent.

Now, the communication channels of the entire High Elf high command were practically overloaded. The upper echelons in Dewensen were in an uproar, arguing heatedly over ’how to handle Ahmed and the young Silver Dragon issue.’

So far, no conclusion had been reached.

After all, acknowledging Ahmed was still alive, along with the ensuing chain of events, would be a massive slap in the face to everyone involved. This included His Majesty Elf King Ailiando, who had personally conferred posthumous honors upon him, and the military department that had pre-approved it all.

Obituaries for Ahmed and the crews of those ships had already been circulated nationwide, and their families had already been consoled and compensated.

It was like they had just meticulously cleaned up the mess for the Lord of Silver Wheel, only for the damn shit to leak out anyway. Now, even with their pants down, they couldn’t explain it away!

But if they chose to feign ignorance, the news had already spread through half the navy and the Elven port, thanks to the stupidity and delayed handling by the customs patrol captain—who had already packed his bags and fled overnight. The news was that Naval Commander of the Seventh Fleet, ’Ahmed,’ had returned alive from the Old Continent, bringing a young Silver Dragon with him.

This, too, was like a series of resounding slaps across his face, the Port Governor’s, and that of the entire Elven Navy.

"Zenallasania (Motherfucker!)"

"It’s all that damned young Silver Dragon’s fault!"

"You returned, fine! But did you have to be so ostentatious? Why the hell stir up a major blizzard? Putting on a show, are you?! Don’t you know the entire New Continent is in disaster relief mode? What a troublemaker!"

"I don’t even know which Silver Dragon clan’s whelp this is."

"And isn’t he afraid his parents will whip him to death with their tails when they find out?"

"Forget it, I’ll play dead too!"

Anyway, he has left my jurisdiction. Any blame that needed to be assigned has likely already fallen.

As for the rest, whoever wants to deal with it can deal with it!