Unless they were starving to death, why eat people? With so little at and even less fat, had beef beco unpalatable, or was BBQ no longer fragrant? According to a Dragon’s tastes, perhaps those nobles with pig-like physiques might be a better choice, but such corpulent individuals were also largely inedible and often stank.
Kidnapping princesses was even less worthwhile. Having the power to storm the Royal Capital, why not simply loot the treasury? Moreover, princesses were mainly used as tools for political marriage, bringing wealth or political benefits to monarchs. Unless a dragon was unhinged and, by stubbornly refusing to leave, *did* pose a substantial threat to the kingdom, why would anyone mobilize costly and labor-intensive dragon-slaying expeditions to save a princess?
However, looking at the scene before him, David smacked his lips, feeling like he had walked onto the wrong movie set.
Did he really look that lecherous?
The premise was that the target of the spell also had to arouse those lecherous desires in him, right?
If the charm rating system from Ferren’s Book of the Dragon were applied, only Mada Flamia before him possessed so attractiveness, roughly a 15.
But humans were ultimately short-lived creatures, and this lady was at least in her late thirties. Although she was at an age of fierce vitality, like a tigress in her pri, for David, who had seen his share of beauties, she was just so-so. Her three daughters, their features diluted by the bloodline of the noble who had fled, likely rated only around eleven to thirteen, their youth being their sole advantage.
At least among nobility, compared to the Duke of Silver and her daughter whom he had first t, the difference was like night and day.
The High Elf mother and daughter duo possessed extraordinary beauty and charm, starting at a base of 20. The mother, with the added aura of her ducal power and legendary deeds—factors that acted like conquest-accelerating BUFFs—could probably reach a score of around twenty-five or twenty-six.
Tsk, why did I start thinking about the Duke of Silver? That’s Dad’s close female friend!
Her daughter, Elizabeth, he had once nearly mistaken for his own half-sister.
Just thinking about this relationship made his physical response even more pronounced.
Lust... Damn it! This is the worst part about being in heat; the slightest stimulation leads to wild thoughts. And as soon as such notions enter my head, my cloaca emits an extrely obvious scent.
What was worse, Dragons were extrely sensitive to this scent, and the opposite sex could even be induced into their mating period by it.
And so, in a short ti, David felt nurous strange and suggestive gazes fall upon him. Tania, perched on his head and covering her nose, looked down at him with an expression one might reserve for a wild beast.
It was like humans who could not understand why soone would desire a lizard, or cats that could not comprehend why another cat would beco aroused by a mouse.
This is true social death!
David sighed inwardly. He imdiately extended his tail towards his head, allowing the huffy dragon-girl Tania, who was perched there, to step onto it. Then, he lifted her before Mada Flamia and, looking down from his superior height, declared:
"My na is David Uthos, son of the Crimson Calamity. This is my sister, the Silver Dragon Tania. From today onward, she is the new Governor of the Port of Wallens in the Luwalden Duchy. Your task is to assist her in legitimately establishing her position and authority, ensuring they are lawfully and effectively exercised. Do you understand?"
"...Understood, Your... Your Highness!" Mada Flamia hurriedly bowed to the Dragon siblings, her heart turbulent with shock and awe.
The Crimson Calamity! That epithet had been recounted to her by her grandfather as a cautionary tale practically from birth.
It was said that the High Elves had once again provoked that Evil Dragon, an act that ignited the supervolcano of Katjana, plunging the entire world into years of darkness and gloom.
The vast clouds of volcanic ash, which nearly plunged the world into an endless winter, did not fully settle until she was seven years old. Only then did she see for the first ti what the world had looked like before those years of gloom.
For all mortal beings in Elariya, this was a true mobile catastrophe, a terrifying legend etched deep into their hearts. It was a mighty presence, more capable of silencing a crying child than even the most fearso Demon.
And now, the offspring of the Crimson Calamity stood before her!
As a high-ranking noble herself, fragnts of information about this Son of the Crimson Calamity now vaguely surfaced in her mind.
The Destroyer of Spider Nest City!
The one who had single-handedly almost razed Dewensen Academy of the High Elven Kingdom!
This was the Second Crimson Calamity!
As Mada Flamia barely managed to steady her nerves, she realized her three useless daughters and the majority of the maids behind her had fainted straight away.
Quickly bowing her head, she inquired respectfully:
"So, Your Highness David Uthos, is there anything else I can do for you?"
David, however, said with so displeasure, "You should ask our Governor."
Tania promptly tilted her chin up, looking as expectant as a proud cat with its tail held high, awaiting her servant’s inquiry.
Mada Flamia thought to herself, So the "playing house" starts now, huh? Even though she was only thirty, how could she fail to see that the humanoid girl before her was rely a ’mascot’ propped up by this Evil Dragon? The true puppet master was still this Red Dragon.
But at this mont, how could she dare defy the will of this Evil Dragon? She quickly plastered a smile on her face and inquired of Tania:
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