"Na?"
"...Attilicia."
"Age?"
"Fifty!"
Looking at the young Silver Dragon in front of them, who was proudly and eagerly anticipating the start of his bard trial, the Claws of Justice responsible for Dragon Island's entry and exit checkpoints exchanged a glance.
They could both see the helplessness and stifled amusent in each other's eyes.
After all, how could they not recognize this little one who had attempted to sneak off Dragon Island several tis before even reaching his youth?
Especially since he grew up to be so...
Hmm... it's impolite to describe too much.
It makes one easily mistaken for a pervert coveting a young dragon.
One of the older ones glanced at the young Silver Dragon couple standing behind Attilicia, who were just barely past adulthood, then kindly asked:
"Won't you wait a bit longer? Your teacher Alonso has ntioned more than once that your close combat course is far from eting the standards yet."
Upon hearing this, another female Silver Dragon who was bidding farewell at the Dragon Island gate pleaded pitifully:
"Yes... Attilicia brother, just wait another five years. When I reach my youth, Shalaina can be your personal guard. Then, even outside the island, no one will be able to bully you."
But these words seed to poke right at the male dragon's sensitive spot, responding as if in shock, his scales standing up:
"I don't need anyone's protection! I can take care of myself!"
The look of avoiding couldn't hide the fact that during the dragon close combat classes, he was often hit in the face by the opponent's claws and then helplessly rubbed back and forth on the sandy ground.
"Besides, I'm a dragon. As long as I don't clash head-on with the Chromatic Dragons, dealing with those humanoids who aren't even as tall as my knee is a piece of cake."
The two experienced Claws of Justice were not quite satisfied with this answer.
Yet they didn't reprimand him harshly.
After all, youthful arrogance is the norm.
And this is also why they must leave the island for a journey once they reach fifty.
This world is naturally a young dragon's second teacher.
So things can never be taught in a greenhouse.
Even if it requires paying so necessary price.
"Pride is often the beginning of hardship, little one."
"Use [Shapeshift Control] wisely, beware of evil coveting you, and protect yourself."
"Attilicia, the Dragon Island gate is now open, young Silver Dragon, fly to the broader skies, and soar freely."
Accompanied by the two Claws of Justice stepping aside in a symbolic gesture of allowing passage, the young dragon who had been held in check by these words for a few seconds imdiately launched into flight under the tearful gaze of his childhood friend, soaring to the freedom he had longed for half a century.
This ti, no Claws of Justice patrolling Dragon Island caught him and brought him back.
Only well-wishing gazes sent him off.
Only Shalaina, who had always liked following him around as a child, suddenly couldn't hold back her emotions, and as she wailed, she pretended to chase after him:
"Wow! Attilicia brother! Don't go!
"What am I supposed to do in the coming days without you!!! Attilicia!"
"Wait! Shalaina! Stop! Ah!!!"
The female dragon, restricted by the No-fly Zone, crashed both of the Claws of Justice avoiding her into the sea.
Laughter echoed behind her imdiately.
Dragon Island hadn't seen such an interesting little one in many years.
Each one rigid like undeveloped tal ore.
Yet while all the Claws of Justice on the island were smiling at this hilarious drama, sending off this flower of Dragon Island.
An elderly Silver Dragon suddenly noticed the sea breeze being sowhat noisy, gazing at the dark clouds rolling in from the sea, smacked his lips, and suddenly looked a bit sympathetically at the young dragon flying higher and higher with excitent.
Before he could send out a weather warning through Magic Communication, the dragons were stunned as a dazzling white bolt struck directly on the head of the Dragon Island flower.
A while later, accompanied by the long-awaited clap of thunder, the poor little one, emitting black smoke, plumted straight into the sea.
But even so, fearing being caught back by his parents, Attilicia continued to flutter his stiff wings with all his might, moving away from Dragon Island.
The dragons of Dragon Island exchanged silent glances and then dispersed in an uproar.
Pretending nothing happened.
After all, as a Silver Dragon with a Cold Attribute, he wouldn't drown in the sea.
The journey was his own choice.
If he couldn't even fly across one sea, what difference would his journey make compared to a joke?
Half a year later.
After nurous trials and tribulations, now penniless, Attilicia was integrated into Dewensen's Elf Sea Ship under the guise of a High Elf.
With the rise and fall of the waves, Attilicia's bored eyes began to drift along.
To make a living, his current identity was a military chaplain aboard the warship of Dewensen's Seventh Fleet.
Yes, a dragon, a Silver Dragon who worshipped the Platinum Dragon God Bahamut, got a job as an Elf Priest.
Anyway, for Attilicia, who wasn't afraid of divine punishnt, being a priest just ant casting so [Healing Technique] and occasionally tackling worshippers' prayers.
After all, those gods are usually too busy to respond to the prayers of ordinary believers.
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