Yet an Elf can precisely describe the beauty of a Dragon...
If that's not perverse, then what is!??
Just as Attilicia was secretly sneering, that dragon-loving Elf kept on indulging in the scene of love at first sight:
"That day, following our orders, after arriving at the Old Continent of Skanis, we concealed and hid the ship's hull, ignored the conflicts and fights with the Drow, and quietly dug dung, that's when we saw that Red Dragon who had just awakened from the volcano to seek food..."
"The earth-shattering Dragon Might made my heart and soul tremble together!
"As she flew over my head, her silhouette seed to occupy the entire sky and earth, occupying my mind all at once..."
Attilicia pursed his lips and seed to notice a blind spot, interrupting the Elf's ntal casting about Dragons and asked suspiciously:
"Wait a minute, weren't we going to the Old Continent to fight the Drow for territory? Why dig dung?"
The Elf imdiately looked at him in astonishnt:
"Don't you know?"
"Know what?"
"We're fighting the Drow for territory to monopolize the dragon dung mining rights in Skanis. For that, we've even waged a war against those dark elves, historically known as the First Dragon Dung War. And if this conflict escalates, it'll beco the second."
"...I," the halfway "enlisted" Attilicia suddenly didn't know what to say.
And just as Attilicia's mind went blank, he saw a towering "signal fire" suddenly rise in the direction of the Old Continent's coastline.
No... it seed like the prelude to a volcanic eruption.
"Retreat!"
"Retreat imdiately!!!"
"That Red Dragon has awakened!" ca a sudden magic communication from other Elf ships ahead.
The Elves here were sowhat at a loss, wasn't it just a Red Dragon waking up? Is there a need to panic like this?
Even that dragon-loving Elf's breath beca heavy, as if he was about to see his idol.
"That female Red Dragon has stepped into legend! And is suspected to be in [Endless Fury] Run!!! Ah!!!"
Accompanied by the sudden eruption of the volcano and the miserable screams of Elves, Attilicia saw a Red Dragon, more than twice his size, shooting into the sky, spraying deathly flas toward the Elves and Drow at sea.
This undoubtedly was a massacre without distinction.
"So strong..." Attilicia had never seen such a powerful Chromatic Dragon.
Nor did he ever think that his first venture out of Dragon Island would run into a Chromatic Dragon!
And a legendary Red Dragon no less!!!
Run! Run quickly!!!
As if every limb was shouting in unison, urging him to transform back into his true form imdiately and fly away, using the Elves as cover, he might still have a chance to escape.
'But doing so, wouldn't it be betraying my comrades?'
Yes, although the ti spent together was short, and this group of Elves even had ill intentions towards him, repeatedly violating him ntally, he still considered them his companions.
Companions who accepted him when he was at a dead end.
At a critical mont, the unique moral shackles of the Silver Dragon made him lose this brief escape window.
Seeing the brilliant silhouette carrying overwhelming flas about to engulf them.
"Attilicia! Get out!!!"
Attilicia was suddenly awakened by a shout in Elvish, only to find himself in a state of weightlessness.
Just as the warship was torn in half like paper by the diving Red Dragon, Attilicia was pushed off the deck by the dragon-loving Elf.
Watching the Elf sailors who used to chat and laugh with him, even spend money for his blessings, being instantly crushed and blended with the shattered deck into a paste, Attilicia's eyes widened, as he plumted into the icy sea with a thud.
At that mont, he only felt his heart freeze and solidify together.
They was dead.
Just like that, in front of him, killed so effortlessly.
Just because, their dung was dug up?
Although putting himself in the sa position, he might feel angry as well.
But does anger justify such a wanton slaughter of thieves?
Absolutely outrageous!!!
"Roar!!!!!"
"Shut up!!!!"
Just as the dragon-loving Elf clinging to the deck, miraculously surviving from the dragon's mouth, was still looking foolishly at the Red Dragon circling above, ready to find solace in dying in its drool, he was astonished to see a Dragon with another kind of elegant body soar out of the sea, glaring furiously at the Red Dragon Pafila, spitting out a majestic ice breath.
At that mont, amidst the splendor of the clash between ice and fire, the dragon-loving Elf was dumbfounded.
He felt as if... he had fallen in love at first sight again.
'No! I shouldn't be like this, I clearly have already fallen for Pafila! This is betrayal!'
'Ah! If only Attilicia the Priest was here, so at least before dying, I could prai... um...'
In the instant he locked eyes with that suddenly appearing Silver Dragon, he recognized the other.
That was... Attilicia the Priest....
So, he was a Dragon.
At that mont, he found peace.
And at the sa ti, he forgave his own confession.
To die alongside a Silver Dragon he fell in love with at first sight under the mouth of another Red Dragon he fell at first sight with...
He, would die contented.
But the next mont, he was stupefied.
He saw the Red Dragon, hit by Attilicia's icy breath, seemingly 'sobered up' a bit by the chill.
But seemingly, just a bit.
Pafila, as if drunk, tilted her head slightly, smiling as she looked at the most beautiful Dragon she had ever seen in her life:
"Oh? There's actually a Silver Dragon trying to play the hero, then I... shall grant your wish, little priest."
In the next mont, the gentle Silver Dragon was effortlessly taken away by the imnsely strong Red Dragon Pafila.
Without the slightest hint of suspense.
And he and so surviving companions seed to be directly forgotten by the Red Dragon because of this.
The Elves looked at each other, at a loss.
Were they saved because of Attilicia the 'priest'?
At the cost of Attilicia's life?
In that instant, many Elves who secretly admired Attilicia felt as if their hearts were dead.
But the next mont, just as they foresaw Attilicia's demise, they witnessed a scene that was even more wrenching.
That Red Dragon who threw Attilicia onto the shore, right under everyone's eyes...
Mounted him...
"No!!!"
At that instant, the helpless Attilicia and the dragon-loving Elf both scread in despair.
Echoing across the icy shore.
Heaven and earth mourned together.
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