Crossing the true dragon realm, and you call me Little Locke?

Shuoyang's mother lived in the bronze temple on the mountainside of Claw Peak in the northern part of the town.

This is a temple dedicated to Bahamut, the white dragon god.

His mother, Lamarantz, was not only the lord of the Emerald Moon Sea, but also a proper dragon priestess.

So when Shuoyang bypassed the front hall, walked through the maze-like corridors, and arrived at the rear hall.

As always, Ramalantes lay sprawled on the stone platform, dozing off with his eyes half-closed.

There was nothing she could do; after all, she was a dragon.

The dragon's faith in the gods is roughly equivalent to its left eye twitching as a sign of good fortune and a kind word, while its right eye twitching as a sign of disaster and a direct outburst of insults.

Even the most devout dragon priests.

Its meaning is limited to "I'll help you build a temple, and you'll help me protect my wealth"—a rather utilitarian mindset of faith.

And that doesn't even include the evil dragon queen, Tiamat.

After all, this Queen of Colors was notoriously greedy, and even her dragon priests wouldn't build her temple within three hundred miles of their lair.

In contrast, Bahamut is distinguished by his habit of giving money to believers whenever he has free time and his predominantly protective priesthood.

Their belief is relatively widespread among the metal dragon race.

In recent years, he has even been worshipped as a god of wealth by the poor in Casciano.

After all, although the goddess of wealth, Woking, is rich, she only favors those wealthy but unscrupulous businessmen and the powerful elite.

Bahamut is both rich and kind, as long as you are kind enough and don't engage in those anthropomorphic schemes.

Even if your faith isn't that devout, Bahamut will turn a blind eye and lend you a hand when you're in trouble.

Therefore, Ramalantz's behavior of sleeping soundly in the temple is understandable.

Bahamut, who could tolerate even ordinary mortals, naturally turned a blind eye to this.

Ramalantez, feeling completely unconcerned, slept soundly.

She only regained consciousness and opened her eyes when Shuoyang entered the main hall.

"Agripa! Did you drink a giantification potion?"

Upon seeing his son's drastically increased size, Ramalantz's first words almost made Shuoyang lose his composure.

Shuoyang ignored his mother, who was always a bit eccentric.

He took out a dimensional bag from under the scales and poured out a worn-out longsword.

He handed it to his mother and introduced it, saying, "This is the longsword that the Witch King Greysworn used when he was a human."

"After he was killed by those long-eared people, the sword fell into their hands."

"Somehow it ended up in the hands of that green dragon...!?"

"That's fake. Grey Oath doesn't use a sword at all."

Ramalantes gave his judgment after only a glance.

Then, to Shuoyang's astonishment, she said unhappily, "You're back, so don't bother with these useless little things."

"You're of mating age now. When are you going to bring a partner back for me to meet? That's the important thing."

"...!?"

Upon hearing this, Shuoyang swallowed a mouthful of grievance.

He felt suffocated and his chest felt tight.

He's already transmigrated and been reborn as a dragon, how come he still can't escape this damn pressure to get married?

Shuoyang could only secretly rejoice that he was not a blue dragon; otherwise, he would have been reborn into a blue dragon clan.

That arranged marriage that young Lanlong was destined to experience, he would definitely have to go through it.

After some casual conversation between the mother and son, Shuoyang used vague descriptions of his strange encounter to gloss over the matter of his increased size.

Ramalantes, however, immediately realized that he was hiding something.

But she didn't ask any further questions; she just looked at her son with satisfaction.

Although she instinctively feared it, she drove all her children away from Dragon Nest Island.

But after all the babies left and her instincts subsided, she inevitably began to miss her own children.

Just like any other parent, when their child is home, they are extremely annoyed; when their child is not home, they constantly worry about them.

So seeing that Shuoyang was safe and sound, she naturally felt more at ease.

Ramalantes lay on the stone platform, listening quietly to his son, who was almost as tall as him.

There, spirits are displayed, and the uses of the Leaf Source Crystal are explained.

She listened for a while, and then saw the Balloon Cat transform the unresisting Shuoyang into a teenager.

Ramalantez finally realized the seriousness of the problem.

She suppressed the kind expression rarely seen on dragons and looked at the balloon cat seriously.

He asked, "You mean, that crystal can convert our magical radiation?"

"To transform the original nesting effect into one that breeds these small, magical spirit beasts?"

"Yes," Shuoyang put away the balloon cat and continued to promote, "These elves not only have great potential, but they are also quite long-lived."

"Also because it was born from the magical radiation of a dragon, it is extremely loyal to the dragon that gave birth to it."

"Much better than those fleeting, complex, and fickle human relatives."

"With them, we can completely abandon the old model of recruiting followers and competing for territory. We can coexist with these spirits and create a civilized society that belongs to us dragons."

"That sounds really good!"

After listening, Ramalantez nodded.

Then she raised her paw and pointed at the mortal believers in the temple murals, reminding them, "But they are too perfect, too loyal."

"A new kind of companion that can coexist completely with dragons."

"With their existence, dragons can indeed abandon those short-lived and fickle mortal races and build a dragon civilization with dragons as the main force and elves as the auxiliary force."

"But correspondingly, our connection with mortal races will also be severed."

"From wilderness to town, from town to kingdom."

"Dragons and elves will gradually take over the land, sea, and sky, leaving no place for other mortal races to stand."

"So, are you prepared to be an enemy of all mortal races, and even all humanoid deities?"

"Is it that serious?"

Seeing his mother speak so seriously, Shuoyang was somewhat puzzled.

The reason he praised the elves so highly was mainly to try and sell his Leaf Source Crystals to his mother, hoping to gain some control of her territory.

But the reaction and wariness of other races after Ramalantz mentioned the expansion of influence on the elves was something he had never considered.

But he still hadn't figured out the key point.

Ramalantes then gave an example: "Although I have told you this before."

"Our dragons of Cassialo are from the ancient Thunder Age. They fled from Toril to this abandoned First World in order to escape the dragon madness of Kingslayer."

"But what I didn't tell you is that we once created a civilization belonging to dragons in Toril."

"In an era when the Dragon Madness Curse, which was passed down through bloodlines, had not yet been fully activated, and dragons were still able to gather and coexist."

"Whether we are metal dragons or chromatic dragons, we have all built our own dragon empires by virtue of our innate strength."

"In that era, dragons roamed the skies, the land, and the sea."

"All mortal races, whether short-lived humans, long-lived elves, or even those great giants."

"They are all just our food and toys."

"Dragons have never shown mercy to creatures that are of no use to them."

"Whether they were metal dragons or chromatic dragons, we were all absolute tyrants in the eyes of mortal races."

"Until the gods of Sidrian could no longer bear to see their creations devoured and destroyed by us, they secretly developed the Dragon Madness Lock, which awakened the mad instincts in our blood."

"This led to the downfall of the empire, the dispersal of the dragons, and their eventual reliance on mortal races."

"That's why we were forced to change ourselves, to learn compassion, and to become relatively kind."

"Now you say: With elves, the dragons no longer need mortals."

"What do you think the dragons... will do?"