Lord: Starting with Contract Half-Elf Twins

Below the wings are endless wilderness mountains.

In the past, the cold air at high altitudes always made him feel refreshed, but now it made him feel suffocated.

The constant stabbing pain in his chest, in particular, made him extremely irritable.

Is this the first time?

Is this the first time I've felt threatened by a mortal?

Despite inheriting only a trace of evil blood, it unleashed such immense power...

He wouldn't comfort himself with excuses like underestimating his opponent or not using his full strength.

The fact remains that the transformation magic was broken head-on, and the opponent clearly still has the strength to fight again.

In other words, he, Arvinus' son, Lyrael Silvershine, was unable to defeat another young mortal in his mortal form!

It's truly... humiliating...

That lowly mortal must be gloating over his defeat of the powerful silver dragon, right?

The thought of this ignited a fire within Lyriel!

Allen, he remembered that name.

However, Leriel will not be going back anytime soon.

Dragons possess remarkable regenerative abilities; even if their heart-protecting scales are damaged, they can regenerate rapidly.

But if he were to recover from his injuries and then eagerly seek out a mortal who might not yet be fully healed, he would be eager to challenge them.

That was a despicable act, as vile as Blackscale, and Lyrael found it utterly repulsive.

Not only that, he will enter the next stage of growth, further refining his many combat skills and magic techniques.

He even had to suppress the magic he used to the same level, and once again defeat him head-on as a mortal.

This is the path he, Lyrael, should take.

A path to becoming a powerful being who will ultimately dominate the star realm.

……

Even so, the anger in Leriel's heart still made him extremely frustrated.

If he were to simply return to the North and fall into slumber, Lyriel would likely relive the humiliation of his defeat countless times in his dreams.

Moreover, for some reason, shortly after leaving Sapphire Bay, he inexplicably felt a strange connection.

It's as if a part of him was left behind in Sapphire Bay.

Lyrel felt that he was probably too concerned about this humiliation.

He needed to vent his anger as soon as possible.

Therefore, instead of heading north, Leriel went south.

On the continent of Tyrese, apart from the infamous Ashk Empire, only the alliance of southern states is truly a den of iniquity.

Heading south along the coastline into the waters where the islands meet the western archipelago, the number of trading ships increases.

Generally speaking, young dragons cannot fly long distances.

But Lyriel, possessing the blood of his ancestors, already has the stamina of an adult dragon.

He could fly for days on end without sleep to search until he found enough evil beings to vent his anger on them.

That was originally what he thought...

But shortly after leaving the bay, Leriel reaped the rewards.

His vertical pupils reflected a fleet of ships sailing north.

According to the knowledge taught by the elders, since the fall of the Kingdom of Ono, there have been fewer and fewer routes for humans to travel to the North. How could we possibly encounter one by chance?

Lyrael lowered his altitude, cast a concealment spell on himself, and observed the fleet.

One large ship, four small ships...

It doesn't seem like a configuration suitable for going to the North.

This logo...

Lairel recalled that he had seen this logo before; it belonged to the Black Tide Merchant Guild.

A chamber of commerce with influence throughout the southern countries, offering a wide range of businesses.

Slave trade, arms trade, black magic, funding piracy...

They do anything that can make money, regardless of whether it's a business or not.

Of course, Lyrael didn't care what these mortals were actually plotting.

He only cares about two things.

First, are these mortals doing evil deeds?

Secondly, how many wonderful gold coins do these mortals possess?

……

Lyriel landed quickly, transformed back into the form of a human boy, and boarded the main ship invisibly, beginning to wander around the ship.

It was indeed a slave trade; rows of cages held many races common in the western islands.

Leriel glanced over and spotted some of the more expensive "goods".

Spotted cat people are well-suited to be trained as assassins;

Fox-people are suitable for satisfying the selfish desires of nobles;

Snake people are suitable as materials for magical experiments...

In addition, there were also slaves of ordinary value, such as orcs, halflings, or pure-blooded humans.

Very well, the standard of evil has been met. Lyrael has sentenced the people on this ship to death.

However, eliminating evil is simple; just take action.

However, how to resolve the subsequent issues...?

To be honest, Leriel was very reluctant to deal with this situation.

On the high seas, he killed a ship full of slave traders, then knelt before the entire ship of slaves, begging for their salvation.

If it were any other gold or silver dragon, they would probably be happily transported back to their homeland little by little in the name of the Platinum Dragon God.

But Lyrael hates dealing with these kinds of troublesome things.

He would never allow any mortal to ride on his back.

They're just ordinary people; we should just sing their praises of their greatness. Why do they have to make all sorts of demands? It's so troublesome...

Leriel suppressed his anger and did not act immediately, but instead looked around the ship.

If any of the sailors showed even a shred of conscience, he would spare their lives.

After killing most of the people, leave enough sailors to transport the slaves back, and then let them sail back on their own.

As Leriel observed, a thought began to form in his mind.

Speaking of which, this merchant ship had clearly just left the Western Islands, so why didn't it return to the southern countries and instead headed north of the Howling Wind Sea?

All the way to the tribes in the north, there are only vast wildernesses; there aren't any cities of any value here...

Lyrael was pacing restlessly on the ship when suddenly he stopped.

A keen nose detected a hint of evil.

He had just caught a whiff of that scent not long ago.

Why do I smell it again here?

Lyrael turned around and strode quickly into the cabin.

……

"Your information is very timely. A young man riding a kobold has appeared in Sapphire Bay... Hah, so he has awakened the power of dragon blood after all? As long as we can pinpoint his approximate location, this locating amulet made from his blood can bring him out!"

"But Lord Balgalen, a slave with dragon blood... isn't he worth us going to Sapphire Bay alone?"

"What do you know? A slave with diluted dragon blood isn't worth a caravan making a separate trip for, but a slave who has been treated with suppressant drugs but has reawakened is!"

"That suppressant... was developed by the black wizard on the young master's side..."

"Yes, the lion's share of the slave trade went to my eldest brother, and Father also favored him as his heir..."

"Hmph! I've also befriended quite a few dark wizards lately. If I can develop a countermeasure against this drug, then I'll have the leverage to destroy my elder brother in one fell swoop..."

Outside the door, Lyrael lowered his eyelids slightly, his vertical pupils now undisguisedly breaking through the limitations of Transfiguration.

The loves, hates, grudges, and affections of ordinary people have nothing to do with him.

but……

Mortals, how dare you covet my prey?

……

On the howling sea, where winter was still far off, a cold wind suddenly rose from who-knows-where.