Red Dragon, but chosen by all four gods

Heros has had a very comfortable month.

He realized that he had made the right choice in adopting this adoptive mother.

The food that a young dragon needs most is delivered to its mouth by the dragonborn guards as soon as it opens its eyes every day. If it gets tired of the same food, it can chew on some sweet fruit to change things up.

There is no need for hunting or fighting.

In addition, dragonborn come regularly to clean his scales and sharpen his claws.

Never before has there been such a wonderful start!

Surely there aren't any baby dragons that still need to eat dirt?

No way, really?

If you can't eat horned sheep, why not eat demon pigs?

However, as a red dragon determined to make the world bow down, Heros was not corrupted by this comfortable life.

During this time, he also studied how to continue triggering the statues in his dreams.

Heros guessed that the Crimson Statue was the easiest to trigger, as it only required a movement in the direction of combat.

Unfortunately, he was not free.

Macaros faithfully carried out Seraria's orders, requiring Heros to attend classes on time every day to learn about the history after the fall of the gods.

Thus, Heros gained a different perspective from the memories of the Dragon's Legacy.

Thirty thousand years ago, most races with inherited traditions called that era the Golden Age.

During the Golden Age, every race had its own deity for protection, even the weakest goblins.

Powerful races such as humans, elves, and dragons even possess an entire pantheon.

Although strife and chaos have never left the continent of Eladica, heroes and warriors favored by the gods have emerged in endless succession, and everything is in order.

This golden age came to an end with a catastrophe that affected even the gods.

That period of history is known as the Dark Ages, or the Lost Ages.

Most of history was lost in the Dark Ages, and countless immortal beings from the Golden Age perished in that catastrophe.

Even the dragon lineage of giant dragons was interrupted by that catastrophe.

For example, Heros's own dragon heritage is stuck in the golden age before the Godfall Era, and no new memories have been incorporated into the heritage since then.

Some races believe that the gods rejected and abandoned Eladica.

Some races believe that the gods are merely dead, and that if faith is strengthened, the gods will eventually return.

Some ambitious individuals believe that, regardless of the truth of the catastrophe, the throne is currently vacant, awaiting a new master.

Seraria belongs to the third type.

She devoted herself to studying the ritual of "purifying" the five-colored dragons, hoping to use this feat to create a new history for the dragon race after the fall of the gods, which might give her a glimpse into the divine position.

In short, thirty millennia have passed since the Godfall Calendar was restored to its general order.

The young golden dragon Seraria only knew about the history of the last few thousand years, so Macaros's course was only five years long, just enough for a hatchling to enter the young dragon stage.

Learning would be a torturous experience for a red dragon who is naturally lazy and averse to preaching, but for Heros, it was not a difficult task.

He could not only easily repeat Makaros's course content, but also had excellent note-taking habits.

His ability to draw inferences from historical events, as if he had long ago foreseen the course of history, truly surprised Makaros, who was initially wary, and gradually relaxed his vigilance.

However, despite his attitude, Macaros still meticulously carried out Seraria's orders.

Heros was still unable to leave the dragon's lair, and naturally had no chance to fight.

In the dragon's lair, Seraria's servants are all dragonborn guards she transformed, and they are incredibly powerful.

As a fledgling dragon that had only recently been born and had not yet mastered breathing techniques, he had no ability to fight it.

He also considered some compromises, such as having Macaros bring back some live animals for him to kill himself.

Unfortunately, the crimson statue remained unresponsive, seemingly disapproving of the fight.

Heros speculated that the reason might be the significant difference in combat strength.

Without Seraria's permission, Macaros could not bring back any magical beasts that posed a threat to Heros.

As for the Azure Statue, Heros had no chance to trigger it.

Because most of the dragons' magical knowledge is learned from the dragon's heritage, or is self-comprehended from their bloodline after reaching a certain stage of growth.

In mortal realms, dragons, being natural spellcasters, would be classified as "sorcerers" who cast spells based on instinct, rather than "mages" who cast spells based on wisdom.

Although Seraria possesses a wide range of magical abilities, she does not have a systematic set of basic magical knowledge books. The magic books preserved by the golden dragon are only used to supplement the parts she does not know.

This is knowledge that Heros is not yet able to learn.

Needless to say, the verdant statue is unlikely to be triggered in the short or even long term, according to Heros.

So Heros was caught in a dilemma where he couldn't trigger the statue, and aside from eating and drinking to his heart's content, enjoying the services of the dragonborn guards, and casually attending Macalos's classes, he was somewhat idle.

A month later, while Heros was attending a class, the magic within the dragon's nest suddenly began to vibrate. The fire elements gathered on Heros's body became out of control and burst into unstable sparks, crackling incessantly.

Along with it came Seraria's signature laughter, which echoed throughout the dragon's lair:

"Hmph hmph hmph hahahahahahahahahahahahaha!"

Macaros put down his book: "Master needs to be served, young master Heros, let's end today's lesson here."

Heros nodded, watched Macaros leave his dragon's lair, and yawned.

Seraria's laughter is really distinctive; the last time I heard it was when she hatched...

……

Wait!

Heros rolled over and got up!

Buhao, the people dividing the family property have arrived!

He hurriedly ran out of his dragon nest, flapping his wings which were not yet fully grown, and flew towards Seraria's experimental cave.

As soon as I entered, I saw Celia sitting on a huge stone throne in dragon form.

On the marble platform in the center of the cave, there was indeed a white dragon egg, with obvious cracks already appearing at the top.

Heros felt an immediate, instinctive sense of disgust.

White scales...

Not to mention metal dragons, even the five-colored dragons, who are also evil dragons, often look down on the existence of white scales.

This guy single-handedly lowered the bar for all dragons.

Neither their intelligence nor their strength is worth mentioning.

"Mother……"

"Heros, my dear son, you've come at the perfect time."

With a wave of her hand, Celia enveloped Heros in a ball of magic and brought him into her arms.

"Are you happy that you're about to welcome a brother?" Seraria's voice was full of joy.

"...Happy." Heros forced a smile.

At this moment, the dragon egg finally broke open completely.

"Anglu... Ryze... Hal."

The young dragon uttered its name haltingly.

Heros didn't know if the Dragon's Legacy hadn't taught him to speak, or if he was just too stupid to learn to speak yet.

Or both.

Heros looked up at Seralia's expression, but the golden dragon's face was filled with anticipation.

Seraria probably wouldn't like an idiot, right?

Such thoughts inevitably popped into Heros's mind.

"Descendant of the White Dragon, I am the Golden Dragon Celaria, the evil in your blood has been washed away."

Seraria's majestic voice echoed through the cave, while Heros kept a close eye on the white dragon cub's reaction.

"You shall submit to me and dedicate the rest of your life to the path of justice. Now, prove your change!"

……

The tiny white dragon hatchling sat on the marble platform, staring blankly at Seraria.

Clearly, he had no idea what Celia was saying.

He didn't even realize that the person sitting in front of him was a powerful golden dragon that was opposed to the White Dragon faction.

Seraria waited a little while, and seemed to realize it too.

She looked a little embarrassed in front of Heros.

"Ahem, let's check the purification results first, Heros, close your eyes."

Heros obediently closed his eyes, but even so, the golden light that shone through his eyelids almost pierced through them, making him feel somewhat uncomfortable.

The golden light dissipated, and he opened his eyes to see Seraria's expressionless face. Just as he was about to ask a question, he heard Seraria suddenly speak:

"Makaros".

"Master." Macaros had been waiting at the cave entrance for a long time.

"Dispose of this white dragon whose soul is still evil." Seraria's voice was extremely cold.

"Yes."

This time, Heros was taken aback.

The white dragon cub was terrified by the powerful magic just now and was lying on the marble platform, trembling.

After being captured by Makaros, it seemed to finally realize that it was in big trouble and began to wail and moan.

But Celia remained unmoved; to her, evil should be eradicated, and failures should be disposed of.

She dedicated years to researching the purification ritual, sacrificing much of her wealth and even her own precious dragon blood.

This foolish and evil white dragon is a blasphemy against her cause, and she only wishes that this white-scaled brat would disappear as soon as possible.

"Mother."

"My dear Heros, what is it?" Seraria looked down at Heros, her expression softening.

This is her most precious treasure, the hope and proof of her great cause.

After experiencing her recent defeat, she loved Heros even more.

"How about we give this evil soul a try?"

Heros cautiously made his request, naturally with his own purpose, but worried that it would anger the already angry Seraria.

"I also want to try to purify the souls of my evil kin, just like my mother did." He quickly came up with a reason.

Upon hearing this, Seraria's scaly skin between her eyes wrinkled slightly. She thought for a moment, then smiled slightly, her gaze towards Heros filled with affection.

See, this is a truly kind soul. He made the mistake that all good dragons make—to show mercy to evil.

Ah, Heros, so intelligent, so obedient, so kind, so... beautiful.

Seraria thought that Heros had become more and more handsome lately, especially his scales.

When they were first born, they were only bright red, but recently the edges of their scales have begun to faintly reflect a golden light.

Could it be because it was mixed with his own blood?

"Alright, since you've made your request, then so be it. But I must tell you beforehand that being merciful to evil is being cruel to justice and goodness. I look forward to your answer."

"Macalos, take that white-scaled creature to Heros's lair and assign a guard to watch over it. You understand what I mean."

"Yes, Master."

"Thank you, Mother." Heros breathed a sigh of relief.

Then, a sense of joy welled up in his heart.

Even if the white dragon is incompetent, it is still a member of the true dragons, and is much better than those captured wild beasts.

I wonder if it can help me trigger the Crimson Statue?