Red Dragon, but chosen by all four gods

"Great Dragon Lord, your loyal servant, Inanna Galahren, pays homage to you."

Inanna knelt before Heros, motionless.

Since the fall of the Galahren family, the experiences she has gained over the past few years have allowed her to mature rapidly.

Now, she is the last representative of the people of Galahren and a loyal servant who carries out the will of Heros.

Her figure was no longer as slender as before; her fully grown body had become full and vibrant.

Her originally bright red hair and cheek hair gradually turned into a lighter golden red as she grew up. She cut it very short, making her look very capable.

She now has several scars on her arms, and her martial arts skills have improved significantly.

Behind her were the people of Galahren kneeling in unison.

Heros looked up and saw that many of them had obvious beast-like characteristics, with wolf-like individuals belonging to the Galahren bloodline making up a full third of them.

This shows that Inanna has completely dismantled the remaining Galahren nobles, treating all her subjects equally in the assessment, all in order to provide the best warriors for Heros.

"You did a good job."

Heros slowly said, "I am very satisfied with your performance. Perhaps your talent does not lie in combat, but you can remain as you are and continue to manage my territory."

"Dragon Lord, please allow me to persist in accepting your conversion. To become your true servant would be the greatest blessing upon me."

Upon hearing this, Heros nodded slightly and said no more.

He did indeed have a tendency to value talent, but the success rate of the conversion ceremony was not high.

A strong will, an excellent physique, and a bit of luck are all indispensable.

Inanna was able to complete Heros's tasks so efficiently, demonstrating great versatility and potential for growth.

Heros would still feel a pang of regret if he died during the transformation ritual and lost such a capable subordinate.

But since the little wolf girl is determined to become a dragonborn, Heros expects her to pass the transformation ritual.

After Inanna led the people of Galahren to complete the inspection, it was Mokello's turn to lead the Milhari warriors.

They were fewer in number than the inhabitants of Galahren, but more elite, clearly well-trained and battle-hardened soldiers.

Every warrior of the Milhar tribe wears tribal armor and is equipped with tribal weapons, and Mokello is no exception.

Doda even sent her troops' weapons and her own son along with her, leaving herself no way out.

Heros also inspected the group and was very satisfied with the quality of the soldiers.

Finally, it was an unexpected team.

A slender man with pointed ears, dressed in a magnificent noble robe adorned with branches and flowers, knelt before Heros and proclaimed in a chanting tone:

"Your greetings are from Lucius Lortheran, son of the great Golden Dragon Lord. I have brought a carefully selected band and dancers from within the clan, hoping to add a touch of Lortheran family art to the Golden Dragon Court."

"The Lortheran family?"

Heros tilted his head slightly, and Faldom, who was standing beside Heros, stepped forward and bowed to Heros:

"Brother, it was I who suggested they come. Didn't you say that we also needed to establish our own retinue? I believe the loyalty of the Lortheran family to the Golden Dragon Court is beyond question, so I proposed this to their patriarch."

Seemingly knowing what Heros cared about, Faldom offered the answer:

"Rest assured, although they love music and dance, their musicians and dancers have all undergone training in the Lortheran family's scimitar war dance and are excellent warriors qualified to participate in the conversion ceremony."

Heros nodded.

Faldom has always been quite sharp-minded, able to understand his own intentions, and actively chooses his future retinue, which is quite commendable.

Moreover, the Lortheran family's "art" had once helped Faldom trigger "Dark Purple".

Although Heros couldn't understand their so-called "art" at all, since it could trigger the "Dream Palace," it was the best familiar team for Faldom.

"You did a good job."

Upon receiving Heros's praise, Faldom lowered his head modestly and retreated to Heros's side.

Upon seeing this, the green dragon Mortal immediately began to wag its tail in frustration.

After inspecting the Lortheran family's entourage, the rest were all serious criminals sent by various lords and nobles, and were not worth inspecting.

Heros ordered them all to be imprisoned and placed under the management of Mortar.

Heros intended to return to the experimental cave and begin arranging a new round of experiments as soon as possible.

But then he heard a familiar voice, and quickly gave a brief explanation of the remaining matters before hastily flying into the dragon's nest.

Seeing this, all the young dragons except Anglu knew that the Golden Dragon Lord should have returned, so they all silently tucked their tails between their legs and went about their own business.

……

Heros spread his wings and moved through the cave. The dragon's nest was built to the size of an adult dragon and was much larger than Heros's own small dragon's nest.

But before he could fly to the innermost part of the dragon's nest, an impatient golden light had already shone.

Heros then relaxed his body, letting the golden light lead him into a familiar embrace.

"My dear Heros, you've grown up!"

Seraria transformed into human form, a form that allowed her to fully embrace and caress the little red dragon.

Of course, her strength had not diminished at all. Even though she could only hold onto Heros's head, she made him feel as if he were being mashed into Celaria's body.

"Wow, your scales have become so beautiful, shimmering with gold! Your dragon wings are gorgeous, and your dragon horns are gorgeous too. I really love them..."

Heros was finally able to speak only after Celia had finished massaging him.

"Mother, welcome back."

"Did you miss me when I wasn't around?" Celia asked with a loving expression, but her youthful face made the question seem somewhat incongruous.

"Of course, I miss you very much."

"You don't miss me enough!" Seraria feigned annoyance. "I missed you terribly while I was away!"

Heros didn't know how to respond for a moment, so he snuggled closer to Seraria.

Seraria was immediately satisfied and grabbed the little red dragon's head to give it a good pat.

After playing around for a while, Heros asked, "Mother, why didn't you tell me you were coming back?"

"Because I saw my son inspecting mortals, and he looked so majestic, of course I couldn't bear to interrupt him."

"Regarding those mortals..." Heros hesitated for a moment, "Mother, I'm making many... attempts, not just the small-scale ones before, but they are still your subjects..."

"Did Macaros tell you something about dragon property or something?"

"Yes." Upon hearing this, Heros sold Macaros without hesitation.

Seraria smiled and said, "He's an old-fashioned guy. Don't worry about what he thinks. Just do whatever he wants."

"When I was your age, I was already going on adventures everywhere."

"Without the ambition to challenge authority, even if one possesses the blood of a true dragon, one will eventually succumb to time and fate, turning oneself into a withered skeleton that ekes out a living in the shadows."

With Seraria's permission, Heroston was overjoyed.

"Mother, I promise you that one day I will change the entire order and make the world run according to our order."

"Alright, I will wait for that day to see you stand on the land of Eladica, worshipped by all living beings. You will surely grow to that level."

And I, too, must stand in the heavens and ascend the throne of the gods.

Seraria didn't say it aloud, but Heros and she exchanged a glance, their eyes reflecting each other's ambition, needing no further explanation.