We traveled through time together, but I'm the only dragon? The others are all beautiful girls?

Her sharp eyes calmly swept over the group of otherworldly visitors who resembled her own kind.

Although she was not a spellcaster specializing in magic, as a psionic warrior who was already close to level five, she was more than capable of single-handedly taking down all the weak 'comrades' in front of her.

These former Hilichurls from the world of Teyvat have lost their former power and cannot sense any elemental force in this world—unlike Deckardarian, they cannot directly connect with Akalion and use his power to recreate their former authority.

Faced with such an irresistible threat, they quickly became obedient.

A gray shadow crashed down from the sky.

Four horns, four legs, two wings, and dark gray scales that are somewhere between metal and crystal... Even though it differs in form from the dragons on the continent of Teyvat, their senses still allowed them to recognize it as a dragon in an instant.

The biting cold in the air quickly warmed up with His arrival.

It was as if what descended upon this place was not a dragon, but a sun powerful enough to illuminate the eternal night.

A primal urge from the deepest recesses of their souls compels them to kneel and proclaim 'loyalty'.

Akalion was still extremely depressed because of the Dekalapian affair, so he naturally had no intention of saying anything more.

"I lifted the curse from you. And it was I who brought you into this world."

"Now, you have two choices."

"First, pledge allegiance to me and become my subjects, Akalion Virminax Pantokrator."

"Second, I will send you back again, to be those ignorant and unconscious Hilichurls once more."

He turned his gaze to the three beings who possessed [Five Rings] level souls as their leaders.

One was a handsome young man with blue hair and golden eyes, another was an ordinary young man with black hair and blue eyes, and finally, there was a beautiful young woman with white hair and blue eyes.

The eyes of their respective clansmen were subtly drawn around each of them.

"What do you think?"

After a brief moment of shock, the blue-haired, golden-eyed youth was the first to react.

He saw the reality before him—an incomparable dragon who sought to rule them, and this dragon had freed them from the curse. What more could he say?

loyalty!

He immediately knelt on one knee and, in an elegant and solemn aristocratic tone, offered his loyalty:

“Great dragon, I, Werner Laurian, on behalf of the Laurian family and my people, offer you my unwavering loyalty.”

"Your grace in freeing us from that eternal curse will be etched on our souls forever, like the ever-flowing wind!"

The other two were still somewhat hesitant, wondering if this unreal, beautiful scene was just some kind of crueler dream.

But Werner's unwavering submission was like a heavy hammer blow, completely waking them up.

The black-haired, blue-eyed youth immediately followed, kneeling on the ground in an even more exaggerated prostration, and shouted in a flattering tone:

"Oh, supreme Dragon God-King! I, Gisbert Marobodus, and the citizens of my homeland, wish to be reborn under the protection of your divine wings! We are willing to offer you everything!"

This blatant flattery almost made Werner vomit on the spot, and he cursed inwardly: How shameless!

“Very well!” Akalion raised his dragon tail high and then gently lowered it, declaring majestically, “I accept your loyalty.”

He turned his gaze to the last girl, who was still hesitating because of Gisbert's actions.

"What about you?"

"Ah I?"

The white-haired, blue-eyed girl looked around at the citizens with a somewhat bewildered expression. Seeing their pleading and dependent gazes, as the last bloodline of the kingdom—although only from a very, very distant branch family—she immediately stepped forward.

“I, Hilda Findnell, am willing to pledge my allegiance to you on behalf of my people.”

"very good."

Akalion nodded slightly to Linara.

Linara immediately understood. She led the elves who had sworn allegiance toward the dwellings that had been prepared for them, waiting for Isriel to assign them new jobs the next day.

The remaining former Hilichurls were easy to deal with. After the leaders' problems were resolved, these unrelated and scattered former Hilichurls quickly joined Akalion's camp and offered their faith to him.

Haha, the number of good cattle and horses that only need to sleep four hours a day has increased dramatically. Now the city should be able to get running quickly.

The wanderers can now set aside their inhibitions and explore the passage to the royal court to their heart's content.

Akalion has already figured out how to use these 15,000 men.

First of all, of course, it's a three-shift system: eight hours of work, twelve hours of studying psionic energy, and four hours of sleep. With magic around, there's no need to worry about efficiency.

While ensuring these new elves quickly submit to his order, he also allows them to acquire DND's psionic powers so they can better serve the city.

Of course, Akalion will definitely give the elves a holiday from now on, working six days a week and resting one day. In this post-apocalyptic world, working 096 hours a day is already quite a valuable job.

As for what Akalion is going to do?

As the Dragon Lord, his greatest responsibility is to protect this city!

Next, we need to go mining to build up more energy reserves for the city.

After all, the current number of people is not small. The current reserves of Holite Crystals are enough for 300,000 people to use for a month. But it's better to be safe than sorry. This is probably Akalion's hoarding habit as a true dragon.

He felt really uncomfortable all over until he filled Holites' crystal warehouse.

Akalion considered it for a moment before flying directly towards the Tear of the Ancients mountain range.

With the [Cave Heaven] present, he can now exhaust the resources to obtain a large amount of crystals.

He doesn't want to see Dekalapian right now.

This is really embarrassing.

Flying in the sky, watching the city grow more vibrant with life as its population continues to regenerate.

Akalion's mood improved considerably.

This is the author's note: PS: I originally thought of setting up a troublemaker who would lead his people to directly refuse Akalion's demand for allegiance, and let Akalion have a big showdown to improve his tyrannical side as a dragon. Why does a dragon only think about being timid all day?

But then I thought about it, and the Teyvats aren't crazy. Seeing a dragon of this level, who was also the one who helped them lift the curse, just seemed a bit too illogical.

While it's possible to create a fanatic character, such as someone who worships the goddess of March, is then crushed by the laws of nature, yet stubbornly maintains their faith... Akalion directly bewitching Tutu doesn't fit his "character design" in the outline, since I intended him to be a good person.

This hesitation lasted until the afternoon before a decision was made.

Volume 1 Snowfield Dragon Lord: Chapter 88. The Beginning of Obedience by Dekalapian (Part 1)

Dekalapian is a demon who loves people but does not understand them.

Even at the very last moment of his life, He still believed that His subjects loved Him as much as He loved them.

Akali flies above the skies of Old Mondstadt, overlooking this eternal prison built of storms.

Deckalapian provided a safe haven for the Mondstadt ancestors who followed him, a city that could withstand endless snowstorms, but he also personally isolated the city from the outside world, so that even birds could not pass through.

Akalion has a difficult time judging Old Mondstadt under His rule.

This guy was completely absorbed in the beautiful dream he had created, sincerely believing that he had created a perfect, carefree paradise for his people.

He rejects all what He considers 'discordant noise'.

This king, who was always surrounded by fierce winds, was completely unaware that if it weren't for the even more brutal blizzards beyond the wind wall, where even life could not survive, his Old Mondstadt would probably have been deserted long ago.

His subjects bowed down not out of reverence and love, but because they were unable to rise from the relentless gale.

No wonder, even in the later years of His reign, when a race like the Gunnhilds emerged who would rather plunge into the endless ice plains outside the Storm Wall and freeze to death than stay in this paradise for even a second longer, Deckalapian still felt that his rule was flourishing.

Perhaps even a red dragon would have done a better job than Dekalapian. At least the red dragon clearly knew that it was exercising tyranny, and it also clearly knew what the consequences of doing so would be.

Old Mondstadt did indeed preserve a wonderful living space for the early Mondstadt inhabitants, but the rule implemented by Deckardapien was indeed a tyranny that locked all the early Mondstadt in a cage.

Akalion soared into the heavens, overlooking the entirety of Old Mondstadt.

To be fair, if we only consider it from the perspective of a "demon god," Deckalapian did a decent job.

But as one of the seven ruling powers of the mortal realm who holds the throne of the god of wind, this is the most serious dereliction of duty.

It is estimated that He noticed this at the moment of His death. That is why He was easily defeated by the rebel army, whose wind barrier could not even be broken.

Or perhaps it was Ishtar, the ruler of time who controls [time] and measures the winds and the sun and moon, who personally intervened? After all, Venti is just one wisp of wind among the winds.

This is the dream of Descarabian.

Akalion, after initially integrating the three powers of fairy power, psychic power, and magical power within his body, finally found the connection between his [familiars] and [subjects], who were subordinates of his abilities.

Currently, he can only use his divine power to enter dreams through this connection.

If one wants to use this ability to control their subordinates directly, it will probably take several more years.

Akalion flew to the top of the tower and came to Deckalapian's side. He did this because her consciousness was temporarily dormant, and only a strong stimulus could awaken her in reality.

This is not a real ruin, but a throne room constructed by howling winds, condensed clouds, and stone bricks.

The ceaseless storm here transformed into the most docile subject, constructing layer upon layer of spiraling staircases beneath the throne, replacing the original structure of the platform.

Descarabian sat enthroned on the throne atop the carvings and walls. At that moment, His expression was one of absolute majesty and icy aloofness.

This place is the domain of His will, the most glorious and beautiful place in His memory.

When Akalion's ominous gray figure appeared in this domain that belonged only to Him, the wrath of a demon god instantly ignited in His ruby-like eyes, and His words were filled with contempt for non-human beings:

"You lowly dragon beast, who gave you permission to set foot in my palace?!"

Faced with this arrogant question, Akalion merely let out a disdainful chuckle.

He did not resort to brute force capable of tearing mountains apart, but responded to His arrogance in a simpler and more humiliating way.

He mobilized the power of the wind element that he had absorbed from Dekalapian.

In an instant, the fierce winds throughout the throne room seemed to have found their true master.

They betrayed their former master, transforming into invisible chains of order that instantly bound Dekalapian tightly, then delivered her to Akalion like obsequious servants.

He looked down at the astonished face and said in a completely indifferent tone:

"I admit, it was my mistake to treat you like a cup."

He paused, then changed the subject, and the almost negligible apology vanished without a trace.

Instead, there is a righteous and self-righteous way of shirking responsibility, just like a murderer who wields a knife saying, "It wasn't me, it was the soldier."

"But I only think that I made a small mistake."

He stretched out his two dragon claws and clenched them tightly together, leaving no gaps.

"Ultimately, it's the fault of the Secret Light Tower."

"That's right, it's that! It failed to promptly convey to me the crucial information that you haven't been informed 'you are my kin.' Otherwise, I wouldn't have used you so roughly, like a disposable 'cup'!"

"cup?!"

Dekalapian's face was filled with inexplicable confusion.

However, the next moment, those humiliating and painful memories that she was unwilling to recall came crashing down like a burst dam, destroying her last bulwark as a demon god.

From being besieged by her beloved subjects, who stormed the throne room in the tower, to... she suddenly raised her head and looked at Akalion before her. Her ruby-like eyes, which had been filled with majesty and arrogance, were now glistening with tears—this was not something she could control.

This new elven body is not His former demonic form.

She can no longer perceive the world the way she used to.

Although she still possessed power, the master of that power was no longer hers, but rather the evil and vile gray dragon before her.

"Gulp! You...you might as well kill me!"

Feeling deeply humiliated, Dekalapian's mind and thoughts were in complete turmoil; she had no desire to think about what had happened.

Volume 1 Snowfield Dragon Lord: Chapters 8-9. The Obedient Dekalapian (Part 2)

“You should know that you’ve already died once, right?” Akalion stared into Deckalapian’s eyes, his tone devoid of any guilt.

Seeing that Dekalapian had become more obedient, he released her from her restraints.

This dream, constructed by her will, is collapsing violently due to the emotional fluctuations of its owner.

“It was I who resurrected you and brought you into my world, so you owe me a life. If you die at my hands, it will be the same as owing me two lives.”

"And you already owe me three lives."

"Three lives?" Upon hearing this, Dekalapian's already chaotic thoughts became even more confused. "Where did this come from?!"