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

As for Artoria—her magnificent dress met an even more tragic end. Not only was it already tattered, but it was also soaked with the [Dragon Essence] she and Akalion possessed.

If this attitude were to return to Britain, it would likely be enough to cause the blood pressure of Queen Morgan, Sir Hector, and Brother Kay to immediately exceed the critical value.

Therefore, her current attire is a pure white elven dress provided by Akalion, paired with a white bodysuit that perfectly outlines the curves of a young girl.

Although her Dragon Heart constitution meant she wouldn't feel the slightest bit cold, this outfit itself was a special weapon against Akalion, and combined with Eleanor's King's New Clothes, it could achieve a perfect effect where 1+1 is greater than 2.

"Row!"

Akalion quickly reverted to his original form and retrieved a set of black elven governor's robes, exuding an aura of asceticism and majesty, from the treasury of the Mystic Tower. He then used his psionic powers to quickly dress Eleanor in them.

Direct contact will definitely cause problems.

Akalion feels he's always losing control in this area. Is this the price of prematurely entering the teenage dragon stage?

"I feel a bit stuffy in my chest!" Eleanor, dressed in her new clothes, looked up with feigned displeasure, her two ruby-red eyes fixed on Akalion.

"Just bear with it." Akalion's gaze fell on Artoria. "Look at Artoria, she's—"

"!"

In Artoria's emerald eyes, it was as if a sleeping lion was roaring in fury.

"I will continue to grow!"

“I didn’t mean that!” Akalion shook its massive dragon head wildly, creating a small storm. “It’s small, and very cute! I like it a lot!”

Upon hearing this, Artoria immediately covered her chest with both hands, where the bite marks left by Akalion on her snow-white skin had not yet healed.

Just as she was about to say something, she and Eleanor vanished, and the time travel ended.

Instead, Akalion was confronted by Luminous and a larger version of Deckalapian.

Volume 1 Snowfield Dragon Lord: 97. Territory Building and the Pulse of the World

Deckardarian changed into a well-tailored Mondstadt outfit—still wearing his elven priest's clothes purely to attract attention, even though Akalion and Luminosity didn't care, it was always better to avoid trouble.

This Mondstadt outfit is a dark blue-black dress adorned with Cecilia floral patterns, which makes Deckalapian's snow-white hair and skin even more dazzling, making her look like an innocent noblewoman.

This elven body, reshaped by the [Edivara Resurrection Spell], brimming with vitality, indeed contained power far greater than Akalion had initially perceived.

But how could the increase in strength be reflected in her chest? Akalion's gaze still lingered for a moment on the full contours outlined by her clothes. Could it be that she had been padded?

It's a bit too bouncy.

"Is everything going smoothly?"

Akalion transformed into human form and appeared behind Ying, his slender, pale fingers massaging her shoulders, which were slightly stiff from handling affairs. He wore the immortal robes personally designed by Zhongli, and the purple and white dragon horns and the restless dragon tail behind him added to his inhuman handsomeness.

"Very smooth."

Ying slumped lazily on the soft sofa, her traveler's outfit replaced by a thin gauze dress, the roaring flames in the fireplace casting glimpses of her exquisite curves.

"No one noticed Deckardian's true identity—a being with elemental power, fairy power, and magic. Brightcrown's foundations were solid, and the city was beginning to take shape. Under the decree of the Geo Archon, the Liyue people began to migrate in large numbers into the Brightcrown Mountains, preparing to settle there. This directly spurred the Mondstadt people, who were still observing, to finally make up their minds and join the construction of this new home with their families."

"The Northwind Post Office, formed by the wolf pack, is already operational. It's currently operating at a loss, but it should be profitable in about three months." She squinted contentedly, enjoying Akalion's service, and continued, "Although the housing problem isn't completely solved yet, I've used rock elemental power to build them a large number of temporary dwellings that are sturdy and comfortable enough to handle any situation."

Elemental forces, if applied directly to mortals, can indeed have negative effects. However, once shaped into a stable form, they become the most reliable creations.

Rock elemental force is the most outstanding among them, its solidity and stability making it almost impossible for it to dissipate or diffuse.

Ningguang, the Celestial of Liyue, will only issue the proposal to include Geo artifacts in the market as commodities in a future storyline.

Upon hearing this, Akalion paused slightly in his massage, and his long dragon tail stopped swaying.

"Didn't even Barbatos notice anything unusual?"

"cough!"

Dekalapian, who was standing to the side, let out a clear cough, cleared his throat, and tried to attract the attention of the two.

"In any case, I was once a tornado demon whose power far surpassed Barbatos. If I hadn't voluntarily given up resistance and chosen to respond to the 'prayer' of those ignorant people, they simply wouldn't have been able to kill me."

Her tone carried an arrogance stemming from her past as a high-ranking demon god.

"Moreover, I still maintain this stance now."

As she spoke, she instinctively crossed her arms over her chest, a hint of resentment in her ruby-like eyes.

"Even if someone does recognize me, they'll just think I'm some lucky person who got the power of a demon god."

"This is the perfect embodiment of your soul form in the elven race, it's not my fault," Akalion retorted righteously, refusing to take the blame.

"So, are you ready to adjust the climate now?"

“I cannot blow away those dark clouds formed by order in the sky.” Dekalapian shook his head somewhat unwillingly. “At most, I can only keep out the cold outside around Anthershine. I need to stay in Teyvat for more time to regain the power of the past.”

“That’s enough for now.” Akalion nodded in satisfaction. He used his psionic energy to construct a three-dimensional map that shimmered with light and handed it to Dekalapian. “This is a map of Moonsong Valley where Ansershion is. Go get to work.”

Dekalapian silently accepted the map, bowed slightly, and then her figure vanished like a wisp of wind.

"Shall we go to Teyvat, my Dragon Lord?"

Seeing Deckardiabion leave, Ying turned around, leaped up from the sofa, and pounced on Akalion like a big cat. She stretched out her slender arms, pressed down on his shoulders, and licked his lips intimately, her golden eyes sparkling with a teasing smile.

“Heh~ Of course.” Akalion hugged Ying’s slender waist tightly, stood up with overwhelming strength, and stared into her eyes. “However, I need to stay in Eldra for a while now.”

"I can feel the world changing because of my existence."

He could clearly feel that a day earlier, his body length had officially increased to thirty meters, and at that moment his connection with the world became even closer.

With every breath he took and every heartbeat he made, he resonated with the pulse of the world of Eldra.

The raging, primal magical energy in the air of Moonsong Valley is gradually returning to its former order.

Although this process is extremely long, one day the eternal night of Eldra will see the dawn—based on the current state, in about 2.7 billion years, the primordial magical energy will not be as violent as it is now.

"So what do we do now?" Ying pulled open Akalion's collar, pressed her cheek tightly against his warm and firm chest, and felt his steady and powerful heartbeat. "Go 'fight'? My body has been completely restored through the idol."

“No, fighting will only affect the development efficiency of our territory.” Akalion shook his head, pretending not to understand what Luminous was saying, and his restless dragon tail gently wrapped around Luminous’s waist. “But we can use a more ‘efficient’ way to inject new ‘vitality’ into the development of our territory.”

The moment he finished speaking, he had already disappeared from the spot with Ying in his arms, and arrived in the dark space that belonged exclusively to 'Lan Si'.

Let it get out of control, it's not a big deal anyway, everyone is just doing it willingly and purely out of love.

While treating Ying well, we headed to Teyvat to begin development work on Qiongji Field and Guyun Pavilion.

The three days in the Golden Realm are not enough and cannot be extended. Although the cooldown time is only a few hours, and if something unexpected happens, one can return to the Dark Space and travel through the initial travel ritual, the problem is that if Akalion is not in the Dark Space, one can only wait for him to arrive.

It's better to just use the initial time travel ritual.

P.S.: Segmentation error, now corrected; plot slightly adjusted.

Volume 1 Snowfield Dragon Lord: Chapter 98. The Changes in the City and the Return to Teyvat

As the storm of Dekalabian unfolded, the sky remained foggy, but in just a few days, the climate of Moonsong Valley had quietly transformed from the biting cold of polar winter to the mild warmth of autumn after a rain.

Based on the current strength of Dekalapian, it will take approximately seven days for the climate to return to the vibrant, flourishing spring of the past.

Even without the sun, it doesn't matter, as the native crops of Eldra have long been perfectly modified by ancient mages, giving birth to semi-magical plants that can thrive without photosynthesis.

The most amazing of them all is the miracle fruit tree that can directly produce three kinds of meat: chicken fruit, pork fruit, and beef fruit—it only takes twenty-one days from sprouting to bearing plump fruit.

In addition, the magical fruits in the botanical garden contain special energy, so even without using the existing food reserves, it is enough to sustain the daily needs of all the citizens in the city.

Akalion had already left Eldra, entrusting all the city's important affairs to Dekalapian before his departure.

At least, that's how it appears on the surface.

The actual management of this newly established city was still handled by the dedicated Isriel and Araven.

As for Dekalapian, all he needs to do is play the role of the city's Grand Duke, fulfilling his role as the city's strongest fighter, while also learning the application of psionic energy.

This scene involuntarily reminded her of her time as the Lone King of the Tower.

After all, once Akalion left, she became the de facto head of the city.

The only difference is that these residents now genuinely respect her—although the feelings that could be called "respect and love" are still reserved entirely for Akalion, the current emotions are enough for Deckardapian.

"Your Grace, these are the documents that need to be processed by next Wednesday."

Isriel arrived at the Duke's Pleasure House in Dekalapian, carrying a stack of documents almost half her height. It was a room that could be moved around at any time and overlooked the entire city.

She placed the documents neatly on Dekalapian's desk, using one-thirtieth of Akalion's previous workload as a standard; this was the last stack.

"..."

Dekalapian stared silently at the mountains of documents that had already reached above her head, her lips twitching involuntarily.

The majestic presence of the solitary king in his tower was shattered at this moment by the overwhelming workload.

“I… I remember I still have psychic abilities to learn! Don’t I?” She tried to use spiritual practice as an excuse to escape the endless paperwork.

“That’s the plan for tomorrow.” Isriel raised his head, his ruby-like eyes calmly fixed on Dekalapian, an invisible majesty emanating from him that made the former demon god subconsciously lower his proud head. “Please make sure you complete these tasks today. They are very simple; you just need to stamp your approval or disapproval.”

"..."

Dekalapian could only nod silently.

In the hundreds of years she ruled Mondstadt as the goddess of wind, she had never dealt with so many affairs.

————Corporate Slave·Decalapian·Divider————

"So, what brings you here?"

In Mondstadt, on the second floor of the Angel's Gift tavern, Akalion stared at the grinning bard before him. He had barely returned to Teyvat, and before he could even spend a moment with Luminosity, he had been 'borrowed' by this unreliable wind god in an irresistible manner.

In fact, Luminous was initially unwilling, but Wendy chose to hug Akalion's leg in public and plead with him tearfully. Luminous, who was rather shy in public, could only blush and nod in agreement.

"Hey!"

Wendy playfully stuck out his tongue as he gently swirled the wooden glass filled with dandelion liqueur, the ice cubes clinking against the glass with a crisp sound.

"We're good buddies who've even gone to bathhouses together! It's been a while since we've seen each other, so isn't it perfectly normal to come over and chat with your buddy for a bit?!"

With that, he raised his glass and downed the amber-colored liquid in one gulp.

"Stop with the nonsense—just get to the point." Akalion turned his gaze to the bustling streets outside the window, the afterglow of the setting sun casting a warm golden glow over Mondstadt. "I still have to deal with the issues at Junglefield and Lonely Cloud Pavilion; I don't have time to waste here with you."

Wendy's smile remained unchanged, and he was about to continue his roundabout approach when he caught sight of an emissary dressed in the uniform of the Fools entering the tavern. His eyes flashed, and he leaned close to Akalion, his voice extremely low, like a lover's whisper.

"Alright, alright, since you're in such a hurry," he said mysteriously, "actually, I want you to cooperate with me and put on a show."

Seeing Akalion's questioning look, Wendy continued, "As you can see, the Fatui's influence in Mondstadt is deeply entrenched. Especially that [lady], who has always been very interested in me, the 'best bard in the world.' I hope... there will be a suitable opportunity for her to 'discover' my true identity."

"Oh?" Akalion became interested, leaning forward slightly. "And then?"

“Then, she will naturally follow the Ice Queen’s orders and steal my ‘Heart of God.’ That way, I can completely break free from this bondage and become a truly free poet!” A strange light flickered in Wendy’s eyes. “After it’s done, I’ll owe you a favor!”

“The Heart of the Wind God…” Akalion’s dragon eyes narrowed slightly, the primal possessiveness of dragons for treasures instantly taking over his mind. “Since it’s something you planned to discard long ago, why not just hand it over to me?”

“That won’t do.” Wendy’s smile vanished instantly, replaced by an unprecedented seriousness. “Akkarian, that thing is not a good thing. It is one of the remains of the Third Advent.”

"so what?"

Akalion didn't care about this at all; he didn't think there was anything wrong with it.

"Could it be that gathering seven of them would allow us to resurrect the Third Descendant?"

“Hard to say—after all, he’s a world-rival.” Wendy suddenly stared into Akalion’s eyes, his emerald pupils full of inquiry. “But where did you get so much information?”

“As a true dragon,” Akalion mimicked Wendy’s earlier posture, carefully moving closer to him and gently brushing his earlobe with warm breath, “I have my own special channels.”

"...If you don't want to talk about it, then forget it."

Wendy was a little uncomfortable with this sudden closeness and was speechless for a moment at Akalion's words. However, this gave him the perfect opportunity to hug Akalion and whisper in his ear:

"Please, just say yes! I beg you, Your Majesty the Great Dragon!"

PS0: Due to the limitations of the Interlude God, Wendy's role will be expanded—although he already had one.

PS1: Not gay.

Volume 1: Snowfield Dragon Lord: 99. Venti's Plan

Wendy's affected voice sent a chill down Akalion's spine.

The most crucial issue was that he suddenly found Wendy to smell wonderful! This unique fragrance, a blend of Cecilia flowers and a gentle breeze, made him instinctively want to break free from Wendy's embrace.

"Wouldn't it be better if you asked Dvalin to act with you?"

Akalion subtly distanced himself, while Dvalin, the Wind Dragon, was one of Mondstadt's four guardians of the winds. Having him cooperate was clearly a more feasible option.