Dark Glow, White Radiance

Sting tried to win over Riyao, but they ignored him completely.

Riyao didn't even glance at him, but simply nuzzled its head comfortably against Mirajane's leg, yawned widely, and made Sting roll his eyes in exasperation.

Lucy and the others were also curious about what the special effects would be if these two merged with the dragon, so they all went back to the manor together.

Since they couldn't find anything interesting to do in the tavern, the group simply locked the gate and strolled leisurely toward the suburban manor.

The poor drinker cried and made a scene.

Afternoon sunlight filters through the towering Parasol Trees in the courtyard, casting dappled shadows on the ground.

A gentle breeze rustled the leaves, and the surface of a few dragon eggs glowed faintly.

As Sting and Rogue stepped through the wooden fence, two crisp sounds came from the branches overhead.

When the White Dragon Weisslogia and the Shadow Dragon Skiadrum saw their cubs, they both jumped down and bounced into their arms.

Two round, giant eggs broke free from the branches and crashed down with a whooshing sound.

Sting and Rogue reacted quickly, each catching a dragon egg that flew towards them.

The heavy eggshell was warm.

The white dragon egg was as translucent as mutton fat jade, with a holy halo flowing across its surface.

The black dragon egg was covered with deep, shadowy patterns, like a blob of solidified ink.

A Sting voice emanated from the pure white dragon egg.

"Sting, let's hurry up and fuse them. I've been craving Grandine so much lately. All I need to do is transfer magic into the egg."

A gentle yet majestic dragon's voice muffled from deep within the eggshell, but the final complaint about being craving food instantly shattered any sense of sacredness.

Sting grinned; he'd missed his father's voice so much after hearing it for so long.

Smiling like a child who got a perfect score, she wrapped her arms tightly around the White Dragon, and even affectionately rubbed her forehead against the smooth eggshell.

Meanwhile, a roguish voice came from the black shadow egg that Rogue was holding.

"Why are you still so dull? Look at Sting, or that Riyao guy, learn from them."

Skiadrum's hoarse voice carried a hint of mockery, causing the veins on Rogue's forehead to throb twice.

Rogue rolled his eyes, wanting to throw the egg away.

That old scoundrel, the very first thing he said after waking up was to tell him to learn from Riyao, that shameless scoundrel who's always showing off his love, gossiping, and fiercely protective of his own?

He gritted his teeth, almost smashing the black egg into the mud pit on the spot.

They both took a deep breath and calmed themselves down.

At the same time, magic is poured into the egg.

White holy light magic and pitch-black shadow magic erupted from their palms, transforming into bands of light that flowed into the eggshell.

The two eggs cracked open simultaneously, and the black, eerie light and the white-red glow nearly blinded those present.

Click!

With a crisp cracking sound, the entire courtyard was instantly engulfed by two completely opposite beams of intense light.

On the left is a blinding white light.

On the right was a dark, eerie light.

The two magical forces collided and merged, unleashing a piercing buzzing sound.

Lucy and the others were so blinded by the bright light that their eyes hurt, and they quickly raised their arms to cover their eyes tightly.

Just a second before the burst of intense light, it seemed that Riyao had anticipated this scene.

Riyao took out sunglasses, put them on Mirajane, and put a pair on himself as well.

Thick-rimmed black sunglasses sat firmly on their noses.

Mirajane gave a thumbs up.

The silver-haired girl pushed up her sunglasses, a playful smile playing on her lips.

The two watched the light egg and the shadow egg silently, completely ignoring Lisanna and the others.

Riyao crossed his arms and leisurely enjoyed the show through his dark glasses, ignoring the wails of Lucy and the others beside him.

This is the difference between S-Class Mage and an ordinary mage; you must learn to analyze intelligence.

When Wendy and Gajeel hatched, wasn't it an earth-shattering event?

With such vivid examples already presented, how could these girls still be blinded by such blatant disbelief? Who can they blame but themselves?

Riyao smugly hummed twice, while Mirajane looked at her husband with suspicion.

What's wrong?

The white light and black glow in the arena gradually dissipated.

As the howling air gradually subsided, two petite figures slowly emerged amidst the scattered light.

Miniature versions of Weisslogia and Skiadrum make a dazzling appearance, the two little dragons landing on their own offspring's heads.

Two tiny creatures, no bigger than the palm of a hand, landed firmly on Sting and Rogue's heads with a soft thud.

"Come on, Sting, let's hurry up and eat, we're starving."

Weisslogia grabbed Sting's blond hair with its two little paws and impatiently pulled his head forward.

"Rogue, I want a seafood feast!"

Skiadrum slapped Rogue's forehead with his front paws, urging him on frantically in his hoarse voice.

The first thing the two dragons did upon reappearing in the world was to clamor for food; that's really something else.

Lucy, who was rubbing her eyes nearby, was twitching her lips violently.

What's going on with these dragons that have lived for hundreds of years?

How come after one or two hatched, they all turned into gluttons whose minds are only filled with thoughts of food?

Sting was still feeling the surge of magic power within him when Weisslogia dragged him off to eat.

He clenched his fist, feeling the surging magical power within him. He felt full of energy and eager to find someone to spar with.

"Hey, I'd like to try and have a match with Mr. Riyao."

Sting pointed to the Riyao under the tree and shouted excitedly.

"Stop hitting him! There's already a little brute ahead who's been punched into the ground. By the time you're done hitting him and wake up, I'll only be able to eat breakfast."

Weisslogia rolled its eyes and slapped Sting on the top of the head with its paw.

With a sudden flap of its small wings, the White Dragon unleashed a powerful thrust, Weisslogia grabbed Sting and flew towards the city.

Rogue received the same treatment, being grabbed and flown away by Skiadrum.

Two figures, like arrows released from a bow, were dragged by their collars by two small dragons, dancing and leaping across the sky, their cries carried by the long wind all the way to the bustling city center of Magnolia.

Lector and Frosch quickly followed.

Two kittens spread their little wings and fluttered as they chased after the other kitten, afraid of missing their big meal if they were even a step too slow.

The courtyard returned to quiet.

The Fire Emblem red egg wobbled, Igneel looked enviously at his old friend who had reappeared in the world, wondering when Natsu would return.

I'm so hungry!

My good-for-nothing, stupid adopted son has gone into seclusion in some deep mountain forest; I haven't seen a trace of him since.

Sparks crackled and popped on the eggshell, and Igneel was itching with frustration.

It came up with a bold idea.

"Hey, Riyao Bro, wanna merge with me?!"

Igneel's booming voice was full of allure.

"I refuse!"

Riyao answered decisively, without even a second's hesitation, his hands in his pockets, shaking his head vigorously.

"Why? Look, their magic power skyrockets after fusion, don't you want that?"

Riyao curled his lip and glanced at Hongdan with an air of self-righteousness.

"What kind of person are you, just watching me get intimate with Mira?"

Igneel was stunned by Riyao's simple and unpretentious reason.

The air seemed to freeze in that instant.

The people under the tree stood frozen in place, and even Grandine, who was chewing cookies on the table, almost choked on the cookie crumbs.

Mirajane's entire face flushed red, down to her ears, like a ripe red apple.

The heel of the delicate little leather shoe mercilessly ground against Riyao's toes, forcefully spinning him half a circle.

The silver-haired girl bit her lip in embarrassment and anger and quickly walked out of the courtyard gate, the blush above her collar spreading to the back of her neck.

Riyao clutched his foot, groaning in pain.

He hopped twice on one leg on the grass, shouting exaggeratedly, his face showing the most aggrieved expression imaginable.

Mirajane, who had reached the gate of the fence, turned around and glared at him, but there was no anger in her shy and embarrassed eyes.

Igneel just stared blankly as Riyao left, and it began to miss the days when it had a wife, children, and a warm bed.

A cold wind blew by, creating a desolate and bleak atmosphere.

Ignia was sent away back then; I wonder if it survived?

Thinking of his biological son far away on the Northern Continent, the old Fire Dragon felt a faint sense of melancholy, wondering what the boy looked like now.

Riyao rubbed his toes and jogged after him.

He shamelessly nudged Lucy to the side, then took Mirajane's soft little hands in his own, whispering sweet nothings in her ear.

"You've got the wrong handshake! A new dessert shop recently opened, how about we go try it?"

Lucy rubbed her shoulders speechlessly, looking at the couple in front of her who had instantly become inseparable, and couldn't help but sigh.

Lisanna insisted on going too, waving her hands frantically in front of her brother-in-law.

Grandine descended upon the Riyao.

The palm-sized white Sky Dragon stepped on the still-undamaged, fluffy, frizzy head of the Riyao, its two front paws sinking into its golden hair.

"We want to go too; I haven't tried many desserts yet."

Wendy obediently held Carla's finger, her eyes full of anticipation.

Although Carla turned her head away and gave a soft hum, the tips of her ears quietly perked up.

Riyao sighed. Don't these third wheels have any self-awareness?

He looked up at the little Sky Dragon above him, which stood as steady as Mount Tai, and then at the large group of people surrounding him. He sighed and pressed his temples in exasperation.

"Alright, alright, go ahead, all of you. I'll feed you all today, okay?"