The soil that had just been compacted by Dragon Power was swept up along with the loose surface dirt by the surging river. Muddy yellow water rushed into the pit created by the Grand Forbidden Spell, gradually forming a lake several miles across.
"I casually cleaned up those elemental currents for you. I'm not dealing with the rest—you solve it yourself!" Tidal Dragon King Chewu said helplessly, his dragon face dark.
"Thank you, Senior!" Grand Duke Ocrean Yaso immediately went with the flow, offering up flattery without the slightest reservation.
"What are you standing around for? Go prepare some roasted whole lamb! Are you really going to make Senior sit around empty-handed?" Okrian-Lujin said, kicking Count Laimon, who was still sprawled on the ground.
"Drag... dragons!" Count Laimon looked around in terror, like a drowning man desperately searching for a lifeline.
"Enough with the dragons! This isn't some evil dragon! This is the mighty king of the water dragon clan, the Guardian Dragon of our kingdom!" Grand Duke Ocrean Yaso explained, pointing at Chewu.
"Hm?" At first, Tidal Dragon King Chewu had his head held high as he listened smugly to the praise from a junior. Just as he was enjoying it and wanting to hear more, the latter half of the sentence instantly struck him as wrong. Since when had he become Lagrange's Guardian Dragon?
"Ahem! That's more or less what I meant!" Grand Duke Ocrean Yaso said vaguely. Without waiting for Count Laimon to speak, he gave Okrian-Lujin a look. Okrian-Lujin understood at once, propped Count Laimon up, and left with him.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk! You little brat aren't very honest, are you?" Tidal Dragon King Chewu, who was crouched atop the table with his eyes closed in feigned sleep, cracked his eyes open. A glint flashed through