After flying tens of thousands of kilometers, the two dragons arrived at a floating island.
The island was not large, covering only three thousand square kilometers.
A castle stood at its highest central point. Dragonman Warriors patrolled the surroundings, while countless dragon-blooded behemoths slept along the edges.
A dragonified elf approached the two giant dragons, bowed slightly, and said, "Good afternoon, Sir Alaric, Your Majesty Feneus."
"Good afternoon, Madam Cindria," Alaric and Feneus replied, returning the bow.
Before them stood a maid whom Aeolus's great-grandfather had taken in from another world a thousand years ago. She was a mid-tier Legendary, but she was not acknowledged by the World Mother.
"The master has awakened. Please follow me."
As they entered the castle, Alaric and Feneus gazed at the High-grade Magic Crystals used as decorations along the way. Their eyes gleamed as they itched to clear away the "clutter" embedded in the walls on both sides and restore the place to a clean and tidy state.
Yet after only a moment, the two silver dragons suppressed the urge rising from deep within their bloodlines.
Aeolus's great-grandfather had deliberately set this trap. If they stole even one High-grade Magic Crystal, they would have to repay it a hundredfold. If they refused, he would simply take it by force. What a shameless old bastard.
They could criticize him all they wanted in their hearts, but neither dared show it.
After passing through the temptation-filled corridor, they arrived before a grand hall.
"Lord Alaric, Your Majesty Feneus, the master is inside. Please enter," Cindria said, stepping aside and gesturing invitingly.
The two silver dragons returned the courtesy before entering the hall.
Looking up, they saw a youth seated upon the throne.
"Great-Grandfather." Alaric and Feneus placed their right hands over their chests and bowed respectfully.