Igneel's Miserable Life

Looking at Sordil standing in front of her, Yelibell cried out in horror, "You... you didn't... just leave the starting point? How... how could you..."

Sordil calmly observed the bewildered Yelibell and casually said, "Sister Yelibell, so what if I caught up with you? Is it really necessary to make such a fuss?"

Hearing Sordil's provocation, Yelibell raised her right hand and pointed at herself, saying with a resentful look, "I'm making a fuss? It's clearly..."

Her words abruptly stopped, and the resentment on Yelibell's face gradually disappeared, replaced by a smug look that crept onto her face. Then she began to laugh loudly.

"Ha ha"

"Ha ha"

Faced with Yelibell's strange behavior, Sordil was a little confused, so he asked in confusion, "Sister Yelibell, are you alright? Should we see a doctor?"

Yelibell stopped laughing, looked at Sordil not far away, and said smugly, "How could I be in trouble? You're the one who should go see a doctor and improve your IQ!"

"Sister Yelibell, what do you mean by this?"

"What do you mean? Kid, I just said this competition is between the two of us; you can't ask anyone else for help. Otherwise, you'll fail the trial. Right?"

"Yes! But what does that have to do with my IQ?"

"If you were of normal intelligence, why would you seek help from Grandiere after knowing the rules, thus losing your chance to participate in the trial?"

After some debate, Sordil finally understood Yelibell's unusual behavior. It turned out Yeribel believed she was able to catch up to her because of Grandiere's help, not her own strength. Thinking this, Sordil shook her head repeatedly, a slight smile on her face. Seeing Sordil's 'regretful' expression, Yelibell pressed her advantage, saying, "How about it? Regretful now? Too bad it's too late!"

"Ha ha"

"Ha ha"

Hearing Yelibell's mockery, Sordil burst into laughter. While laughing, he slurred with his remaining sanity, "Sister Yelibell, have you misunderstood something?"

"Misunderstanding? Hmph! If it weren't for Grandiere's Gale Force, could you have overtaken me so silently?"

Just as Sordil was about to defend himself, Grandiere's voice came from behind them.

"Yelibell, you've really misunderstood. I didn't use the Gale Force for Brother Sordil. The reason he was able to easily surpass you is because he is a dragon with both spatial and temporal attributes."

After Grandiere finished speaking, Yelibell screamed as if someone had stepped on her tail, "What? A dragon with dual attributes of time and space? That's impossible!"

Seeing that Yelibell refused to believe him, Grandiere turned his gaze to Sordil. Understanding Grandiere's intentions, Sordil immediately began to mobilize his time and Space Magic to prove the truth to Yelibell. Sensing the magic emanating from Sordil, Yelibell's fragile trigeminal nerves instantly exploded. Stunned and losing her senses, Yelibell stared blankly ahead, muttering incessantly.

"How is this possible?"

"This can't be real!"

"This is a dream! This is a nightmare!"

Faced with the deranged Yelibell, Sordil was at a loss for what to do and had no choice but to ask Grandiere for help.

"Sister Grandiere, what should we do now?"

"What can we do? What else can we do! Of course, we should find a place to rest first, and then decide on our next move after this neurotic has regained his senses!"

"At this point, there's no other way!"

While Sordil and Grandiere were doing hard labor in the Polson Grand Canyon, Igneel was experiencing the worst days of his dragon life.

"No snacks, no fine wine, and no sleeping in—this is too cruel to a dragon!"

Thinking of his miserable life these past few days, Igneel, sitting around the campfire, tearfully lamented his tragic fate to the heavens. But who told him to be so foolish as to swear a solemn oath in front of others, promising he would find the Thunder Dragon? So now, no matter how bitter the consequences, he could only swallow his pride and bear it. At worst, he would simply stay far away from such situations in the future.

"No! I have to change my strategy, otherwise I'll never find Thunder Dragon in my lifetime."

Having spent a week as a highway robber without success, Igneel decided to change his search method. But Ishgar so vast, who knew where the Thunder Dragon was hiding? What could he do besides guarding the highway?

"What to do?"

"What to do?"

"If I don't find Thunder Dragon within a month, that brat Sordil will definitely go to Metalicana and the others for help. Then, those three will laugh at me for the rest of their lives! What should I do?"

Thinking of his miserable end, Igneel paced anxiously around the campfire.

"Wait! Metalicana? Metalicana! Right, how could I forget about the three of them! If I can't find one by myself, surely four people together can't find a Thunder Dragon?"

"Haha! I'm so smart!"

A certain Dragon Clan Secret Realm

"Pooh"

After spitting out the iron block from his mouth, Metalicana, who had been lying on the rock, slowly straightened up and looked listlessly at the cloudless sky. Just then, a gray dragon with special patterns on its scales flew to Metalicana's side.

"Masergrera, is something the matter?"

Upon hearing Metalicana's question, the gray dragon respectfully replied, "Brother Metalicana, the Fire Dragon King Igneel has something to discuss with you."

"Igneel wants to see me? Masergrera, are you sure you're not mistaken?"

"No!"

Upon hearing this, Metalicana immediately perked up and sat up straight, asking, "Did he say what happened?"

"I asked, but the Fire Dragon King didn't tell me."

"Haha! Interesting! Let's go, let's go meet this guy Igneel!"

Sitting upright in the chair made of iron ore, Igneel felt a sharp pain all over his body. However, this time, he needed their help, so he had to endure the discomfort.

"Metalicana is such a Iron Block, even his chairs are so hard, he has no taste at all!"

Looking around and seeing that there were no outsiders, Igneel muttered to himself.

"I have no taste? Fine! Fine! Fine! Igneel, just wait and see how I get you!"

Just as he reached the doorway, Metalicana, having overheard Igneel's thoughts, muttered angrily. At the same time, he began plotting his revenge against Igneel, while Igneel, completely unaware of all this, sat blankly in his chair, quietly awaiting his fate.

"Hey, isn't this my brother Igneel? What brings you to my place?"

Hearing the exclamation behind him, Igneel, who was sitting so long his butt was about to wear out, hurriedly stood up and replied warmly, "Brother Metalicana, you're being too polite! We've been brothers for years, how could I not come to visit you when I have some free time?"

"Haha! Brother Igneel, you've really hit the nail on the head! Masergrera, go to my room and get a few pounds of good iron. I want to eat and chat with Brother Igneel!"

"Yes!"

Watching Masergrera leave, Igneel's face turned green. Damn it, is someone offering iron to a dragon? However, considering the consequences of his failed mission, Igneel could only maintain an awkward but polite smile, quietly waiting for the arrival of those few pounds of good iron.