Galadriel

The gates of the Dragon Royal Court inside Gleaming Stone Peak were tightly shut. Dragon Queen Galadriel had ordered all the palace gates closed and forbidden any dragons from disturbing her—but not many dragons were particularly curious about it. They knew their eccentric Dragon Queen often locked herself mysteriously inside the palace like this, and sometimes even vanished for ten days or half a month. The dragons were already used to it. After all, these little quirks did not stop Galadriel from being a great ruler.

At that very moment, Galadriel was sitting cross-legged in the hall of her palace, heartily devouring food. To make it easier to converse with her guests, she had transformed into human form: an extraordinarily tall woman with an utterly unremarkable appearance. Aside from the crown she wore, there was little about her that seemed special. The dragons of this planet did not have much appreciation for human looks; they took human form mostly for convenience or to communicate with other races. Galadriel did not care much about her manners, either. She was currently holding the "local specialties from Earth" Hao Ren had brought, eating until her mouth glistened with oil as she said contentedly, "I'm telling you, I'm sick to death of those nutritionists. Their heads are full of weeds, with rocks mixed in now and then. Who would believe that a dragon's lifespan could be affected by an imbalance of nutrients? Not to mention that I've even been blessed by the Goddess... But those idiots still won't let me eat whatever I want. By the way, this thing called spicy strips actually tastes pretty good, even though it isn't meat..."

Hao Ren listened beside her, covered in a cold sweat. There was only one thing he felt grateful for right now: thank goodness