Northlands Power (VIII)

Above them, the enormous Tidal Dragon circled with outstretched wings, whipping up howling gusts before finally descending not far from Ryan.

The intense Dragon's Might immediately left the nobles struggling to breathe. Many of them did not even possess the strength of knights.

"You can go back first."

Ryan spoke to the Tidal Dragon. This thing was nothing more than an intimidating shell.

The Tidal Dragon flew away, but in the next moment, Ryan sensed the arrival of a real dragon.

Ever since the Frost Dragon Arryris had awakened, it had not gone back to sleep. Having sensed Isabella's presence again, it rushed over and showed Ryan no courtesy whatsoever.

"Another fake?"

Ryan looked helplessly at Arryris. As soon as the Frost Dragon opened its mouth, a large number of Magic Crystals tumbled out.

"Lord Arryris, are you planning to move out and run away?"

"What nonsense are you talking about?"

A dragon's hide was so thick that even a steel greatsword could not pierce it, so naturally there was no sign of blushing. Arryris unceremoniously plopped down dozens of meters away. Even with its wings folded, it still resembled a small mountain.

"Lord Arryris."

Unlike the earlier Tidal Dragon, quite a few nobles recognized this Frost Dragon. Count Winter greeted it as if they were old acquaintances.

"So it's you."

Arryris snorted out a cloud of icy breath. It had no favorable impression of Count Winter.

In fact, among all the nobles present, apart from Ryan, whom it was willing to take seriously, everyone else was no more than ants in the dragon's eyes.

It felt that Ryan was more like a dragon wearing human skin, much like Isabella.

"Weak humans. Even if they become Legends, they still won't be my match."

Arryris muttered this quietly, though its voice