Timeline

"La la la!"

"This is my home! What do you think?"

The little girl seemed very lively, though a bit talkative. Perhaps that's just the nature of Brass Dragon; they are, after all, a very talkative type of Dragon. The Chaotic Alignment acts completely differently from the Lawful Alignment, hence the saying, "Chaos breeds clowns." Just like the cute little girl in front of him, who was fighting fiercely with Soren a moment ago, is now chattering away as if they've known each other for a while, making it hard for Soren to change his attitude.

The little girl led him into the interior of the Dragon Lair, which was actually a very large cave.

The Brass Dragon prefers a dry and warm environment. The entire cave is close to the nearby volcano, and occasionally, if it wants a change of pace, it can even taste sulfurous Magma.

Anyway, the Brass Dragon seems to be able to eat anything.

There was no treasure in the Dragon Lair, which reminded Soren of the Spatial Rift she had initially opened. The little girl in front of her seemed to have a high level of spellcasting, so it might be a small Otherworldly Dimensional Space.

This is a very high-level Spell!

Because all Demiplane begin by growing from small Otherworldly Dimensional Space.

Why aren't you saying anything?

"You seem pretty amazing! You must have had quite a few interesting adventures, right? How about telling me about them?"

Can you tell stories?

"I love listening to human stories, but why do Dragon always end up being defeated by humans? You humans are so weak, you die with just a light tap! And the heroes in those stories are so weak too!"

"Huh?"

"Your Scimitar looks pretty powerful! Is it some kind of treasure? Can I take a look?"

"How boring!"

"Why aren't you saying anything! Why can't your invisibility be broken! Do you have something extraordinary about you?"

"Hey! Hey! Hey!"

"Speak up! Speak up! You're not mute!..."

The little girl chattered incessantly the whole way, but Soren didn't seem inclined to answer her, only occasionally nodding or shaking his head, or simply walking quietly behind her.

Smack

After returning to the Dragon Lair, the little girl plopped down on the carved stone bed, tilting her head and asking, "Hey! You there! What's your name?"

Soren glanced at her and replied, "Soren."

"Soren?" The little girl tidied her long, light blonde hair and muttered, "A rather strange name. My name is Sisi."

Sisi?

The last two syllables the other person spoke were in Draconic, which is basically a combination of syllables similar to 'sisi'.

This is clearly not her real name.

Dragon have very long names, especially Dragon of her status and origin; her name must be quite long.

"Ara!"

The little girl stood up, smiled, and said, "You can call me Alice now. But I still prefer people to call me Sisi."

Alice.

It's a very common name; there are probably hundreds or even thousands of people with the same name.

Can you tell stories?

The little girl stared at Soren with her beautiful, pale golden eyes wide open. Her pupils seemed to change color slightly, sometimes appearing pale gold, sometimes brass. At this moment, her face was full of longing as she looked at Soren with pleading eyes, "Tell me some good stories! I haven't heard a story in so long!"

"Or you could tell me about your adventures."

Soren looked at her helplessly and slowly said, "That Elemental Crystal is very important to me. What will it take for you to give it to me?"

The little girl's big, bright eyes darted around when she heard this.

A fiery red Elemental Crystal appeared in her delicate, fair hand. She tossed it gently and said earnestly, "Tell me a story first. If the story is interesting, I'll consider whether I should give it to you."

"You know, it's Dragon!"

"How can you take something from Dragon without paying a price?"

Soren sighed helplessly.

He thought for a moment, then slowly said, "Alright. Let me tell you a story first."

Tell a story.

Vivian loved listening to stories when she was little, so this wouldn't be difficult for Soren. However, it wouldn't be easy to come up with a story that would interest a Dragon. He would have to make it up on the spot and see if he could cobble together a story that would satisfy her.

Soren pondered for a moment.

Suddenly, something seemed to strike him. He quickly conceived a story featuring Dragon as the protagonist, given Soren's photographic memory, Eidetic Memory knowledge, and Eidetic Memory Feat. His Loremaster had also improved considerably recently. After a quick mental scan, he came up with a seemingly cliché story— Dragon princess seeking revenge that would likely appeal to the little girl before him. He even had the framework of the story in mind. The main characters would be Dragon, with the final villain being the Evil and treacherous "Calamity Dragon."

(Note 1: The Calamity Dragon is a Dragon that loves depravity, betrayal, and decay. Its Cruelty manipulation skills have made it even more infamous. These Dragon often conspire with Undead, sometimes as allies and sometimes as their rulers, weaving webs Intrigue deception and trickery in the depths of caves, dark forests, and stinking swamps.)

(Note 2: Eloquence, deception, Deception.)

Sand Fury Island.

The battle in mid-air had already alerted many, but other pirates couldn't intervene in a fight Spellcaster of this caliber.

Goria's figure hovered in mid-air. Nearly half of the Tarot beside her had dimmed. Her fair fingers still held the dark gold ' Empress ' card, but she seemed to have no intention of using it. Goria's long silver hair danced in the wind, and she showed no signs of injury. However, the Red Dragon Duchess in front of her was seriously injured, but she seemed completely unconcerned about her injuries.

"Take care of her."

The Fallen Witch stood in the shadows, her gaze fixed on the Red Dragon Duchess before her, and slowly said, "Just a simulation. Looks like she's learned her lesson."

Simulacrum.

An Eighth-Circle Spell.

It can simulate the Spellcaster's body and some of their abilities, making it an advanced Spell of Project Image.

The Red Dragon Duchess did not come in her true form this time. It seems that she has learned her lesson after suffering a loss last time, and actually knows to send a simulation to test them.

Rumble!

A staggering bolt of lightning struck from the sky. Goria had already reached the Legendary realm; even low- to mid-level Spell were incredibly powerful in her hands.

"Heh! Let's call it a night."

The Red Dragon Duchess seemed to have completely given up resisting. She gazed at Goria before her, a playful expression on her face. "This contest has only just begun! I will return for you!"

In an instant.

Her body vanished like fireworks in the lightning, leaving nothing behind.

Goria watched the Red Dragon Duchess's dissipating body, then slowly landed on the ground, whispering, "This woman is not easy to deal with! She won't give up so easily."

The Fallen Witch gave a soft "hmm," then turned and walked towards her room.

Goria watched her departing figure, and as if sensing something, she gently furrowed her brows, her expression showing a hint of worry.

Inside the room.

As soon as the Fallen Witch entered the room, she activated a Spell barrier. Then, she removed her cloak, revealing an incomparably alluring face. At this moment, a strange blush appeared on her face, her breathing seemed a little rapid, and her full breasts rose and fell slightly, as if she was trying her best to Endurance something. After a moment, she seemed to be unable to bear it any longer, raising her fair fingers to lightly brush her breasts, followed by a seductive moan.

It felt like being electrocuted!

The blush on her face deepened, and her body trembled slightly. She slowly withdrew her fingers and murmured, "Time is almost up!"

"A forbidden ritual to please the Succubus Queen must be performed as soon as possible."

"Otherwise."

"The mark He left behind will cause me increasing pain!..."

Clatter

The Fallen Witch hesitated before taking out a long black silk whip. Then, she slowly removed her clothes, revealing her shapely and slender body. She gritted her teeth and lashed the whip across her fair and delicate back. With a crisp sound, a clear red welt immediately appeared.

"Hmm!..."

The Fallen Witch let out a groan that sounded like a mixture of pain and pleasure, and slowly raised her black whip once more.

Power that is too easily gained always comes at a price!

Abyssal Demon Lord.

They will never be easy to get along with.

...(To be continued~^~)