Keosius's Preparations

"Oszedro".

Iron Dragon Wing Palace, Keosius uttered the name, while Olivia, her face flushed and her expression flushed with embarrassment, stood beside him.

Keosius lowered his head again, gazing into the Silver Dragon's blue-gray eyes, and casually asked, "Do you have any other information?"

"For example, your grandfather's high-ring law table."

"No."

Olivia said fiercely, almost spitting out the two words through gritted teeth.

The Young Silver Dragon felt that he was still being played, and had once again fallen into the Red Dragon's cunning scheme. Even the seemingly sincere invitation was part of the routine, just to extract information from her.

If she knew some of the players' terminology, she might call it "pua".

"Before I was born, he was already a renowned ancient Silver Dragon. For hundreds of years, no enemy had been able to force my grandfather to use his full strength, and I had never seen him go all out."

"Even you would probably find it difficult to defeat him."

"And even if I did know, I would never tell you."

"That is a mage's most important secret."

Olivia turned her head away, avoiding direct eye contact, deliberately refusing to look into Keosius's deep, captivating pale gold eyes.

She felt strange like never before, feeling both guilty towards her grandfather and confused about her current identity.

A lawful and good Silver Dragon became a member of its nemesis, the Red Dragon, and even helped the red dragon fight against its own family members.

What is she now? An accomplice of the evil dragon, or someone who has gone astray?

Olivia originally wanted to "save" the Red Dragon and persuade him to serve the "Lord of the North Wind," but now she has been changed by him and has gradually become someone she can no longer recognize.

Ignoring the Silver Dragon's complex inner thoughts, Keosius remained calm and simply said...

"In that case, forget it."

"Then please return, my future senator."

Olivia hesitated for a long time, until her claws were almost intertwined, before she finally murmured:

"Keosius"

"Um?"

Silver Dragon raised his head slightly, looking at him with a complicated expression, and said in a low voice, "Can I come with you this time?"

"This doesn't sound like something you would say. When you see the horrific battlefield, don't let yourself burst into tears or even try to help our enemies."

"Let me go with you."

Olivia's gaze hardened, and she repeated herself.

Keosius was also quite surprised. In his memory, this "exceptionally easy-to-fool" Silver Dragon rarely made such a demanding statement.

So he asked, "Why?"

"My grandfather, in his youth, was a dragon who eradicated evil without hesitation. Compared to Silver Dragon, he was more like a stubborn and obstinate Golden Dragon."

"If you are really defeated by him, my presence might make him show you leniency. After all, you are not the kind of vicious dragon, although I do not completely agree with your governing philosophy."

Upon hearing these words, Keosius shook his head and chuckled.

She really knows how to consider the well-being of her own evil dragon; no wonder she's known as Silver Dragon "Holy Mother of Dragons."

Thinking of this, he asked with a touch of mischievousness:

"So, who do you hope will win?"

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Olivia bit her lip and remained silent.

Her feelings for the Red Dragon had become increasingly complex, including resentment, shame, and a strange sense of dependence.

And the same goes for their relationship.

Nemesis to each other? Ruler and subordinate?

Scammer and victim? Or perhaps... she didn't know how to answer this pointed question.

"Ah, the Silver Dragon's goodwill."

Keosius didn't say anything more, just smiled nonchalantly.

Inside the royal palace.

"Silver Wing, Oszedro".

Keosius repeated the name again, flapped his wings, and habitually exhaled a breath of hot Sulfur Scent air.

After obtaining more information about the Silver Dragon from Christina and Olivia, Keosius's expression began to turn serious.

You should know that he was an "elder" of a Silver Dragon Clan that spanned the entire continent, and he held the highest position among hundreds of Silver Dragon.

According to the intelligence he obtained, this Oszedro was born a thousand years ago in Mount Paradise. Under the radiant light of Bahamut, he grew into Young Dragon and began traveling to various planes. As a young man, he upheld justice everywhere, eradicating one evil force after another, such as the Dragon Cult and the Red Robe Mage Society, earning him the title of "Silver Wing".

In the process, the young Oszedro gradually became fascinated with the unpredictable magic, began to befriend mages from various planes, diligently studied the Weave, built his own Mage Tower on the Prime Material Plane, and contracted a dragon-like mental illness known as "Magiphilia," but he himself did not care about it.

As he entered old age, the dragon mage became more composed and wise. He became an elder of the Melvord Clan, coordinating any activities undertaken by the Silver Dragon Clan as a collective, while also safeguarding the balance of the plane. He intervened on numerous occasions to resolve crises that affected the entire world, such as the demon tide.

Now, after years of slumber, he has reached the age of a thousand and become Ancient Silver Dragon. "Silver Wing" is only his most insignificant honor. The mere name of Oszedro is enough to make any evil creature on the Feanso Continent tremble with fear.

The age range of Ancient Dragon.

Legendary spellcasting ability.

Extensive experience in interdimensional travel, and the distinguished reputation earned in the process.

And the powerful background of someone who grew up on Mount Paradise and may be Bahamut's chosen one.

Combining these factors, this Silver Dragon mage can truly be considered a winner in the dragon world, standing at the very top of the dragon pyramid, far more powerful and with a deeper foundation than the Shadow Dragon he had previously encountered, who was clinging to life by relying on the Plane of Shadow.

Thinking of this, Keosius's expression became even more solemn, and the scales above his eyes almost tangled up.

"What a troublesome guy."

Keosius had to admit that even with his cheat-like abilities, he wasn't absolutely certain of defeating this "Dragon Winner" without using the power of Kareks.

However, the battle has not yet begun, and the outcome is still uncertain.

Keosius turned and went into his treasure vault, embedding priceless magical artifacts into his body, including even the [Everfrost Rune Horn], which was incompatible with him.

The Red Dragon then ventured into the kingdom's treasury, devouring massive amounts of magical ores containing immense elemental power, as well as fine gold and mithril. He swallowed several tons of these, only stopping when the energy within his body overflowed onto his skin and his scales were coated with gold and silver.

The dragon's body, modified by its ancestral bloodline, is capable of withstanding any magical power.

Flames ignited in Keosius's pale golden eyes. He wore the wealth accumulated by the kingdom over the years, exuding an air of nouveau riche.

"I'd like to see just how capable this Silver Wing really is."