Silver Dragon

Jennycis looked out the window at the sky, watching the black plumes of smoke rising from the Industrial Zone chimneys, her expression grave.

She parted her lips slightly. "The Embers of the Burned Empire?"

Having traveled all the way from the south, Jennycis witnessed everything in the Empire firsthand, and she truly felt the changes in the lives of the people of Anzeta —a new way of life that she had never seen before.

Undeniably, the lives of the Anzeta people, who were once plagued by hunger and cold, have indeed improved considerably.

But Jennycis also discovered the dangers hidden behind these seemingly beautiful facades—

war.

This country is like a machine tailor-made for war, and everyone is just a cog in this massive machine.

She witnessed firsthand the wars that followed the advent of firearms and artillery in the South, which is the root of her wariness of the Empire.

With the aid of these terrifying weapons, even wars among mortals become incredibly cruel, like Hell descending upon the earth.

Jennycis couldn't imagine the kind of disaster that would befall the entire Fei An Suo once this War Machine was running at full power.

The once fragrant and bird-filled forest was mercilessly destroyed by artillery fire. Humans, Elf, and Halflings were all riddled with bullets, and the earth was scorched and riddled with holes by the bombardment. Moreover, Jennycis, who had been living in human society for hundreds of years, could see that the empire's system was deliberately designed by a certain being behind the scenes—the Embers of the Burned Emperor, Keosius.

Jennycis harbored a deep-seated hostility towards that emperor, believing that the Red Dragon could very well become a threat to the world.

That Red Dragon severely injured her father, destroyed a human kingdom, and built a massive War Machine.

Despite Oszedro's prior instructions not to dwell on past grievances and to assist the Empire in resisting the Demon Invasion, Jennycis still found it difficult to shake off her resentment.

The Melvord Clan are the guardians of the order of Fei An Suo. How can they stand idly by and watch an empire that would obviously undermine peace and destroy order grow stronger?

"Keosius, no matter how powerful you are, I will never give up."

She thought to herself.

Jennycis crossed her arms in front of her, letting her silver hair cascade down her shoulders like a waterfall, her beautiful eyes revealing a resolute look.

Even if her father doesn't support her, she will never give up.

She not only had to defend against the demonic invasion, but also gather intelligence on the empire, find the Red Dragon's weakness, and do her best to nip the threat in the bud.

Olivia is still too inexperienced.

The Young Silver Dragon was blinded by the empire's beautiful facade and seduced by the Red Dragon's words.

Jenny was confident that she would never make such a mistake.

Suddenly, the phone rang urgently. Olivia took out the communicator from her pocket, looked at the message on it, and her pretty face immediately showed surprise.

"Keosius is awake!"

She said it with a cheerful tone.

Olivia turned to Jennycis: "And Aunt, His Lord Lang Pu said that Keosius would be happy to meet with you."

Now?

"Yes, now."

But Olivia seemed to remember something, and worry appeared in her eyes. She hesitated for a moment, then said softly, "Aunt, I still hope that you can put aside your prejudice, especially when we meet later."

She gazed at Jenny's equally blue-gray eyes with a serious expression.

"Regardless of your views on the Empire, it would be unwise to clash with Keosius at this critical juncture."

Demons have always been Mellward's greatest enemy, and his grandfather has dedicated nearly a thousand years to keeping demons outside the Prime Material Plane.

"Of course I know."

Jennycis sighed softly, interrupting the other person.

"Olivia, you are still too naive. My point of view remains the same: the enemy of my enemy is not necessarily my friend, and fighting against demons cannot change the brutal nature of the empire."

Of course, I will still complete the task my father assigned me, and I won't be foolish enough to confront that Red Dragon head-on at this time.

"The Pearl of Kolda" Jennycis.

However, she also has another title that is widely known among the good faction— Silver Scale.

As the daughter of Oszedro, she is recognized within her clan as the silver Silver Dragon whose personality is most similar to that of the Silver Wing.

Stubborn, hates evil, and is intelligent.

Olivia knew she couldn't change her aunt's mind, so she could only nod and say, "Okay, I'll take you there."

She led the way to the Imperial Parliament Hall —where there was a portal leading directly to North Wind Fortress.

Jenny watched Olivia's retreating figure with a slight frown.

Just now, when she learned that Keosius had awakened, she noticed that Olivia's emotions were a little strange. Was it surprise?

Has she truly succumbed to that Red Dragon?

The elders of the tribe mostly approved of Olivia becoming the so-called "senator" of the empire, believing that she could play a role and lead the empire toward justice.

But now it seems that things may not be so.

You should know that Olivia is a junior whom her father has high hopes for.

She is only eighty years old, yet she has become Archmage at such a young age, and is expected to become the successor of the Melvord Clan a thousand years from now.

Young dragons always make mistakes; hopefully, I'm just mistaken, Jennycis thought.

Ripples spread through the space, and Olivia and Jenny appeared out of thin air in the Administrative Hall of North Wind Fortress.

"Good day, Ms. Olivia."

"Furthermore, you must be the envoy sent to see His Majesty. Please follow me."

The Half-Dragon guard had been waiting for a long time. The captain stepped forward and said respectfully.

"OK."

Jennycis nodded slightly and gave a polite smile.

But she sensed the guard's distinct Red Dragon features—folded ears, scarlet scales, and the smell of Sulfur Scent.

Her eyes unconsciously revealed hostility.

Half-Red Dragon.

At least in Fei An Suo, such beings are mostly mercenaries from Hell, servants of dragons, or high-ranking members of the Tiamat Church.

Ordinary Red Dragon are not capable of bestowing such a high concentration of dragon blood; therefore, those who receive this "gift" are usually Tiamat's most devout followers.

For centuries, Jenny had often fought against these ferocious-looking creatures, but in Anzeta, she was about to become allies with these Half-Red Dragon.

Such a contrast was really hard for her to accept.

"My father instructed me to do this."

"This is all for the mission."

Jennycis followed behind the guards, she thought to herself.

Olivia, on the other hand, was already quite adept at dealing with these "evil races" after serving as a councilor in the Empire for a year.

Soon, under the guard of soldiers, they arrived at the foot of Dragon Mountain —the location of the royal palace.

Jenny looked up at the magnificent palace, forged from steel and rock and Become One the mountains, her expression solemn.

She could tell at a glance that the palace was not built by human hands, but was created directly by some kind of magical ability.

Moreover, she keenly noticed that the palace was extremely exquisite, and even her father, a legendary mage, would probably have had to expend a great deal of effort to complete it.

"This is His Majesty's residence?"

"This should be it."

Olivia looked somewhat surprised; in just one year, the palace where she had once lived had undergone such a dramatic change.

Although it doesn't look completely different from the outside, it is much larger than before, occupying almost half of Dragon Mountain.

"Boom--"

The heavy door slowly opened, and Olivia and Jennycis entered one after the other.

After walking that long road, they finally saw the main hall of the palace, with hundreds of stone steps in front of it.

We'll be meeting again.

"He must have become stronger by now."

For some reason, Olivia felt a little nervous as she looked at the palace gate carved with a majestic dragon head.

Compared to the scene in her memory, the palace had become much taller and more majestic, but it was still filled with the familiar smell of sulfur.

Olivia was quite certain that this was Keosius's residence.

Jennycis also felt the immense pressure surrounding her.

Dragon's Might.

Moreover, it possessed an extremely powerful dragon's might, enough to instill Fearful Tremors a fully grown Silver Dragon like her—something even her father couldn't achieve.

Even the previous Grand Elder she had met, the Ancient Silver Dragon who was over two thousand years old, did not possess such powerful dragon might.

The Red Dragon was more powerful than she had imagined.

Thinking of this, Jenny became even more vigilant. She took a deep breath, beads of sweat seeping from her fair skin, her silver-gray eyes filled with seriousness.

"Boom--"

The palace gates burst open with a roar.