Argument and Audience

Krasus rubbed his beard, looking helpless again. He had seen many of his rigid and stubborn kin who followed every rule of the tribe like monks, doing the same things every day.

—And this newly joined member of the same race in front of me is probably just like that, suffering from a kind of Mental Cleanliness that is particularly common among the Golden Dragon Clan.

Do Krasus have to tell him that this is His Bahamut Your Majesty's own idea?

Krasus hesitated for a moment before replying in a deep voice, "Titus, although we follow justice, the world is not black and white. Sometimes, compromise and sacrifice are necessary."

Just like with that Red Dragon, all we can do is try our best to guide him onto the right path and help him become the force that will resist the Five-Colored Dragon Queen.

We must influence more people to become followers of justice. We should act persistently but subtly in the name of goodness, intervening wherever they are needed, but striving to cause as little harm as possible in the process—this is also part of the Bahamut teachings.

Keosius did not back down, and even "subconsciously" spread his wings and continued to speak eloquently, "This does not mean that we should back down or give in!"

Lord Krasus, believe me, you think you've pleased that Red Dragon, but little do you know—this will only make him more unscrupulous, and he might even become a monster more evil than the Five-Colored Dragon Queen!

Unconditional leniency will only lead to further exploitation; only the iron fist of justice can make those who have gone astray understand the true meaning of fairness!

Keosius stood up, brandished his dragon claws, and spoke with exceptional sincerity. The Golden Dragon present couldn't help but nod in agreement, secretly supporting and affirming him.

The young Golden Dragon —for example, Anher— followed Titus's actions, excitedly standing up and cheering repeatedly, clearly becoming loyal fans.

"Lord Titus is right! We Golden Dragon ignore such matters!"

"Yes, that's our benefactor!"

"In the name of Bahamut, no matter how strong the enemy is, we must not give up!"

Clearly, compared to Krasus's somewhat cruel "Appeasement Policy," this group of Golden Dragon were highly moral and mostly suffered from Mental Cleanliness, were more in line with "Titus's" remarks.

Moreover, Keosius possesses the [Eloquent Speaker] trait, making his words extremely persuasive and far more convincing than the dry arguments of the Ancient Gold Dragon.

If you put him in the Munich Beer Hall in the early 20th century, he could easily steal the future job of an art student.

"They are ultimately a group of juniors; they don't understand the significance of the Third Generation Progenitor Dragon to the clan, and even to the entire dragon race."

Listening to the indignant voices of the Golden Dragon, Krasus sighed deeply and shook his head. He knew that it would be difficult to change the mind of this unfamiliar fellow race.

Golden Dragon that can reach the Ancient Dragon stage are the best of their kind. They are often more persevering than ordinary dragons, but they are also often more stubborn and difficult to change.

As the governor of the Fei An Suo Gold Dragon Council, all Krasus could do was try to minimize the damage.

Thinking of this, the Ancient Gold Dragon said in a heavy voice, "Titus, I agree to your request. You can go and help Walter, but forget about those younger ones. It's too dangerous."

Keosius nodded and replied steadily, "Of course, I cannot let these young Golden Dragon take risks with me; they are not yet capable of shouldering such a responsibility."

"Lord Titus!"

"Grandpa Krasus, I'm willing to go to North Aisel!"

Krasus ignored the young Golden Dragon ' anxious pleas and simply scolded them softly, "Nonsense."

The powerful dragon might of the Ancient Gold Dragon spread out, and the young Golden Dragon who were originally eager to try suddenly trembled, their heads were pressed onto the table, and they couldn't even spread their wings.

"With your strength, you think you can participate in a battle of this level? You'll only cause trouble for Titus!"

After teaching those overconfident Young Dragon a lesson, Krasus turned around and looked at Titus with a slightly regretful yet somewhat envious gaze.

As a fellow Golden Dragon, he could understand the thoughts of this Ancient Gold Dragon. Wasn't he once the same? Thousands of years ago, he too was young and impetuous, determined to uphold justice. He once single-handedly stormed into the Five-Colored Dragon's stronghold and thwarted the Dragon Queen's conspiracy.

But after becoming the Gold Dragon Executive Officer, Krasus shouldered even greater responsibilities—world order, divine faith, and the future of his race. Under such pressure, he could no longer follow his heart and act as he once did. Instead, he had to constantly weigh and compromise, carefully maintaining that fragile balance.

Krasus looked at Titus again and said, "Titus, I must remind you again that this is a war that is almost impossible to win."

"You alone cannot defeat that Red Dragon, and even with the help of the messenger from Mount Paradise, success would be difficult. Your main task is to save Walter's life as much as possible."

"I know, Lord Krasus."

Keosius met the Ancient Gold Dragon's gaze, then a slightly bitter smile appeared on his lips. "But how will we know if we can defeat the enemy if we don't try? No one is invincible. Even an unforgivable sinner like myself, if I can become a candle burning itself out, bringing a little light to the world in the end, I will be content."

"Titus predecessor"

The young Golden Dragon present were deeply moved, touched by the spirit of Ancient Gold Dragon who was willing to sacrifice his life to uphold justice.

Even the Ancient Gold Dragon and the Ancient Gold Dragon sighed with regret, never expecting that this fellow clansman, who was about the same age as them, could have such awareness.

Krasus slowly stepped forward, took out a necklace with a gemstone pendant from the gaps in the scales, and solemnly said, "Titus, may Bahamut, Lord of the North Wind, protect you."

And so, under the watchful eyes of hundreds of Golden Dragon, Titus, or rather Keosius, solemnly lowered his head, allowing the Ancient Gold Dragon to place the necklace around his neck.

"I will never let you down."

Keosius made his promise word by word, his powerful voice echoing in the empty Hall of Justice, giving people a sense of peace and firmness.

Platinum Sacred Heart

It grants the wearer the protection of Bahamut, enabling them to withstand fatal damage in critical moments.

However, in his heart, Keosius secretly rejoiced, "Well done, as expected of the wealthy Golden Dragon, he managed to trick us into giving him a legendary top-tier piece of equipment so easily."

But the Golden Dragon in the Hall of Justice were unaware of the darkness in the heart of this "Senior Titus" who had stepped forward, and they clapped and cheered with admiration.

North Aisel Plains, Collins City, the autumn air is crisp and clear, with a howling north wind.

"Your Grace, please go inside and wait. We will notify you when we have any news."

"No need. I am a descendant of gods. With my physique, I don't need to care about this little breeze."

Walter Graham flatly rejected the captain of the guard's suggestion. He stood atop the tower, waiting nervously, pacing back and forth from time to time, looking quite anxious.

—Because the reinforcements promised to him by the Gold Dragon Executive Officer Krasus are arriving today.

That trip to Mount Paradise left a deep impression on him. Even the mighty Ancient Gold Dragon Krasus seemed somewhat panicked upon hearing the name "Keosius," and even showed signs of wanting to escape.

This also made Walter realize something more profoundly.

—It is impossible to stop the southward advance of the Embers of the Burned Empire by our own strength, let alone defeat that Red Dragon.

Thus, in just a few days, he traveled all over the Feanso Continent and even the multiverse, using all the connections he had built up over the past century to seek help, but unfortunately, few responded.

Amidst the constant conflicts on the Feanso Continent, few forces would risk their lives to oppose that terrifying Red Dragon in the name of so-called "justice and righteousness."

To this day, Walter's allies include mages from the Arcane Hermit Order, Ranger from the Harpers, and the "messenger" Barachiel.

Although he had already gathered a considerable force, the reinforcements from the Golden Dragon Clan were still extremely important to him, since the Metallic Dragon were the most adept at dealing with the Five-Colored Dragon.

Just then, a soldier's scream interrupted his thoughts.

"Look!"

"What, what is that?"

" By On Amanata! I have never seen such a colossal dragon!"

Walter quickly raised his head and looked up at the sky with great excitement, finally seeing the Golden Dragon reinforcements he had been longing for.

"This is."

High in the sky, there was a huge golden dragon, more than thirty meters long from head to tail.

His body was covered in golden scales, like armor cast in gold, reflecting a metallic sheen, and were engraved with some exquisite and mysterious patterns.

Bathed in sunlight, the dragon was surrounded by layers of golden halos, presenting a magnificent sight as if a god had descended.

In an instant, words like dawn, sunrise, and daybreak came to mind for all the soldiers, and they involuntarily lowered their guard.

"Roar--"

The Golden Dragon stretched its neck and roared, emitting a long, drawn-out cry.

Then, flapping his wings, he flew with a unique wave-like motion, gracefully gliding through the air, and finally landed on the city wall, folding his wings.

Even though he moved lightly, the entire city wall still visibly trembled due to his enormous weight.

Keosius looked down at the human before him, maintaining a solemn posture, and slowly said, "Good day, Lord Walter, I am the Ancient Gold Dragon Titus."

I have come on the orders of the Gold Dragon Council, in the name of His Bahamut Your Majesty, to help you resist the invasion of the Red Dragon.

" By On Amanata, thank you for coming!" Walter hurriedly stepped forward, his expression quite excited, his wings trembling.

An Ancient Gold Dragon, as the best among True Dragon, each Ancient Gold Dragon is extremely precious, which is a great help to him.

It seems that the Ancient Gold Dragon Krasus is still a man of loyalty and righteousness. Although he said he didn't support it, he actually extended a helping hand.

"Titus"

Walter repeated the name, then looked up in surprise as if he had thought of something.

"You are the Dragon of Dawn, the Wings of Aurora, spoken of by the Bard? The Golden Dragon who helped the Dwarf repel the orc invasion?"

"Just the exaggeration of mortals," Keosius said calmly, tacitly acknowledging his identity.

"That's great, that's great!"

Walter muttered to himself that things were going better than he had imagined. He never expected that Krasus would send an Ancient Gold Dragon who had defeated Favored by the Gods.

He looked up again, and the badge on the Golden Dragon's chest was shining brightly, confirming his identity—he was indeed a member of the Gold Dragon Council.

"Walter"

Keosius simply called his name softly.

Walter immediately realized that he didn't have much time left, not even enough time to compose himself— the Red Dragon in the north was already eyeing him covetously and could move south at any moment.

"Titus, please come with me. We have made all the necessary preparations to resist the Red Dragon's invasion. And you are the final piece of the puzzle."

Walter led Keosius into the city and into the hall where war strategies were being planned.

There, the nobleman of divine lineage unhesitatingly revealed everything he knew. He explained to Keosius in detail the defenses of North Aisel and introduced allies from all over the world—including the "messenger" Barachiel.

"Even if that Red Dragon is powerful, with our strength, we can make it flee in disarray, or even perish here."

Walter spoke with great enthusiasm, one sentence after another, as if he was trying hard to build up his confidence.

But he was unaware that he was personally leaking all the information to his greatest enemy, who was also the target of this operation— Keosius.

Keosius narrowed his eyes and listened quietly to Walter's words, memorizing them all.

"Lord of Lucia, Messenger Barachiel, is another being with Quasi-divinity power."

"Hehe. I'd like to see for myself what kind of creatures these Celestial Being are made of."

The Embers of the Burned Empire, Dragon Blood Mountain.

The Red Dragon lay coiled on the throne, its massive body, as large as a small mountain and over fifty meters long from head to tail, rising and falling, thick white sulfurous smoke spewing from between its gaping maws.

—This is the emperor of the Embers of the Burned Empire, the supreme ruler of Anzeta, Keosius Klauberwu Norikesius.

Clusters of flames shot up from the cracks in the ground, burning continuously, just like the growing trees and wild grass.

"Boom!"

Suddenly, a thunderous sound rang out, an incomparably powerful pressure descended, a scorching hurricane swept across the entire Dragon Blood Mountain, and molten lava gushed forth from the ground.

The master here has awakened! "Whoosh—"

The Red Dragon suddenly opened its eyes, flames flickering in its pale golden vertical pupils, and a chilling fighting spirit permeated them.

Keosius's lips curled up slightly, a ferocious smile appearing on his crimson Dragon Face.

He extended his massive claws, pointing the sharp tips at a point on the map before him. "Since they're so impatient, let's do as they wish and start from North Aisel."

"It's time to let the world witness my power!"