The night slowly spreads over Verdant Gardens.
When the last ray of twilight faded from the treetops, Fae became active again.
Red Emperor, whom they admire and like the most, has left Verdant Gardens and returned to Material Plane.
Faes are a little reluctant to give up.
However, this does not prevent them from continuing to live their own happy lives.
Vera yawned in the hole of the old oak tree, his wings lazily stretched out and then folded back.
The morning light leaked through the gaps in the leaves, casting mottled light spots on her scales. It was warm and made her whole dragon feel a little lazy.
It's good weather today.
Fey Wilds The weather is always good, but today is particularly good.
The wind carried the sweet fragrance of ripe berries, and the playful laughter of Flower Sprites could be heard in the distance. Even the clouds above our heads dispersed cleanly, revealing the clear Blue Dragon.
"Vera-sama is also full of energy today."
Fairy Dragon faced a small mirror hanging in the tree hole, turned his head left and right, and admired his delicate little horns with satisfaction.
She stretched out her paws to wipe off the dust on the left corner, and used the tip of her tail to straighten the angle of the mirror.
After looking at it carefully for a while, he nodded.
She was about to start her day as a guardian.
As a guardian, Vera's responsibilities, or the responsibilities she assigned herself, are quite broad.
According to her own explanation, in addition to the basic responsibilities of guarding safety, guardians, more importantly, can "ensure that all interesting things can happen normally."
As for how to implement it, it depends on Mr. Vera's mood that day.
At the same time.
Outside the tree hole, several Pixie were dancing around a glowing mushroom.
Seeing her showing her head, Pixies waved their little hands to say hello.
"Wow, it's Master Vera, you're awake."
"The wisteria bushes in the west are blooming tonight. We are going to collect honey. Do you want to come with us?"
Vera flicked its tail, emerged from the tree hole, landed on the branches, and scanned them condescendingly.
"Wisteria Nectar."
She tilted her head and said in a nonchalant tone, "It's so sweet, only you naive little ones like it."
Saying this, Vera didn't just walk away.
She slid down the tree trunk and landed in the middle of Pixie. She flapped her wings slightly and shook off the sawdust on her scales.
"But, since you have sincerely invited me——-Vera-sama, I will reluctantly go with you."
Pixies cheered and surrounded her as she flew towards the west.
The wisteria bush is indeed blooming.
Strings of lavender flowers hang down between the branches and leaves, one after another, from the highest point of the vine to the ground.
The sweet fragrance of the flowers was so strong that it almost had weight, attracting swarms of fireflies and Flower Sprite.
Vera sat on a thick vine, watching Pixie stumble among the flowers holding petals larger than themselves, their tails swaying slightly.
And not long after, she started another job of her own.
Patrol.
This is the solemn duty of the guardian, and Vera arranges it on time.
Fairy Dragon starts from the mushroom circle in the east of the countryside and flies along the path opened by Fae to Firefly Swamp in the west.
The paths were winding and winding, and in some places narrow enough for her to squeeze through sideways.
But she has long been familiar with it, and even with her eyes closed, she knows where there are twists and turns.
Along the way, Vera walked and stopped.
Stop in front of each newly bloomed flower and open the petals to see if there are any pests hiding inside; knock twice on the trunk of each old tree to hear if the tree spirit is still awake; drive a few Hedgehog Bugs that are trying to steal berries back to the bushes where they belong.
After doing this, it's time to get down to business.
For Vera.
There is always only one important thing to do, tell a story.
Vera landed in the center of the largest mushroom circle. Not long after she landed, Fae was already sitting around her.
These are her loyal listeners who show up on time every time she gives a lecture and are never absent.
"As mentioned last time, the great Red Emperor made Bronze Dragon King find his way back----"
"That was already mentioned a month ago."
A Pixie raised its little hand in protest with a high-pitched voice.
"Okay, let's tell it again from the beginning so that you don't forget the important details."
Vera remained calm, cleared his throat, curled his tail in front of his body, and assumed a lecture posture.
Fae people chirped and laughed.
They have become accustomed to Vera's storytelling style.
There are new details every time, and each time Red Emperor's achievements are a little more exaggerated than the last time, and sometimes even the chronological order changes.
But Fae never cares whether the story is true or false.
They only care about whether the story is good and whether it can make them scream in shock.
The whole morning passed in the mushroom circle like this.
When Vera finished his speech today, the sun had already risen directly above his head.
She took back the end of the last story, patted the dust off her paws, and glanced at the unfinished expressions of the audience with satisfaction.
In the afternoon, it is a prank.
This is the most anticipated time of the day for Fairy Dragon.
Vera did not return to the tree hole after leaving the mushroom circle. He changed direction and flew quietly over the fruit trees to the north of the countryside.
The trees in the orchard are very tall.
The branches and leaves are luxuriant, and the sunlight can only leak through the gaps, spreading out a patch of gold on the ground.
She hides in the shadows of the tree canopy, her scales clinging to the trunk, hiding herself among the leaves, and patiently waiting for her prey.
The first unlucky guy soon appeared.
A beetle knight, that is, little Fae riding on the back of a beetle, is marching forward along the branches with great pride.
The six legs of the big beetle move in perfect harmony, and each step is full of momentum.
The knight wore a helmet made of grass stems on his head, with a red feather stuck on the top of the helmet, swaying gently in the wind, looking very majestic.
Vera squinted his eyes and aimed at the target.
Whoosh.
She popped out a drop of gum she had collected last night, with excellent accuracy, and landed right in front of the Beetle Knight's mount.
As soon as the beetle stepped on it, the sticky gum immediately wrapped around its legs. After a few struggles, the beetle was completely stuck in place, unable to move forward. The little knight fell over the beetle, and the feathers on his helmet were crooked.
Vera hid behind the leaves, covered his mouth and snickered.
The second unlucky guy is two Flower Sprite who are in love.
They sat side by side on the edge of the petals of a lily of the valley, very close to each other, their tentacles gently touching each other, looking very affectionate.
Vera approaches quietly.
Then, she calculated the angle correctly and used her wings to fan the air.
The air flow was impartial and just blew the petals where Flower Sprites were sitting.
The two Flower Sprite were caught off guard, screaming and jumping up at the same time, bumping into each other in the air, and then rolled into the stamens deep in the petals together, and were covered in sticky pollen.
"Ah ha, the prank was a success."
Fairy Dragon flew out of hiding with a strange smile, hanging in the air to admire his masterpiece.
By the time the Flower Sprites crawled out of the flowers in embarrassment, their heads covered with pollen and wanted to chase her, she had already flown away, leaving only a string of triumphant laughter echoing among the flowers.
That's it.
By the time Fairy Dragon finally walked around Verdant Gardens's corners and messed with every place he could cause trouble, it was already night.
As the night gets darker, the light spots of fireflies become sparse.
Fae's noise gradually subsided into soft whispers.
Vera flapped its wings and landed on a short tree on the edge of Verdant Gardens.
This tree was shorter than the one she usually rested on, but the view was very good. Sitting against the trunk of the tree, she could have a panoramic view of the entire meadow.
She hung her tail between the branches, folded her wings at her sides, and raised her head to look at the moon above her head.
Looking out from where we are, the meadow of Fey Wilds glows with a silvery white luster under the moonlight. Countless tiny light spots are like scattered stardust, floating slowly in the night wind, flickering in and out, as if the earth is breathing.
She squinted for a while and her nose moved.
The evening breeze blew from the end of the meadow, bringing with it a strange smell.
"This smell----doesn't belong to any Fae of Verdant Gardens."
Vera tilted his head, unfolded his wings silently, slid down from the short tree, fell into the grass, and then tiptoed towards the meadow.
She pushed aside a clump of weeds that was as high as her head, stuck her head out and looked forward, then was stunned for a moment.
In the middle of the meadow, stood a Fairy Dragon.
It is slightly larger than her, about half the length of its tail, and its scales are light golden.
He was looking up at the sky with his head raised, his tail curled slowly behind him, loosening and curling up from time to time, looking both leisurely and alert.
Since they are not evil spirits, there is no need to be too vigilant.
Vera emerged from the grass, shook the grass seeds and broken leaves on the scales, and dropped them generously on a flat stone.
The position of the stone was half higher than the meadow ground, just enough for her to stand on it and look down at the other person.
She crossed her front paws, raised her chin slightly, and looked down at this unfamiliar Fairy Dragon.
"Hey, you."
She raised her chin and said, "This is the scope of Verdant Gardens. It is rare to see Fairy Dragon wandering around. Who are you?"
The light golden Fairy Dragon turned around.
After he saw Vera, his eyes lit up, as if he had discovered something interesting, and then a rather exaggerated smile appeared on his face.
He spread his wings and bowed slightly towards her.
"Ah, you must be Master Vera."
He said respectfully, "I have admired your great name for a long time. I have admired your great name for a long time."
"I have heard about your deeds, Verdant Gardens's guardian, Fey Wilds the most amazing Fairy Dragon, when many Fae mentioned you, their eyes lit up like stars."
Vera's ears moved and the tip of its tail was slightly raised.
She cleared her throat and tried to make her voice steady, sounding more like a real big shot. "That's right, it's Mr. Vera. You do have some knowledge."
The light golden Fairy Dragon bowed again. "My name is Naitar. I am just a wandering Fairy Dragon. I occasionally walk around, listen to stories, and see new things."
Vera tilted his head.
Naitar----It does sound familiar, as if I have heard it somewhere, but I can't remember the specific occasion.
She flicked her tail to put this thought aside, jumped two steps forward, and landed on a closer stone, looking at the other person's scales and expression with interest.
"Have you heard my story?"
"It's more than just hearsay."
Naitar spread out his front paws exaggeratedly, and opened his wings half way, "I am a super fan of Red Emperor. I know every part of the legend about Red Emperor Pale Star by heart, from the rise in the wilderness to the battle to sweep the Dragon King."
Vera raised his chin and his tail waggled behind him even more happily.
"Hmm."
She cleared her throat and said, "That's natural. Vera's stories are always the most exciting. Is there anything else you want to say?"
"When it comes to compliments, Mr. Vera never gets too many compliments."
Naitar took a few steps closer, with a smile still on his face.
"In terms of compliments, I do have many, many, many, many, many, many, many things to praise, but that's--"
He paused, tilted his head, and his tone suddenly became hesitant, "I feel ashamed to say that although I have heard so many stories about Red Emperor, I have never seen the existence of the Dragon Emperor with my own eyes."
"Sometimes I can't help but think----"
"Would the splendor and majesty in those stories be slightly modified?"
He said, using his two front paws to mark a small distance, but with an innocent look on his face.
Vera's wings suddenly straightened.
"You are doubting the great Red Emperor."
Her voice rose slightly.
"Not a suspicion."
Naitar waved his hands quickly, with a aggrieved and sincere expression. He waved his paws in front of his chest and hurriedly explained, "I just, how should I put it, seeing is believing."
"Such a great story, if I could see Red Emperor with my own eyes, even just from a distance, I would be satisfied."
Vera took a deep breath, so full that her pigeon-sized chest was bulging.
Fae who don't believe in Red Emperor are all inferior Fae.
It's rare to meet someone who knows the truth, but he doesn't completely believe it.
This kind of doubt was simply unbearable for her.
"Hmph, since you don't believe it, then Master Vera will let you see with your own eyes the majestic demeanor of Red Emperor."
Vera said.
Naitar blinked his eyes and took half a step back, his expression full of curiosity and expectation.
"Oh, really? That's what I really want."
Vera took off and flew to the most open airspace above the meadow.
She closed her eyes, breathed evenly, and concentrated.
Red scales, wide wingspan, majestic muscles like mountains, and an aura full of oppression.
Vera had laid on the bridge of his nose and squatted between his horns countless times, and I remember every detail clearly.
She tensed her body, gathered her energy, and used her special Shapeshifting Spell.
"Appear, great Red Emperor Pale Star."
She shouted with great energy, spread her wings, and assumed the most majestic posture of Red Emperor in her memory.
Then she activated the spell.
Light flashed.
In the reflection on the meadow, there is indeed a giant dragon squatting.
Red scales, thick limbs, broad wings----
The body shapes are somewhat aligned, but the overall shape is completely out of shape.
It is round and round, with a bulging belly, as if it has swallowed a whole beehive; its stubby limbs can hardly reach the ground, each one is ridiculously short; its tail is as short as a carrot, pitifully curled up behind it.
The whole dragon looks like a red-skinned fruit with wings.
Vera was stunned, looking down at his reflection, blinking twice, but his mind still hadn't turned around.
At the same time, an exaggerated laugh came from the opposite side.
Naitar was lying on the ground, covering his stomach with his front paws, his wings were shaking with laughter, and the whole dragon huddled up and rolled in the grass.
"Hahaha, this, is this the style of Red Emperor?"
"It's chubby, hahahahaha, it's so, so funny."
Strange.
Why did my spell fail?
Vera gritted his teeth, exited the transformed state, and shook his head.
She was obviously very serious about that moment just now, and she shouldn't have made such a mistake.
"It was just a small mistake, please keep an eye on it."
This time she was more serious. She closed her eyes and took deep breaths several times, and reorganized the texture of each scale of Red Iron Dragon, the curvature of each claw toe, and the angle when the wings were unfolded.
The light came on again, stronger than last time.
Then, she turned into a dragon with two heads.
The head on the left is ridiculously big, even bigger than a normal dragon's head, with its mouth half-open, revealing a row of uneven teeth; the one on the right is only the size of a fist, huddled next to the shoulders, looking particularly pitiful.
One wing is long and the other is short, making the whole dragon look crooked.
The four legs were of different lengths, and it was difficult to stand on the ground. He couldn't even stand firmly. He swayed from side to side twice before he managed to stabilize himself.
"Is this the new look of Red Emperor? Hahahahaha."
Naitar laughed so hard that he bent down.
He forgot to flap his wings, and his whole body fell into the grass with a plop. He held his stomach and rolled, his tail swung behind him, causing the grass blades around him to fly everywhere, and he even burst into tears from the corners of his eyes.
Vera let out an annoyed growl and tried for the third time.
After the light flashed, she turned into a dragon covered with mushrooms, with mushrooms of various colors sprouting densely between the scales, looking like a moving garden.
Naitar was laughing so hard that he was speechless. The whole dragon lay twitching in the grass.
At the same time, Vera finally reacted.
She stared at the light golden Fairy Dragon opposite, changed from the mushroom dragon form back to her own appearance, pounced fiercely, and landed in front of him, her wings spread out angrily, and her vertical pupils shrank to a slit.
"You, it's your fault."
"You're interfering with me!"
Naitar finally stopped laughing, wiped the tears from the corner of his eyes with one paw, and waved the other paw towards her, still panting. "I'm sorry, sorry, I'm really sorry."
"It's just a little prank, I just couldn't help it."
"You are also Fairy Dragon, so you can definitely understand, right?"
He blinked his eyes, his expression full of innocence, Vera stopped in front of him and stared at him for a long time.
Of course she understands pranks, because she does them herself several times a day.
However, she used to do it to others, but today it was done to her.
She also had to admit that this guy was really powerful.
A spell that can interfere with her silently, and she doesn't even know when she was hit. It is definitely not an ordinary Fairy Dragon.
Finally, Vera snorted.
"Vera has a broad mind. I will forgive you this time. Since we are the same kind, we will not do the same again."
she said.
Naitar immediately got up and took a step closer as if to please. "I knew Master Vera wouldn't care about such a trivial matter. Your mind is as broad as the night sky Fey Wilds."
"Stop doing this."
Vera swung his tail, but couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth, then quickly flattened them down and put on a serious expression.
"Tell me, what are you doing here Verdant Gardens? You can't be wandering around Fairy Dragon and traveling such a long way just to listen to stories."
"Don't say you were just passing by."
Vera is not stupid.
She was already keenly aware that the Fairy Dragon in front of her came with a certain purpose.
Naitar tilted his head.
The playful smile on his face softened a bit, and his tail slowly circled half a circle and rested on his front paws.
"You saw through it.
, "I really didn't just wander here. I just wanted to see with my own eyes how the Faes of Verdant Gardens are doing."
He raised his head and blinked, "After all, this place is so famous."
"Red Emperor appears occasionally, and all kinds of Fae are ten times more active than other settlements. Even the most traditional tree spirits are discussing Dragon Empire's affairs."
"I think it's funny, that's all."
Vera tilted her head and examined him for a while. After a while, she turned around and waved her tail. "Okay, Master Vera is in a good mood today, so I will take you shopping Verdant Gardens."
"Follow closely, don't get lost."
Naitar followed happily, flapped its wings gently, and landed beside her.
Vera led him through the berry forest, around the small pond, and walked in a complete circle along the Fae path.
Along the way, she pointed at the places she was already familiar with and introduced them one by one.
Here is the lily of the valley bush where the Flower Sprites often gather, and over there is the tree hole where the Pixies hide their toys. Under the tallest oak tree in the distance lives a tree spirit who is not very talkative but is good at making honey...
Look at some Fae people curiously came over to take a look at this new visitor.
After looking at it for a few times, he quickly dispersed and continued his own business.
Naitar followed quietly, occasionally nodding, and occasionally letting out a few words of praise. He seemed quite honest.
His eyes passed over the positions of the Aura guards several times, but he just glanced away and looked away without showing excessive concern.
But Vera has not forgotten the prank just now.
After basically completing a circle, she was flying in front, rolling her eyes, and suddenly had an idea.
When passing a low bush, she slowed down, pointed with the tip of her tail to a plant with small purple flowers and thick, shiny leaves in front of her, and spoke seriously.
"Did you see that Fragrant Flower plant?"
"It is one of the rarest flowers Verdant Gardens. One smell can last for three days."
"Why don't you come closer and try, Fae usually doesn't have this chance."
Naitar looked in the direction she pointed, with curious eyes. "Really? You have to take a good smell."
Vera suppressed laughter and stepped aside to make room for Naitar.
Naitar landed next to the plant, leaned down, and put his head in front of the purple flower.
In the center of the flower, a burst of rich yellow-green gas suddenly erupted.
At the same time, a strong wind blew from the downwind without warning, picking up all the gas and sweeping towards Fairy Dragon Vera.
Vera was caught off guard.
Before she could hide, a strong stench flooded into her nostrils, as if a hundred skunks had been crowded in the same hole for three months, mixed with mud and moldy berries, and made her lean back.
Vera flapped his wings and backed away, tears streaming from his eyes.
And Naitar was standing next to Stinky Flower, laughing so hard that he couldn't stand upright.
"Sir Vera, you still need to practice your prank skills. Compared with me, you seem to be too young."
Fairy Dragon blushed.
She fanned the wind twice with her tail and rushed towards Naitar with her teeth and claws bared. "Stop right here, I'm going to sprinkle ashes in your nose!"
The light golden Fairy Dragon jumped back and spread its wings with a splash.
He spun nimbly in mid-air and waved his paw towards her, with an exaggerated smile on his face, but his figure had begun to blur.
"That's it for today."
"Verdant Gardens is indeed a good place. I will come here again. When we meet next time, Mr. Vera will have to think of more fun pranks."
His figure is getting lighter and lighter.
In the blink of an eye, it completely disappeared into the night deep in the meadow, not even the tip of its tail was left.
Vera stood on the grass, bared his teeth at the empty meadow, and spread his wings vigorously.
"Damn----!"
She muttered in a low voice, turned to look at her stinky scales, couldn't help but wrinkled her nose again, rubbed her chest with her front paws, sniffed hard, and looked away in disgust.
Afterwards, Vera went to wash away the odor from his body.
She soaked in the pond for a long time and rubbed it with flower petals several times. She refused to stop until the smell was completely gone.
Returning to his tree hole, Fairy Dragon wrapped himself up with his tail unhappily, huddled in a nest made of soft moss, closed his eyes and planned to put the night behind him.
However, Vera tossed and turned and couldn't sleep. The more he reviewed the game, the more angry he became.
"Unexpectedly----I was teased from beginning to end."
She opened her eyes, stared at the tree roots hanging from the ceiling of the cave, murmured to herself, and then clenched her paws, "Next time we meet him, Mr. Vera must let him roll into the Stinky Flower bushes next time."
Vera gradually calmed down and his breathing gradually calmed down.
But at the same time, an idea quietly emerged.
Naitar, Naitar, Naitar----
This is definitely not the first time I heard this name.
Vera turned over and sat up, coiled his tail in front of him, tilted his head and thought for a long time, then flew to the branches of the old oak tree, curled his tail between the branches, and hung upside down to think.
She always likes to think about things like this, feeling that it can congest her brain and make her smarter.
After a few minutes, Vera's breathing stagnated.
She finally remembered.
False dragon and Fairy Dragon God, the mischievous god of mischief and play.
He never cared about the serious affairs of the dragons, but instead mingled among the chaotic forest gods and the playful goblin tribe, mingling with the Faes.
He likes to be in lively areas and loves mischief and fun.
He likes to tease others, and likes to see others angry and helpless against Him.
He has more than one name, and different titles are circulated in different Fae gathering places.
Naitar·Skya Sak.
This is one of His many old names.
Thinking of this, Vera almost fell off the branch, her tail tightly wrapped around the branch, preventing her body from hitting the bushes under the tree.
"That light golden Fairy Dragon----is----"
She was stunned for a while with her mouth open, and then slowly closed her mouth.
At the same time.
Joyful Court, the country of mini ethnic gods.
Woodland and Palace, streams and corridors, sea of flowers and domes----
They coexist in the same space, overlapping and intertwining, as if someone has stacked countless layers of canvas on top of each other, but they do not obscure each other.
Every step you take here will step on different ground.
One second it was bluestone, the next it turned into soft moss, and the next step we stepped into a shallow stream.
And all these transitions are smooth and will not cause anyone to stumble.
In a small pavilion made of wisteria and moonstone, a fairy sat on the main seat.
Her figure is slightly larger than an adult human's hand, and her four wings, as thin as cicada wings, flutter slightly behind her.
In the light purple eyes, the trajectory of the stars overlaps with the cycle of the four seasons.
It's like the whole sky is contained in those eyes.
Suddenly, a figure jumped out from among the flowers and landed on the opposite side.
"Titania, Titania."
Naitar stretched out his head and leaned forward. "I found a fun place, it's at Fey Wilds, called Verdant Gardens."
"Would you like to go and have a look too?"
Fairy Dragon said eagerly, putting his front paws on the edge of the stone table and leaning forward.
Titania.
The guardian of all Fae, the master of Joyful Court, and the most respected existence among the gods of the mini race.
This powerful being who stands at the top among the gods, most of the time, just sits quietly in this garden, watching the small lives she protects.
"Naitar, I have been watching there for a long time."
"From the moment the dragon emperor of Material Plane set foot on Fey Wilds, I have been watching here."
"I watched Red Dragon Banner fluttering in the wind of Fey Wilds, and watched Material Plane life and Fae grow from being curious about each other to becoming familiar with each other, and now sitting side by side on the same grass sharing honey and stories."
She spoke softly, her voice like water flowing over stones.
Fairy Dragon clicked his tongue dissatisfiedly. "Ah, it turns out that you have known about such a fun place for a long time, why didn't you tell me earlier?"
Titania then raised his eyes and glanced at him.
"Because, I don't want you to disturb Verdant Gardens."
Naitar blinked his eyes and immediately prepared to argue. He opened his mouth and was about to say something, but found that his body began to become illusory and he was about to be expelled from the flower pavilion.
"Wait, wait."
He became anxious and flapped his wings twice, "I just——"
Titania raised one hand and waved lightly with his fingertips.
Naitar's body shape disappeared into the air layer by layer from the tip of its tail to the tip of its nose, leaving only the final sound, "----Want to play."
Silence returned to the pavilion.
Titania lowered her eyes, and a ray of gaze crossed the boundary of Joyful Court and landed on Verdant Gardens, who had been staring at her for a long time.
As a powerful Deity, she watches all Fae gathering places at the same time. Her consciousness is like a spreading network, covering countless settlements at the same time, and she can sense the movement in every corner.
And among all the gathering places for Fae, her emphasis on Verdant Gardens ranks first.
The reason is also very simple.
This gathering place has a close relationship with the dragon.
That Red Iron Dragon is not simple either.
In addition to being extremely talented, he also has a strange soul in his body, which made Titania cast his first glance at him.
Otherworldly Soul, is not uncommon in the eyes of gods.
Every god with the life of the Eternal Realm has seen more than one Otherworldly Soul, and is no longer surprised by this.
Where are they from?
Even the gods are not completely sure about this, and can only speculate that it comes from some mysterious place outside the known world.
But what is certain is that these Otherworldly Soul love humans the most.
Secondly, there is the giant dragon.
In addition to humans and dragons, there are even existences such as Goblins, Slime, mushrooms, skeletons, and spiders, but their numbers are extremely rare.
Life with Otherworldly Soul is always different, with talents and minds that are stronger than those of the same race.
The most important thing is that they are good at creating cracks in the established destiny trajectory. If they do not die prematurely, they will surely grow into the overlord of a party.
Titania also witnessed the continuous growth of Red Iron Dragon.
She was certain that this giant dragon's future achievements would be extraordinary.
This determination became especially strong after she saw that Red Iron Dragon was able to Ascension to Godhood but refused Ascension to Godhood.
The most important thing is that Red Iron Dragon and Fae get along very harmoniously.
He doesn't treat Fae as an insignificant thing like other dragons, nor does he treat Fae as a dispensable embellishment like some gods.
Fae people also love him and respect him.
For Titania, Fae is the most important.
She cares about everything about Fae, from their happiness to their sorrow, from their play to their tranquility, everything is under her care.
Then, the love of Fae people infected her.
She also loves this dragon.
"Tiamat, Bahamut."
"You don't cherish your own people and ignore their lives, but Fae has never been stingy in showing love and has never been shy in expressing acceptance."
Titania thought to himself.
Since Red Iron Dragon can live comfortably in Fey Wilds, and Faes truly support him, then if Joyful Court extends an olive branch to him, he may not refuse.
Besides, there is already a precedent.
Naitar, this pseudo-dragon and Fairy Dragon God, were once members of Dragon Pantheon.
He originally belonged to the dragon camp, but the other giants Dragon God were only dissatisfied and disgusted with his pranks and playfulness, and severely reprimanded him every time.
Then, Faes accepted him with open arms.
Now he is a member of the goblin clan and belongs to Joyful Court.
He lived much happier among the Faes than with the dragon.
But this guy is obsessed with pranks all day long and doesn't do anything serious. He wanders around Fae settlements all day long looking for fun. It's basically impossible to expect him to help with anything serious.
Red Iron Dragon is different.
He has goals, plans, action, and a complete world view and code of conduct. If he can join Joyful Court, he will definitely become a sharp blade that understands both strength and gentleness.
However, now is not the time to extend an olive branch.
There is neither favor nor deep friendship.
Why can it be trusted and recognized?
Titania knows very well that even she cannot demand him to belong to Joyful Court just because "Faes like him".
The other party is a dragon who established an empire, so he is very subjective.
She needs a chance, a chance for both parties to build trust and friendship.
"Tiamat----This evil god likes to play games very much, but what's the point of bullying the weak?"
Titania smiled slightly, a glimmer of light flashing in his light purple eyes.
No chance now, but that's okay.
Evil Dragon God will personally create opportunities for her.