"Is there something wrong with me that easily attracts problematic dragons—or are most dragons at the Immortal-tier simply problematic?"
Garos pondered inwardly, considering the question.
He recalled every Immortal-tier dragon he had encountered thus far.
The numbers were small, but not a single one was normal.
The Bronze Dragon King, an unyielding, chauvinistic warrior, was paranoid about justice and bloodlines to a degree that even made Garos hold him in awe.
Ignas the red dragon was capable of both great flexibility and compromise.
A majestic, magnificent dragon could shamelessly call his own descendant "Father," and his speed in changing expressions left a lasting impression on Garos.
Then there was the undead black dragon before him, Necroxus.
He was an emperor of an empire, having ruled and managed the Undead Empire for God knows how long, commanding numerous Immortal Undead, and forging a realm of death shrouded in negative energy.
Within his domain, he was the supreme monarch, a being worshipped by countless undead.
His will was everything.
And yet—
When caught in his true form, he lacked even a shred of the dignity and demeanor belonging to an empire's master and an Immortal Dragon.
Compared to him, the red dragon Ignas had a strong sense of self-respect.
"One and all, they possess extraordinary skills...
"Could it be that dragons at the Immortal-tier, after living long enough, no longer care about any dignity whatsoever?"
"Or is it precisely because they don't care about dignity, and in order to survive and grow stronger, they can use any means necessary and cast everything aside, that they manage to live until they become Immortal? The others must have died halfway there long ago."
It was hard for Garos not to think this way.
After all, apart from himself, the three Immortal Dragons he had