"..."
The Shell Maiden's expression changed. She first swept her gaze around. There was no one, no demons—especially no Foxes. Then she studied the Young Dragon closely.
"Ha..." The Young Dragon let out another long yawn. Its pupils were somewhat deep from not having slept enough. It had actually just woken from a long sleep, but the moment it thought of matters needing handling, it could not help feeling drowsy again.
Nothing had changed. Where had the Young Dragon gotten such an idea?
After thinking for a moment, the Shell Maiden said, "Of course there are. Some gods even wish to pay you a visit, but they simply have not found a way in. Why do you suddenly ask?"
As she spoke, she watched intently. She had originally intended to report this to the Dragon Lord, but some urgent matter had delayed her. She had not expected that upon returning, the Dragon Lord would ask about it herself.
The Young Dragon shook its head, stood up, and paced back and forth across the floor with a crackle, its little fists clenched. "I am the Dragon Lord. I need to pull myself together too! I'll beat every Water God into submission!"
"Excellent. They should have submitted to you in the first place." The Shell Maiden felt this was entirely right and immediately agreed. To her, Water Gods submitting to the Dragon Lord was simply the way heaven and earth ordained.
Yet after agreeing, she observed it with a subtle expression. Though it was only proper, the Young Dragon had not been Dragon Lord for long. Even with the inheritance of the previous Dragon Lord, that sort of "kingly, domineering aura" did not seem like something that could be gained through inheritance.
What had made the little Young Dragon Lord decide to