As a Dragon King, Jormungandr had fought countless battles and personally slain innumerable powerful Second Generation Dragons who coveted the throne and dared challenge her authority...
Even betrayal by those at her side, even facing an army alone—none of it had been more than a few hardships to her.
Yet in her thousands of years of life, she had never encountered anything so bizarre. Someone had actually claimed to be Fenrir's older brother right in front of her, even saying that, rounding up, he was also the King of Earth and Mountains...
This was the first time she had ever seen someone usurp a throne this way!
While Xia Mi was too stunned to speak, Amon turned to Fenrir and said:
"Come, Fenrir. This is my little sister. Call her Big Sister."
"Huh?" Fenrir stared with his lantern-sized eyes, his face full of confusion.
...But I already call her Big Sister.
Oh, I get it. My good friend must have sworn brotherhood with Big Sister too. He's the eldest, Big Sister is the second eldest, so I'm the third brother!
As expected of my good friend—no, Big Brother. Even Big Sister is willing to rank beneath him.
"B-Big Sister?" Fenrir asked tentatively.
Xia Mi did not respond. Her head was still buzzing, her thoughts a mess... What exactly had happened?
"Little Sister, are you too shocked to speak?" Amon looked immensely pleased with himself.
Xia Mi nodded dumbly. "Indeed... I'm shocked."
She grabbed Amon's hand and strode away from Fenrir.
Fenrir watched as the two vanished into the dark tunnel, then tilted his head.
"Hey... Little Sister, don't be scared. Your little brother is very well-behaved. He isn't some vicious Dragon Kind like Kassel College says... What one learns from books is always shallow; true understanding comes only through experience..."