Chapter 110 (continued)

Even if this apprentice is riding a blue contraption that's thrashing about, looking like a clown in a puppet theater, or a toy worker at an amusement park, or a patient with severe epilepsy whose brain has short-circuited and can't control their behavior, I still can't just kill them without thinking!

Moli! What are you riding on?

I looked at that thing closely... that thing...

... Moli, admit it, you just robbed some amusement park, didn't you? Are you sure that thing you were riding wasn't a dragon? No, I'm not talking about a majestic dragon like Xuefeng, I'm talking about the kind of dragon that just crawled out of its egg and needs a pacifier!

I compared the size... it's about the size of Xuefeng's big toe... a dragon, it really is a dragon.

"Moli!" I cried out, my voice trembling with terror. "Where did you get... a dozen child dragons? Did you kidnap kindergarten students from the dragon race?"

Moli opened her mouth, her face slowly turning red. Even the thick layer of foundation couldn't hide the rosy hue on her cheeks. She stammered for a while, then closed her eyes and steeled herself. "This... this is my contracted partner..."

Contractual partner? The one I understand... Contractual partner? The relationship between a dragon and a dragon knight?

I think my expression right now must be quite unseemly, because this is really making me feel... a mix of emotions.

That... that blue dragon, who might grow very large in the future but is now about the size of a pony, proudly puffed out its chest and said to me in a childish voice, "Respected mage, my contracted knight's teacher, I am the most powerful dragon among the new generation of the Blue Dragon Clan. I possess a dazzling name that was once adorned with countless halos—my name: Frost!"

I was so startled that my hand trembled, and I threw a huge blizzard onto the mothership, freezing the innocent ship with a layer of ice.

You... I couldn't bear to ask this mini-dragon's age, but I estimate he's about the same age as Moli... For humans, twenty years old is enough for a talented human mage to become a legend, but for dragons, no matter how talented, to become the king of the skies, they'd have to multiply their age by ten...

I suddenly understood why Moli so vehemently denied having any dragon companions... A dragon knight riding a child dragon? Wasn't his battle partner going to piss all over the enemy on the battlefield?

Good child, your teacher will teach you well to be a good monk.

I couldn't help but look at Moli with affection. Moli's face was so red that it was almost as red as the scales of the mini red dragon next to her. She said awkwardly, "Teacher... when you're little, you all like to play house, right? When I was little, I was playing house with the baby dragons in the Blue Dragon's Nest, playing the role of a righteous knight and her legendary dragon. I accidentally went too far and it became real..."

I couldn't help but cover my face.

"... Actually, I don't even remember! When I was a teenager, my mother shoved this guy into my arms, saying he was my contracted dragon, a debt I incurred when I was still a toddler... You know, my mother is truly a dragon knight, and according to chivalry, I couldn't just leave my dragon at home... Please don't tell my mother, okay? To ensure I stay and become the crown prince, she introduced me to many excellent adult dragons as battle partners, and I fooled her completely. She has no idea that I and this... this baby... have already... So I ran away and went to take the entrance exam for the magic academy... Luckily, I passed, otherwise I would have become a dragon slayer..." Moli held back her tears of grievance, looking at me, "I... Teacher, I'm desperate too!"

As we spoke, the baby blue dragon still proudly raised its chin, with an expression that said, "I am the greatest dragon in the world," looking just like a large blue cat. If the child dragon next to it could take its claws out of its mouth, their group might have been a bit more imposing.

I didn't know how to comfort Moli, who had suddenly become a kindergarten teacher, because I also knew that the pact between a dragon and its knight would last until their death; it was a mark etched into their souls that even death couldn't erase... So...

All I could do was comfort Moli: "Don't worry, wait... wait two hundred years, and he will become a magnificent dragon."

... I felt that after I said that, Moli's expression became even more sorrowful...

Oh dear, I was so focused on the dragon that I forgot Goliath's situation. The paladin commander behind me seemed to be engaged in a fierce battle with the mothership. I noticed with a mix of anxiety and guilt that there was a charred mark on the white dragon Xuefeng's wing. With its roar, the white dragon's purplish-red blood splattered everywhere. Goliath knelt on one knee on the dragon's back, one hand touching the dragon's back, emitting a dazzling healing holy light, while the other hand reached for the shield, struggling to hold it up in front of his companion. That layer of shimmering Holy Light Shield had become very thin and transparent, and was on the verge of collapse.

A large hole appeared on one side of the mothership, and holy light was still emanating from the broken surface. I think that was Goliath's doing. I can't afford to be distracted like this any longer, so I need to start chanting the forbidden spell immediately. Moli and her children's corps arrived just in time. Although talking to Moli took a minute, it was much faster than me flying down to deliver them!

"It's too late," I said, glancing at the children's dragon carrying Moli, then at the dozen or so colorful little friends the leader of the kids had brought, and then at the two figures in my hand. Moli understood my intention immediately before I could speak; she truly was my assistant of many years.

Moli pointed with great enthusiasm at the two people floating around me like balloons and shouted, "Go and catch these people, but absolutely no hurting them! Whoever grabs the most gets candy and cake tonight!"

Aww~~~ Aww~~~

Suddenly, a cacophony of dragon roars—sounding like puppy cries—filled my ears. I felt like the old man selling colorful balloons at the amusement park entrance, being swarmed by a bunch of frolicking children, their hands clashing for the balloons... In less than a second, the balloons—uh, no, I mean the reporter and mech warrior I'd saved—were all snatched away by the little dragons. Each dragon had three or five ribbons in its mouth, with a dumbfounded adult floating on top of them. The mech warriors were completely stunned, even forgetting to fire. Luckily, Goliath in front was powerful enough to prevent the missiles from hitting us. Surprisingly, the reporters were more dedicated; their cameras were frantically filming Moli.

This girl... she's so embarrassed she's practically steaming!

Okay... I watched speechlessly as the little dragon cubs lined up under Moli's command, each with a human balloon in its mouth, fluttering towards the ground. After making sure that none of the future dragons would impulsively hurt them, I was finally able to wholeheartedly begin chanting the forbidden incantation.

No more burdens.

My gaze was entirely focused on the mothership. It was so large and so rampant that I didn't even need to waste energy locking onto it, let alone use the tracking marker. I felt that even if I stood there chanting incantations at the slowest speed I'd ever used, the mothership wouldn't escape my attack range.

It doesn't seem to want to run—yes, it has a fleet, and the enemy only has two people and a dragon. Run?

I couldn't help but smile with a hint of glee; what a rare target!

I'm not sure what level of attack this mothership can withstand, so just to be on the safe side, I'm going to chant an ancient incantation that I found in my teacher's notebook.

I slowly exhaled, calming myself down and making my emotions undisturbed. Silver light covered my entire pupils, and the world became crystal clear in my eyes.

The Magic Power began to revolve around me, gradually forming a storm. I was certain that every syllable of my incantation was accurate, even though it was the first time I had uttered the spell. Gradually, I felt like I was standing in the eye of the storm; the Magic Power scorched the edges of my robes to shreds. But to my surprise, the hair the banshees had styled for me wasn't messed up at all.

In a state of heightened concentration, I could clearly see every element around me. I could grasp the Magic Power flowing through my fingers. I could clearly see the brilliant veins of Divine Magic of Light around Goliath in the sky. The world appeared quieter and more colorful than usual to the mage. I saw lightning pierce through the clouds in slow motion, stretching those cotton candy-like clouds into wisps. I could also see arcs of electricity trembling on the hull of the metal mothership. And of course, I could also see...