I am a wicked dragon, and you want me to fall into goodness?

Another month has passed.

After Green recovered from his injury, he was finally released from confinement.

She has returned to her usual self-disciplined self.

At dusk, he trains his strength and speed; in the stillness of the night, he hones his skills with the [Starlight Magic Hammer Technique]; and at the break of dawn, he perches on the black stone cliff outside his lair to begin his daily breath training.

In the morning, they polish their dragon scales at the sulfur spring. During this stage, Green and Poseidon will occasionally meet, which is also the longest period of time the two young dragons will see each other.

Green suppressed his temper and huddled in a corner like a kitten, his vertical pupils glaring at Puse, wary of Puse's sudden attack and retaliation.

They would fall asleep around noon, learning magic in their sleep, and sleep until night.

The sky was just beginning to lighten.

Outside the nest.

She arched her back slightly, folded her wings to her sides, slowly lengthened her dragon neck, and began to gather warm magic power in her throat.

The initial dragon breath was somewhat sluggish, and after passing through its throat, it landed on the rocks below due to the great distance, leaving only a few shallow scorch marks.

Green frowned, flicked his tail unwillingly, readjusted his breathing, and gathered the magic power in his body little by little in his throat, forcing the flames to compress in a more condensed direction.

With the second breath, the pale golden flames suddenly became sharp and landed steadily on a boulder about half a person's height below the cliff.

With a muffled "boom," the surface of the boulder was instantly charred black and cracked with several fine lines.

A barely perceptible glint flashed in Green's eyes, and the magic in his throat surged again, once, twice, three times...

Just then, a slight gust of wind came from behind, growing louder as it approached, and soon a strong wind blew around them.

Green's body tensed instantly, his wings suddenly spread halfway, and he looked back warily.

A griffin.

A golden griffin.

The golden griffin hovered in mid-air with its broad wings spread, the air currents trembling slightly, which calmed the surrounding wind.

Her lion body was strong and upright, covered with a fine golden-brown mane, with smooth muscle lines in her limbs, and a fruit in her mouth.

Those amber eyes were warm and bright, and when they fell on Green, there was no hostility in them, but rather a gentle scrutiny.

Seeing Green tilting his head and looking at her, the griffin gently flapped its wings twice and slowly landed on the open ground at the edge of the cliff, pushing the red fruit not far from Green.

She leaned down slightly, her eyes crinkling into a smile, her voice clear and melodious like the clinking of jade: "Little Golden Dragon, don't be nervous, I mean you no harm."

Green's golden vertical pupils stared at her, as if to say, "What do you want from me?"

The griffin lowered its stance even further and spoke sincerely: "My name is Leora, and I am a golden griffin from the northern forests and mountains."

"I've come to express my gratitude for your help more than three months ago."

She paused, then added, "I was just passing by when I saw you practicing your breath control. Your dragon breath is refined and sharp; you have a real talent for it."

These words carried no flattery whatsoever; they were purely heartfelt praise.

Leora observed from mid-air for a moment, watching Green adjust his breathing time and time again, refining his stagnant dragon breath to greater precision. Her dedication and self-discipline were so admirable that even she couldn't help but admire him.

"Little Golden Dragon, may I know your name? Perhaps we can become good friends."

Green stared at the red fruit that had rolled to his feet, his golden vertical pupils showing no emotion. With a flick of his tail, he pushed the fruit aside.

Her wings were half-spread at her sides, the burning sensation in her throat still lingering, but her tone was calm: "My name is Grin, my given name is Grin Deville Caramon!"

My mortal enemy from a past life is suddenly asking about my name?

After a moment, Green said stiffly, "I don't need your thanks."

In her previous life, Leora was a genius of the Griffin Clan in the northern forest, and one of her strongest rivals.

If Puse is the first boss you need to face, then Riola is the elite monster you can keep grinding for experience with.

Leora is incredibly fast, her claws are as sharp as knives, and she is also proficient in wind magic. She is a generation older than Leora, but Leora rarely makes her restart.

They fought time and time again deep in the forest, each time giving their all. They couldn't stand each other and neither could gain the upper hand during their childhood.

Let's consider them arch-rivals for now.

Green's decision to save her was actually a sudden whim.

Leora and Puse nearly beat the dog's brains out; they've become mortal enemies. This griffin has some use to them.

"I did help you, but I won't accept your gift. Take it back."

The enemy you've fought against in countless reincarnations suddenly appears before you, with a peaceful expression and a gentle face, showering you with attention.

Green felt extremely awkward and strange, and almost lost control of his expression like the old man on the subway.

How disgusting!

Leora paused, glanced down at the red berries that had been peeled away, then looked up at Green, her proud face showing a hint of bewilderment.

Her savior, the dragon, seemed somewhat disgusted with her and her gifts.

Leora was somewhat hurt inside.

Leora stared at the red fruit that had been moved aside, a hint of confusion flashing in her eyes, which she quickly concealed, her demeanor becoming even more humble.

"Oh, my lovely little golden dragon, I was being presumptuous. Perhaps this gift is not to your liking."

She gently touched the red fruit with her beak, and the fruit's skin shimmered with a fine red glow, faintly exuding a hot, sweet aroma.

"This is a Flame Fruit from our Griffin Clan. Eating it can nourish magical power and is also somewhat helpful for breath control training. I was thinking it might be able to help you..."

Before he could finish speaking, Green suddenly turned his head, his golden vertical pupils sweeping over Flame Fruit.

She clearly wanted to eat it, but she still pretended to be indifferent, saying in a cold tone, "No need, it's just a Flame Fruit."

If you are willing to search patiently, you can find Green, but it will take some time due to the speed of flight.

After Green finished speaking, magic suddenly gathered in his throat again, and he turned around and exhaled a dragon's breath at the boulder below the cliff.

The pale golden flame landed precisely on the previously cracked lines.

With a crisp "crack," the boulder, several meters high, finally split open, sending fragments tumbling down the cliff and raising a cloud of dust.

A hint of amazement flashed in Leora's eyes, and she subconsciously took half a step back to avoid the flying stone chips.

She withdrew her gaze, no longer fixated on the gift, and simply flapped her wings gently to disperse the dust in the air.

Leora stared at the pile of shattered boulders, remained silent for a moment, and then spoke cautiously, her voice more serious than before.

"Miss Grin, please allow me to address you this way, there's something I'd like to ask you about... the evil dragon I fought that day!"

Green frowned, his tone still cold, but he still said, "His name is Puse."

"I understand. You came here not just to express your gratitude, but probably also to ask me about him, right?"

Poseidon nearly killed Leora.

It would be abnormal if she didn't remember this hatred deeply and then take revenge fiercely.

When Leora heard the name Puse, her eagle eyes narrowed deeply.

Green no longer wants to confront or cause trouble for Puse, but he is still happy to share news about Puse.

Only when Puse is in trouble will she be spared from his harassment.

"I will tell you everything about Puse, but I suggest you don't go looking for trouble with him directly."

Leora, upon hearing this, asked in great confusion, "Why is that?"

Green looked at the golden griffin with a hint of disdain: "Because I was worried about suddenly hearing that you'd been beaten to death."

That would make you lose your value in attracting Puse's attention.