Mr. Dragon Knight, the dragon girls are chasing you!

Luo Ye snapped out of her daze, touched the tip of her nose somewhat embarrassedly, and said honestly with a smile, "Indeed, it's too beautiful."

"You have good taste." Serafina chuckled softly, obediently lowering her massive dragon body slightly, displaying her broad, flat back steadily before Luo Ye, her tone both doting and gentle.

"Come aboard, my dragon knight. I will carry you to the abyss."

Luo Ye snapped out of her daze and couldn't help but smile.

He spread the wings of the holy dragon on his back, leaped, and landed steadily on Serafina's broad dragon back.

The texture on the dragon's back was surprisingly comfortable—the silvery-white scales were smooth and warm, and sitting on them didn't feel uncomfortable at all; instead, it gave one the illusion of sitting on moonlight.

He reached out and grabbed a reverse scale on Serafina's neck to steady himself.

"Hold on tight," Serafina's voice came, tinged with amusement. "I'm going to speed up."

The next second, the silver-white dragon wings suddenly flapped.

The wind howled and rushed in my ears, and the outline of the entire Silver Moon Peak rapidly shrank and receded behind me. Mountains, rivers, and forests rushed past, turning into afterimages in the night.

Luo Ye lay on Serafina's dragon back, looking at the mountains and rivers rushing past below, and at the sky shrouded in dark purple mist in front of him, a complex emotion welling up in his heart.

Behind him was the little black dragon whose heart he had just broken.

Ahead lies a perilous and unpredictable abyss.

He was riding on the back of a silver dragon, embarking on a perilous adventure.

He suddenly realized that his life was becoming more and more absurd.

But he did not regret it.

Because what awaits him ahead is the hope of saving Elva.

The night wind howled, the Milky Way hung low, and the moonlight filled the sky.

A holy, silvery-white dragon carried the boy, braving the night sky, and resolutely spread its wings to rush towards the dark and dangerous abyss.

The night in the Dragon's Nest was more silent than ever before.

Without alerting any guards, Eluvia's petite dragon body moved like a silent shadow through the dark corridor, heading straight for the oldest stone chamber deep within the dragon's lair.

She was moving very fast, as if she were fleeing from something.

But she knew she couldn't escape.

The images of the treasure vault replayed in her mind again and again—Luo Ye's open and honest gaze, Serafina's calm acquiescence, and the pair of dark gold and silver wings that unfolded before her.

Those wings of light were like a thorn, deeply embedded in her heart.

"Bang!"

The stone door to the Eldron Chamber was violently smashed open by a brute dragon force.

The heavy black stone door trembled violently, with loose stones falling off its edges and making soft clattering sounds as they hit the ground. The entire stone chamber shook slightly.

Eldron, who was perusing ancient books at his desk, nearly dropped the animal skin scroll containing ancient secrets into the fireplace.

He looked up and saw the petite yet menacing figure at the door. His heart skipped a beat, and he knew something was wrong.

"Your Majesty? Why are you making such a commotion so late at night?!"

"Elderon!"

Eluvia abruptly interrupted him, giving him no room for maneuver or explanation.

Her petite figure rushed to the black stone table in an instant. Within inches of it, her gilded vertical pupils contracted violently, her eyes surging with overwhelming anger, grievance, astonishment, and the bitterness of being deceived. Layers of emotions intertwined and swirled, almost bursting out of her chest.

Her soft, girlish voice trembled with suppressed rage, each word dripping with tense hostility: "Why did you tell him?!"

Eldron's aged brows furrowed slightly, his withered lips parted, and he stared at the girl before him, whose eyes were red and whose body was tense. He was speechless for a moment, not knowing where to begin.

A thousand words stuck in my throat, leaving only a heart full of helplessness and guilt.

"The whole truth of the curse! The secret of the Silver Moon Heart! The entire price of breaking the destiny! Everything!" Eluvia's voice rose higher and higher, her pent-up emotions completely out of control, and the originally docile black dragon tail behind her suddenly began to swing wildly.

"Why did you secretly tell that idiot dragon knight?! Why did you force him to risk his life?! Why did you keep it from me from the beginning?! Why—"

Her voice suddenly choked up.

Because she saw that in Eldron's dark purple dragon eyes, which had been filled with 27,000 years of history, an emotion she had never seen before was surging.

It was guilt, heartache, helplessness, and a deep, almost devout expectation.

"His Majesty."

Eldron spoke slowly, his aged, hoarse voice as soft as a falling autumn leaf, lacking any strength, yet weighing heavily on the heart, instantly silencing all of Eluvia's anger.

"I've done all this from beginning to end, with only one purpose—to let you live. To live well."

With just one simple sentence, Eluvia's tense and fierce aura instantly dissipated, and all the questions that were about to come out of her mouth got stuck in her throat, leaving her unable to move.

She stood there, stunned, her gilded vertical pupils slightly dazed, staring blankly at the old man who had watched her grow up and guarded the dragon's nest for ten thousand years.

As my gaze swept over the wrinkles etched deep by time at the corners of his eyes, and over the tired, bloodshot veins in his eyes, the raging anger burning in my heart inexplicably cooled down little by little.