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

At the same moment, thousands of miles away, in the sacred land of the Dragon Clan—Silver Moon Peak.

In the far northern airspace of the continent, Silver Moon Peak pierces the sea of ​​clouds and sky, and is the sacred ancestral land that the ancient Silver Dragon clan has guarded for generations.

The entire mountain is constructed of native moonstone, with snow on its summit that never melts or dissipates throughout the ages. The mountain's natural curves resemble a half-moon hanging in the sky, and sunlight spills across its surface, spreading a warm, silvery-white glow that is both sacred and ethereal, isolating it from the mundane world.

Above the sea of ​​clouds atop the mountain, a colossal moonlit crystal palace stands suspended in mid-air.

The pillars, walls, corridors, and pavilions are all made of high-grade moonstone and ice crystal white jade. The roof is inlaid with ancient silver dragon scales that have shed their skin over thousands of years. Under the sunlight, the scales refract seven-colored fragments of light.

Surrounded by a sea of ​​clouds, the palace, when viewed from afar, resembles a divine palace in the clouds, noble and ethereal, exuding the aura of dragon royalty.

The Silver Dragon Queen Serafina stood alone on the edge of the cliffside viewing platform, her long, plain silver robe fluttering in the wind, the patterns on the hem flowing with a faint moonlight magic.

Her waist-length silver hair flowed freely in the evening breeze, strands of which were shimmering with moonlight and starlight.

She gently pinched a palm-sized original silver dragon's natal scale with her slender fingertips. The scale was warm and energy-storing, belonging to the dragon race as a natal artifact for storing past images and preserving memories of its aura.

The white light on the scales floated slowly, gradually outlining a clear young figure, the scene reminiscent of a few years ago.

Within the scene, in front of the Cloud Sea Temple, a weary young adventurer kneels on one knee, his back straight and unyielding, his eyes clear and sharp, burning with an unwavering passion. His voice is clear and youthful, each word firm: "I want to be your personal dragon knight."

Serafina lowered her eyes, gazing at the old image in the scales, her thoughts slowly drifting back.

That year, the weather was fine and the breeze was gentle. The Silver Moon Temple, which was heavily guarded, was breached by a human boy who broke through multiple layers of magical barriers and climbed to the top of the mountain on foot.

His eyes were very bright, as if they were burning with two flames.

He knelt on one knee before her, his posture respectful but not subservient, his voice clear and firm:

"Your Majesty Serafina, mistress of the Silvermoon Temple and the Singer of the Moon. I have traversed countless mountains and rivers, enduring numerous hardships, all to come before you and make a request—"

"I want to be your dragon knight."

What was her answer at the time?

She remembers being stunned for a moment, then couldn't help but laugh. She couldn't remember the last time she had heard such a bold request.

The Dragon Knight Soul Contract has been extinct on the continent for three thousand years.

Since the last dragon knight of antiquity died in battle, the dragon race has completely closed the contract channel, distrusts human nature, and disdains binding their souls to short-lived humans for symbiotic coexistence.

For millennia, countless dragons have been proud and self-assured, regarding humans as a lowly and short-lived race, and have never been willing to stoop down and forge bonds with them.

And this young human dared to come to her alone and say he wanted to become her dragon knight.

Serafina had to admit that she did feel a fleeting moment of attraction.

It wasn't because of his strength—in her eyes, his strength was utterly insignificant.

It was not because of the light in his eyes, but because of the pure, unadulterated steadfastness and passion.

She hadn't seen that look in her eyes in a long time.

But she ultimately rejected him.

As the master of the Silvermoon Temple and one of the oldest dragon kings of the dragon race, how could Serafina so easily agree to a human's request?

Silver dragons are among the longest-lived dragon species, and their concept of time is completely different from that of humans.

A contract concerning the soul naturally requires time to weigh.

She needed to test him, to confirm whether he was qualified and determined enough.

So she declined slightly—gently indicating that the Dragon Knight Contract was not a game and she needed time to consider it.

After listening, the strange man nodded and said, "Then I'll leave you alone," as if he had made up his mind, then stood up, turned around, and left.

His steps were steady and resolute, without the slightest lingering affection, and he never looked back.

Serafina didn't even have time to explain that "thinking about it" and "refusing" were two different things.

She watched him walk through the temple's corridors, his figure disappearing into the silver light curtain outside the gate.

She thought he was just leaving temporarily and would be back in a few days.

After all, the fact that he was able to get through the layers of barriers of Silvermoon Peak to stand before her showed that he had indeed put in a lot of effort.

Such a person shouldn't give up easily.

But a day passed, two days passed, a month passed, half a year passed...

He didn't come back.

She sent her subordinate Silver Dragon to investigate his whereabouts, but only found a vague alias—Xiao Yan.

This name is obviously fake. There are at least dozens of adventurers on the continent named Xiao Yan, but none of them match his characteristics.

Then this person vanished as if they had evaporated from the face of the earth, leaving no trace whatsoever.

After five thousand years of pride and self-restraint, Serafina was tricked and forced to leave the stage by a human boy for the first time, leaving her deeply troubled for a long time.

She had lived for five thousand years, and this was the first time someone had dared to make such a request in front of her, and then run away before she could even respond.

This made her feel very embarrassed.

And now-

Her old acquaintance, Eluvia, the incredibly arrogant Black Dragon King, the Wings of Eternal Night who hadn't given a second glance to any male for thousands of years, had actually signed a dragon knight.

Moreover, when she appeared, the dragon knight covered his face, deliberately changed his voice, and called himself "Shi Hao".

Serafina looked at the dragon scale in her hand, a slight smile playing on her lips.

She remembers every detail of last night very clearly.

The masked man's silhouette overlapped by as much as 80% with the silhouette of the man in her memory.

Although he said his name was "Shi Hao," the name sounded like it was made up on the spot.

His eyes—although only his eyes were visible, the shape of his eyes, the color of his pupils, and the habitual way he would slightly squint when looking at people were exactly the same as the man in her memory who called himself "Xiao Yan".

The only difference is the sound.

The voice she remembered was a clear and gentle boy's voice, carrying a hint of youthful vigor and unruliness.

The voice of "Shi Hao" last night was rough, hoarse, and deep, as if his throat had been severely injured, and he spoke with a deliberate slurred tone.

But this could also be a disguise.

After all, that man didn't even leave a goodbye when he left.

If he really comes back and doesn't want her to recognize him, disguising his voice is the most basic tactic.

"Old throat injury...voice discomfort..."

Serafina softly repeated Luo Ye's excuse, her smile growing wider.

"interesting."