Red Dragon, but chosen by all four gods

As the golden light faded, Seraria's expression turned somewhat strange.

She had seen the soul of this white dragon cub, just as she had seen other white dragons.

Foolish, evil, cowardly...

But now, his soul has truly changed.

Although the evil hue had dimmed considerably, she saw colors she had never seen before in her eyes.

It was as if some sticky, slippery, cloyingly sweet honey had permeated his soul.

Her entire soul became radiant, and every ray of light that burst forth was the same beautiful soul color that Seraria had ever seen.

It naturally includes the colors of kindness and justice.

However, when these colors blend together, they present a chaotic beauty.

It made her feel a little... nauseous.

"Mother, how is it? Has he changed at all?"

Heros's cautious voice brought Seraria back to her senses.

Looking at the little red dragon's expectant eyes, Seraria was momentarily at a loss for words.

Yes...there are.

Seraria didn't know why the white dragon had changed like this, but strictly speaking, she did see a kind of benevolent light in those colors.

Although it was only a fleeting moment, its kindness was so pure and beautiful that it was almost comparable to the souls of some paladins who were still upholding their oaths in the Fall of Gods era.

She cannot deny this change.

"Heros, my dear son, what... what did you do to him?"

"Give him a lesson, and tell him how to become a kind white dragon."

Upon hearing this, Anglu seemed to have caught a key word and immediately hummed, "I am a kind white dragon."

Seraria glanced at Macaros, who was waiting to the side, and received an affirmative answer from Macaros's nod.

Is it really possible to change the inherently evil soul of the Five-Colored Dragon simply through instruction?

During the Golden Age, although some benevolent dragons took the liberty of adopting evil dragon cubs and successfully altered their behavior, there is no record of any spiritual transformation.

Heros noticed Seraria's doubts and added:

"Mother, perhaps your great ceremony and the essence of the true dragon have already had an effect, but some mediocre young dragons have not yet had time to show any changes."

The answer provided by Heros was barely acceptable to Seraria.

Of course, what she pursues is a true transformation of the soul, and these fledglings that need change can at best be considered defective products.

Moreover, the white dragon's soul doesn't really offer much reference value, as for that kind of spiritual experience...

Celia believes it is more likely some kind of mutation.

"Then Mother, I am very willing to continue teaching these three young dragons and give them the opportunity to show their transformation," Heros made the request at the opportune moment.

"All right."

Seraria did not refuse, nor did she have much reason to refuse.

Although she considers the strange soul of the White Dragon a failure, it may offer some insights for her future research.

Helos was very happy at the time.

With Anglu as an example, he believed that the three new dragon hatchlings also had a chance to become his "familiars".

The potential of a true dragon far surpasses that of a dragonborn.

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Heros led the three terrified, survivors of the ordeal away from the experimental cave, with the bewildered Anglu following behind.

After the fledglings left, Seraria gently waved her hand, and the elemental magic within the cave spontaneously activated, replaying the ritual process.

Seraria lay on the enormous throne, her hands supporting her chin, tilting her head to watch the flow of magic during the ceremony, her brows slowly furrowing.

After a long while, she sighed softly.

"What's wrong, Master?"

"I checked all the steps of the ritual. The three hatchlings this time, as well as the white dragon from last time, are exactly the same as when Heros was hatched, but they all failed."

Seraria sighed, "It seems Heros really is just a miracle."

"In an age when the gods have departed, only you can still create miracles."

"Of course!"

Macaros's words immediately revived Seraria's spirits.

"However, we've almost used up all the materials for the ceremony. We have to wait for the lords and nobles to pay their taxes, and there are some important ones that I need to find myself outside the Gem Islands."

"Regarding those lords and nobles, I have one more thing to report, which also concerns young master Herros."

Macaros recounted the entire story of Heros's journey to White River Valley, as well as his seemingly absurd handling of the Mirha tribe and the Galahren family.

Seraria tilted her head and thought for a moment: "So, you mean Heros might want a piece of land of his own?"

Macaros remained silent; most of Celia's questions didn't actually require an answer.

She simply dislikes managing these trivial matters, but when she gets serious, Seraria can easily see through most of the truth.

Otherwise, she wouldn't have challenged the mysteries of the soul and set her sights on the ethereal throne of the gods.

"Most dragons have an innate need for territory, especially the five-colored dragons, but is Heros, who is only two months old, already so impatient?"

Macaros nodded slightly to the side. Most dragons don't start seeking territory until they are young, and many don't even have a small territory until they are adults.

The little red dragon is still a fledgling, and it really needs to be disciplined for causing trouble in its mother's territory like this.

If this continues, Makaros feels his workload will at least double.

Macaros believed that Seraria would make the right arrangements to keep the little red dragon well-behaved, at least until it became a young dragon, so that he could have ten years of peace.

Seraria muttered to herself, then concluded, "Truly worthy of being my son, he grows much faster than other dragons."

Macalos: "..."

He felt a slight wavering in his faith in Seralia.

"Master, Young Master Heros's actions could easily destabilize the order of the various territories under the Dragon Court's control, and in that case..."

Seemingly sensing her old friend's thoughts, Seraria interrupted Macaros with a smile:

"Don't be so tense, Macaros. Do you think Heros is smart?"

"Young Master Heros is the most intelligent young dragon I have ever seen."

Macaros wasn't just agreeing with Celaria; he was simply amazed by Heros's learning speed and ability.

Especially recently, Makaros's lessons have been so intensive that Heros would say he already understood halfway through.

But no matter what questions Macaros asked, Heros could answer fluently, and his speed of understanding was unprecedented.

"So do you think he's being ridiculous?"

"...Probably not. He wants to change the order of the territory, or at least he is very dissatisfied with the existing order."

"Do you think he will harm my interests?"

Makaros dared not answer this question.

He wanted to say that if things continued this way, it would definitely harm the interests of the Dragon Court.

However, Heros's whimsical actions did indeed bring a tiny, insignificant benefit to the Dragon Court.

"So, Makaros, don't be too nervous."

Seraria rose from her throne and floated down gently. Looking at the cave, the smile on her face vanished. She had been nesting on the Gem Islands for a long time.

"Besides... I feel like I'm about to enter the Dragon's Sleep state."

Generally speaking, when a dragon enters a period of dormancy, it means it is about to reach the next stage of its life, which means it will become even more powerful.

But upon hearing this, Makaros did not feel joy; instead, he became somewhat solemn.

"Master, will those guys come looking for us?"

"I've been trying to find those guys for years, but they're more cunning than sand worms in the desert, and I haven't made much progress."

"I know they're waiting for me to enter Dragon's Rest so they can launch an attack."

Seraria was somewhat annoyed: "Recently, I've been feeling more and more prophecy spells trying to target me. After I countered a few, they became even more reckless."

Upon hearing this, Makaros said with a grave expression, "Then we can only prepare for the worst."

"Well, I'll hold out until Heros finishes his infancy. If I still can't find those guys, I'll have to give up on the Gem Islands and go to the Fallen God Wasteland to sleep like a dragon."