Red Dragon, but chosen by all four gods

"You should have already heard about the events at the Weilding Plain."

A figure whose face was shrouded in a robe leaned against a bookshelf, casually flipping through the books on it.

"I've heard about it, it's really powerful."

He was speaking to an elderly man who was dressed in fine clothes and had a kind face.

"However, it took three days to destroy just two villages."

"And I have personally witnessed the power of that dragon lord; her breath can set a mountain ablaze."

Hearing the old man's mocking laughter, the man wasn't angry; instead, he casually tossed the book he was holding aside.

"Your collection of books seems rather cheap, with very few even representing the legacy of the Golden Age, which is truly a pity."

"To grovel at the feet of that golden dragon means to be nothing more than a pretentious nobleman in this desolate wilderness, spending one's entire life without even being able to imitate the shadow of the nobles of the Golden Age..."

Upon hearing this, the old man's eyelids twitched slightly, as if something on his mind had been exposed.

The man continued, "You don't need to think about waiting for a higher price; we are very trustworthy."

"Even if we part ways, the golden dragon will not know that you prepared an altar for us."

"The enemy of my enemy is my friend. We hope that damned golden dragon has as many enemies as possible."

As he spoke, the man waved his hand, and a gray mist billowed out from his robe.

The gray mist condensed and did not dissipate, gradually enveloping the figure.

Before the man's figure completely disappeared, the old man finally couldn't help but speak:

"Wait, I'm willing to continue our cooperation."

The man gently withdrew the gray mist and clapped his hands lightly: "The right decision. Now we can start negotiating. What are your demands?"

"First, one of my successors is an excellent spellcaster. Could she join your order to study?"

"Of course, I believe your successor will shine brightly in our order."

"Secondly, you must prepare a territory for my people. I don't believe you can succeed. I need some of my people to leave first."

Seeing that the man didn't respond, the old man added, "Of course, I won't leave."

The man looked at the old man with surprise.

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He had assumed that this greedy and cowardly old man's first priority was protecting himself.

He hadn't expected her to have such courage, which made him somewhat unsure of her abilities.

"That's not a problem either. Beyond the Gem Islands lies the truly vast world, but..."

The man pondered for a moment before giving his answer:

"You can send someone to check out the new base first, but in order to prevent that golden dragon from noticing anything, the fleet can only be moved when our plan is launched."

"There are many 'Godfall Wastes' in the Sea of ​​Mist, which are not easy to cross, so the number of people must be limited."

The old man nodded, which was taken as agreement with the other party's answer.

He stood up, took two steps, and instead of immediately stating his final condition, asked a question first:

"If I ask you to kill someone, it must be in your capacity. Can you do that?"

"I'm afraid I can't do anything about things that involve that golden dragon's vision."

"No, that is one of my daughters. She still lives in my territory, but she has already been chosen as a servant of the Dragon Lord's son."

The man's curiosity was immediately piqued: "Is it the red dragon you mentioned before, the one that claims to be the son of the golden dragon?"

"Yes."

"Ha! That foolish golden dragon was actually daydreaming..."

The man chuckled softly for a moment before replying:

"That's no problem at all. We have many allies; we can make sure she dies without a trace..."

He seemed to have thought of something else, and added:

"Perhaps it would be better to let her die at the hands of her own master; that way, there shouldn't be any problem, right?"

The old man was startled: "Didn't you say that anything within the sight of that golden dragon must not be touched?"

"That's because the area around the golden dragon's lair is full of her bloodline's dragon offspring. Any movement could give her a clue, and that golden dragon's magic..."

The man seemed to realize that there were some things he couldn't say to the old man, so he abruptly stopped talking and explained from another angle:

"But the five-colored dragon is a born evil dragon. Even if it temporarily submits to the power of the golden dragon, it can never truly be subdued."

"And among our allies happens to be one force that is an expert in dealing with the five-colored dragons... They are true behemoths, descended from the Golden Age."

Seeing the old man's expression, a mixture of anticipation and doubt, the man stopped boasting and simply stated:

"Alright, let's finish this first and show you our power."

"You said that the red dragon has some ambitions for the gold dragon's territory, right?"

"When he arrives in this territory, whether he likes it or not, he will kill your traitorous daughter."

You will see that result.

……

In the gardens of Galahren Castle, a young girl sits quietly reading a book by a clear pool.

Compared to other members of her race, her bestial features were so few that they were almost invisible.

The servants discreetly avoided the garden, not daring to disturb the young woman, simply because she was one of the heirs of the Galahren family and was very likely to become the future mistress of the house.

Suddenly, a figure jumped down from the tree canopy above the girl's head, startling her.

"Sister Finn!"

Upon seeing that familiar red hair, Finn quickly stopped the naturally triggered protective magic to avoid harming her.

"Inanna, stop scaring me like that."

Finn playfully pinched Inanna's cheek, while Inanna pinched her waist in return.

The two girls immediately started playing and wrestling together, instantly enlivening the quiet garden.

A moment later, Finn, who was naturally weak, ran out of strength and was the first to give up, begging his sister for mercy.

Inanna had had enough fun and lay down on the garden bench, unceremoniously resting her head on her sister's lap, enjoying the privileges of the winner.

Stroking her sister's cheek, Finn, who had just been smiling, suddenly felt a pang of sadness:

"Inanna, you should really try not to come back. You could stay at my estate, or my elder brother's estate, or even go to the Mirha tribe to find your friend. Father..."

Inanna angrily slapped Finn's hand away:

"How could I possibly disgust François if I didn't come back?"

Finn didn't know what to say, so he could only remain silent.

Inanna didn't say anything either; some things, if said, would only cause more pain.

The scar wasn't Inanna's own, but belonged to her gentle older sister.

Unforgettable.

Inanna suddenly regretted swatting Finn's hand away, so she took her hand back.

"Don't worry, I am now a servant of the true dragon. No matter how much I mock him, François won't dare to do anything to me."

"But you..."

Inanna hesitated for a long time before speaking:

"Sister Finn, you have such powerful magic, you can leave."

"Go beyond the Jewel Islands, to the other side of the Misty Sea, leave me behind, leave everyone else behind. I'll take care of myself. You can leave this disgusting castle forever..."

"Stop talking!"

Finn simply covered Inanna's mouth, and the two fell silent again.

Suddenly, Inanna saw a gaze fixed on the two people in the garden from the window of the castle's top floor.

That gaze was filled with disgust, hatred, and some kind of hidden, secret desire.

It was cold and nauseating.