Red Dragon, but chosen by all four gods

"Who are you?"

"I am a kind white dragon."

"What's your name?"

"I am a kind white dragon."

"What do you want to do?"

"I am a kind white dragon."

"hiss……"

Looking at the bewildered white dragon cub before him, Heros clicked his tongue.

It seems the brainwashing went too far.

"But on the bright side, at least my speech has become more fluent, and I can say other things besides my own name, which means my intelligence has improved!"

Heros nodded, very satisfied with his efforts over the past two weeks.

Unlike his previous experiments with the Dragonborn Guardians, where he was extremely cautious for fear of being discovered, everything was conducted without being detected.

After experimenting with Anglu for the past two weeks, he has been able to experiment freely and try whatever he wants, greatly improving his mastery of the "patient guidance" technique.

"That's all for today's class. Let's go eat."

Upon hearing this, Anglu's eyes immediately cleared, and he rushed to the horned sheep lunch behind Heros and began to tear into it.

Heros summoned the dragonborn guards on duty at the entrance of the dragon's nest: "Hill, why hasn't Macaros come to class today?"

"Young Master Heros, Lord Macaros is preparing to go out today, so the recent classes have been canceled."

Hill is a female dragonborn guard who is only a little over two meters tall and has a deep scar over her right eye.

"Going out?"

"Yes, the nobles of White River Valley have once again sent messengers to ask for help. The master's ceremony cannot be disturbed, so Lord Macaros can only handle the affairs of these nobles under his jurisdiction himself... those foolish and meddlesome nobles."

Heros detected the annoyance in Hill's mutterings.

In the past month and a half, Heros had become familiar with this dragonborn guard.

Her personality was the complete opposite of the rigid Macalos; she was never still for a moment.

He was originally an excellent warrior in the Dragonborn Guard, but apparently he made some mistake and was punished by Macaros to be sent to guard the gate for Heros.

This is why Heros had the opportunity to use gentle persuasion to sway her mind, since she really didn't want to be the goalkeeper.

"How long will they be gone?"

"It will probably take about half a month. Mortal matters are always complicated and troublesome. Without the deterrence of a master, we will always have to argue with those nobles and we will be played by them."

"Why? Let alone Macaros, even a small squad of Dragonborn Guards could easily suppress those mortals, right?"

"Of course! I alone could easily put the heads of those nobles on the flagpole!"

Hill triumphantly brandished his dagger, then sighed with a hint of helplessness, "But Lord Macaros said that if we suppress them indiscriminately, it will cause riots, and then we won't be able to collect taxes in the territory, which will also delay the master's business."

Heros nodded; that made sense.

In the face of a powerful golden dragon, most schemes and tricks will be exposed.

After all, his mother could even see through souls.

Even if any trouble arises within the territory, it can be quelled in the blink of an eye.

But Macalos is different. Although he is very powerful, he is unable to quickly deal with any unrest caused by his intervention in the territory.

Even if he were capable of handling the chaos caused by mortals, given his loyalty to Celia, he would never do anything to harm Celia's interests.

In contrast, the nobles were the most adept at intrigue and using others' strengths against them.

It would be truly foolish not to utilize such a powerful external force.

Nobles will do anything to maintain their status and gain benefits.

Given Makaros's personality, he would certainly handle this carefully and try to hinder him at every turn.

Thinking of this, Heros suddenly had an idea.

If Macalos weren't there, he might have had a chance to leave the dragon's lair and try to trigger the four statues.

if only……

He looked at Hill, the dragonborn guard who was bored and fiddling with his dagger, glancing occasionally toward the dragon's lair entrance with a forlorn expression.

Heros cleared his throat, ready to test the results of the past two weeks.

His voice suddenly became ethereal and seductive: "Hill, would you like to help Macalos?"

"I?"

Hill should have immediately thought of his duty, but for some reason, he followed Heros's words and started thinking about something else.

"All I know is fighting and killing. How can I possibly help Lord Macaros?"

"Makaros is too old-fashioned, so he always gets played by those nobles."

"That's right, those despicable nobles, they're always trying to take advantage of us!" Hill's expression turned angry, as if she had remembered something. "It's all their fault, that's why I'm being punished and forbidden to go out!"

Heros hadn't expected Hill to react so strongly, so he quickly tried to bring her back to her senses:

"But with us, things are different. We can help Macalos and prevent those nobles from acting recklessly."

Heros cleverly changed the subject, merging himself with Hill, so that she would ignore as much as possible the task of keeping Heros in the dragon's nest.

"You're right... I should help Lord Macalos..." Hill's gaze became somewhat unfocused, as if she was trying to think about something, but she couldn't quite grasp the key point.

"But... Lord Macaros will reprimand me..."

Suddenly, as if she had thought of something, her tail began to wag restlessly on the ground.

"Then we won't let Makaros know that you're very confident in your stealth abilities, right?"

"That's right! My stealth skills are the best in the guard!"

Hill was invigorated and very proud of the results of his hard training.

But immediately, a look of struggle reappeared on her face.

"But...but...it seems I should stay..."

Heros, naturally, couldn't let her hesitate any longer, and quickly added, "We can stay, but we should go and help. You know what the right thing to do is, right?"

"After all, you wouldn't want to see Macalos, and your dragonborn brothers and sisters, being played like fools by those despicable nobles, would you?"

"That's right! We should go and beat those nobles up!"

Seeing Heros's approving smile, Hill was finally blinded by anger and made the absolutely right decision.

……

"While I'm dealing with mortal affairs for the next two weeks, you must guard the dragon's nest well. The master's rituals must not be interrupted. Even if nobles from other territories send people, tell them to wait at the foot of the mountain. Anyone who dares to approach must be killed without exception."

"Yes, Lord Macaros!"

Macaros nodded and added, "Young Master Heros's matter must be handled by Hill herself. This is her punishment. You are not allowed to help her anymore, or you will be banned from leaving the Dragon's Nest for five years, just like her."

"Yes, Lord Macaros!"

Makaros had complete confidence in the Dragonborn Guard he had personally trained.

Each dragonborn is carefully selected by him, and only after confirming their absolute loyalty to the dragon lord are they given the opportunity to undergo true blood conversion. They are then personally trained and instructed by him, and will certainly carry out their master's orders diligently.

Even those who caused trouble like Hill were just a bit rough around the edges. If you let her guard the dragon's lair for a few years, she'll change.

That child is very capable, even more so than most of the Dragonborn Guardians. He will grow up eventually.

As Seraria's left-hand man, Macalos is fully aware of everything that happens inside the dragon's lair.

He has served Seraria for decades since he first met her as a young dragon, and has always been her strongest supporter.

He believed he had done a perfect job and was proud of it, having never messed anything up.

Therefore, there will be no problem.

……

Macalos felt a vague unease, but he didn't know why.

Could it be because the master has his first adopted son?

Is it jealous of a newborn red dragon because it lost its master's favor?

Macaros shook his head; he believed his master was perfect.

Since he was the son personally acknowledged by his master, then Young Master Heros was also someone he served, so he couldn't possibly be jealous of Young Master Heros.

So... why do we feel this way?

Macalos led his party down the mountain and, together with the trembling noble envoys, headed to the White River Valley.

Long after the group had left, a figure, accompanied by two fledgling dragons, quietly followed them.