The Red Dragon Just Wants To Do As It Pleases

He was back!

"Where's Hiatt?" David, ready to assess his current assets, was about to take out the Soul Prism to locate the Drow when a familiar voice came from the ground beneath his feet.

"...Dragon Lord, I've always been here."

David looked down and squinted. Holy shit, how had it been thirty years, and how did this Drow get so small?

Ah, no, that was wrong. It must be because he and Tania had grown from young dragons into adolescent dragons, with drastic changes in size. He had gone from a large creature directly into the ranks of an enormous one.

What did that mean? If his height during his wyrmling stage was only two to three meters, and his weight was around two tons, now, he had become an excavator nearly two stories tall, and his weight had increased severalfold, reaching a hefty ten tons.

Hiatt, the Drow, was originally less than 1.6 meters tall. Standing on the ground, she looked like a Drow figurine David might have tossed aside, one he could accidentally crush underfoot.

Wait a second... believe it or not, as a figurine, Hiatt—this Drow who had surrendered to him after an early wilderness encounter—in his view right now, with her oily, glistening black skin paired with that somewhat inexplicably 'wronged' expression... actually had some...

Greed.

David, who had been forcefully suppressing himself the entire way, suddenly had a brilliant idea. Once the thought took root, he couldn't suppress it any longer.

"I have some things to discuss with my vassal. Tania, wait a moment."

With a flick of his tail tip, he swept up the astonished Drow and, under Tania's puzzled gaze, headed toward a dragon-less alley outside the square.

"Where are you two going?"

Seeing no other dragons around and not caring if Tiamat, the Chromatic Dragon Queen, could see them, he immediately bent down. With a vicious expression, he turned to the Drow, who had also realized something, and said in a low voice, "Didn't you once say that as long as I let you live, you would do anything? Now, make good on your word."

"Then... what do you want me to help you with, Dragon Lord?" Hiatt feigned shyness, turning her head and breathing warmly onto David's tail as she asked.

Before she could finish speaking, a terrifying, colossal shadow blotted out the sky, completely engulfing her.

The Drow, craning her neck to look up, swallowed hard. She realized she had been naive back then; her master's current size was more terrifying than any Demon's. With a troubled expression, she pleaded in a near-wailing tone, "Dragon Lord, spare me! I'll die like this..."

"What are you thinking! Don't Drows know how to cling to a pillar? Huh?" David said with contempt.

A surrendered Drow should just be a plaything in his claws. Yet she dared to fantasize about being his personal, dragon-sized pleasure device? And a disposable one at that? Dream on.

"Oh..." The Drow, recovering from her unnecessary alarm, seemed somewhat disappointed.

"Haven't you eaten? Use the same strength you used when you grappled me from behind!"

As David spoke, his anger flared uncontrollably.

Wrath.

"..." The Drow.

The Dragon Lord still remembered the grudge from that embrace when he had just hatched... Alas.

Fifty years flashed by in an instant, yet the Drow still clung to the evil dragon.

Everything felt as if it were yesterday.

But back then, she had successfully stifled the hatchling Red Dragon's breath.

Now, she could only watch helplessly as it erupted before her very eyes.

The next moment, Lust soared to new heights here.

It was unclear how much time had passed when David, his release complete, heard his dragon sister Tania approaching from a distance. He looked at his vassal, who lay weakly in a puddle, her breathing shallow. With Arrogance, he withdrew his gaze and said, "Clean yourself up. Don't let Tania notice anything, understand?"

"...Yes, Your Highness..." the Drow replied feebly.

A few minutes later, a rejuvenated David, no longer in his earlier daze, returned to Tania with the slightly staggering Drow beside him. He said, "Where are Lizrite and the others? Gather them. We need to pack up and prepare to return to Elariya."

The refreshed David now only wanted to return to Elariya and annihilate those damned Elves.

"They're still at Lord Ephelomon's training camp. Brother, please wait a moment. I'll go help them with the paperwork; it might take a while. You know how it is, Brother; in Barto Hell, everything else is fine, but the official procedures are incredibly lengthy and convoluted."

"It's that troublesome? Where is it? I'll go handle it myself." David didn't want to wait another second.

He believed that although Ephelomon was his ancestor, given his current status, the other party would probably show him some deference.

"It's near the Red Chief Dragon Hall. Follow me, Brother David."

As she spoke, she took off. She was surprised to find the Drow couldn't keep up and immediately asked with astonishment and curiosity, "Why is Hiatt's stomach so big?" The Drow was originally slender, but now she looked five months pregnant. She even covered her mouth and retched a couple of times. Even a White Dragon could see something was wrong.

"Er..." Feeling awkward, David quickly concocted a lie, "She probably just ate too much. She was asleep for so long, then had a big meal with me. She got a bit greedy..." He didn't know how to spin it further, so he decided to leave it at that for now.

"Oh..." Fortunately, Tania didn't press further. Instead, she began to cheerfully recount her experiences and encounters over the past thirty-plus years to David.

Only then did David realize that while he had been silently executing the Dragon Queen's epic-level mission, marking The Slaying King Star in the desolate depths of space, Tania and the others' lives here had been equally vibrant.

It began with nearly five years of training camp.

Compared to the mostly tedious spellcasting studies and various cultural, even 'artistic,' courses Tania had endured at Dewensen Academy on the New Continent, the training camp in Barto Hell was far more direct and brutal.

As a Red Dragon Vassal of the Chromatic Dragon Queen, Ephelomon also adhered to a simple truth prevalent among Red Dragons: Bigger is better, and brawn means strength.

Therefore, their most important daily lesson, right from the start, was eating.

As long as the training fees were paid, the ingredients sourced from various planes were plentiful and satisfying. These ranged from the Shira Giant Toad of the Sea of Chaos and the Blood of the Firebird from the Reckless Wilderness to even Elemental Crystals concocted through Alchemy.

This dietary approach directly shored up all the Red Dragons' other weaknesses. For instance, just the fungal poison glands of the Shira Giant Toad boosted their poison resistance to a level comparable to Green Dragons of the same age.

He also finally understood why he hadn't become as gaunt as a Black Dragon during his long slumber in the Sixth Hell—Tania had been indispensable.

Naturally, the Red Dragon Vassals' recipes from the Evil Scale Fortress couldn't be shared.

So his dragon sister had resorted to the same tactics she used during her hatchling years.

That meant stuffing herself at the training camp, then heading to the Sixth Hell, braving Sloth, to feed her older brother...

Hearing this, David was both moved and found it rather amusing.

So, in those initial years, besides eating, Tania and the others spent most of their time fighting. All the dragons were tossed into a demi-plane to duke it out.

After five years of this, they were thrown directly into war.

Back then, Tiamat hadn't yet obtained the 'War' divine portfolio, but Ephelomon was no ordinary figure. He was the dragon who had signed a pact with the Gis Yankee Emperor of the Astral Plane. So, for the next ten-plus years, Tania and the others raided alongside Gis Yankee astral pirates or completed strike missions for patrons across various sub-material planes.

At their most spectacular, dozens of Red Dragons rampaging across a region would spew Dragon Breath, sowing disaster, a veritable judgment of the wrathful Dragon Queen.

Hearing this, David glanced at Tania. A plan began to form in his mind.

The reason he despised that bunch of Chromatic Dragon mercenaries wasn't because he was stingy with treasures, but because their cost-effectiveness was just too low. But what if he directly hired a group of Red Dragons, or even Gis Yankee Red Dragon Knights? Even if they were expensive, he'd only need them for a short time. Just one bombardment by a formation of Red Dragons. That would make those High Elves cry and call him daddy!

Just as David was secretly getting excited about this, they arrived at the Evil Scale Fortress's Red Chief Training Camp.

He saw a group of dragons fly overhead. Then, from a distance, he heard a familiar phrase and voice roaring from the sky:

"Stop your damn running! All of you, get back here!"

Great, Lizrite, that Red Dragon, had really been led astray by him.