The Red Dragon Just Wants To Do As It Pleases

Tania, though she had also entered her youth, clearly harbored a certain blind adoration for David due to the glorious battles and achievements he had earned during his younger days.

"Hmm, I'll follow David's lead."

After David proposed this extreme home-switching strategic plan, Tania, as if she had regained her pillar of strength, hardly gave it a second thought before handing the baton of command back to her elder brother, then scurried off to nullify her contracts with the mercenaries from the Evil Scale Fortress.

While those sycophants were visibly reluctant to accept this bombshell of bad news, they were also aware of the frightening background behind this understated 'second-generation Red Dragon.' Therefore, there wasn't any incident of 'showing off and face-slapping'—which would have been a delightful spectacle for David involving some physical exertion. Instead, each one adopted the gentlemanly demeanor of Metal Dragons. They reluctantly but graciously declined the breach-of-contract compensation Tania offered, then bowed their heads and said, "Should Your Highness Tania have any other orders or issue battle tasks in the future, please inform us. We will unquestionably be pleased to oblige."

They then offered a fawning, overly polite, and somewhat servile smile under David's gaze—a clear display of his Arrogance—and took their leave.

This kind of courtesy and attitude caught David off guard for a moment.

Indeed, after Mother Pafila ascended to godhood, her deterrent power is outstanding. At least, this holds true for peers without a solid background.

David felt somewhat as if he had become a 'privileged dragon scion.'

Eh, does that mean I could also... you know, forcibly take someone on the street... BAH! No, no, no. Even though I'm a Red Dragon, I'm also one with class and integrity, with high standards for any potential partner I fancy, alright!

No sooner had David entertained this thought than his mouth began to water at the sight of the alluring dragon buttocks of various hues scattered across the square, saliva practically gushing from the corners of his mouth...

And wouldn't you know it—though one shouldn't speak of such things—it's largely true: most traditions of Chromatic Dragons, especially Red Dragons, really do involve brute force. They sate their desires, then dust off their cloacas and be on their way.

However, he was, after all, a Heteromorphic Dragon from another world. Despite his discomfort due to the rutting season's hormones, he really didn't fancy having a brood of children of various colors and species seeking him out in a few decades... Such a scenario, which might appear quite normal and traditional to other Chromatic Dragons, still struck the current him as rather off-putting.

"David, what's wrong?" Tania, who had just disbanded the 'Chromatic Dragon Guard Squad,' approached the drooling David and asked in a soft voice, her curiosity evident.

She suddenly noticed a somewhat pungent smell emanating from David. Still a young dragon herself, she didn't immediately connect it to *that*; her little head was slightly foggy. She started to wonder if her elder brother had somehow, while flying upwind, managed to urinate on himself...

"No, nothing, just shedding some teeth lately." Instinctually retracting his tongue and moving his head a little further from Tania's, David abruptly changed the subject and directly asked, "Speaking of which, how did you get the money to hire this bunch of trash?"

Arrogance.

Indeed, in David's eyes, this 'high-cost, high-upkeep' band of dragon mercenaries was nothing but rubbish. Even though a dragon's combat power couldn't be assessed solely by the dragon itself. After all, what young adult dragon didn't have some followers or dependents? Once they reached adulthood and acquired territories, they would gather even more—a host of vassals and even Dragonkin offspring. Therefore, a single dragon often represented a small, private mercenary force in itself.

David's question, which touched on property and interests, could be considered insulting to any dragon, akin to prying into another dragon's wealth.

Yet Tania seemed to have no guard against it and replied as a matter of course, "It's the potion supply business that you secured for Father. Now our family is also one of the military potion suppliers for Evil Scale Fortress."

David was immediately even more perplexed. "But hasn't Father been staying in Toriel all this time?"

So my sentimental feelings were for naught?

"Yes, so Hiatt has been in charge of the potion business these years. She has leased a potion workshop and some devils in Dis, the second layer of Barto Hell. However, our Anger Potion doesn't improve dragons much. Most customers are actually the dependents of dragons, so the scale of the business has never been too big over the years..."

David finally understood; indeed, squeezing Gold Coins out from under the claws of a dragon was a bit tricky. Without his father Attilicia, the dragon-shaped mining machine, and only being able to ride the fast track of the Chromatic Dragon Queen's interplanar wars, they couldn't make much of a splash in a place like Barto Hell—infamous across the Multiverse for its fierce competition. They could only manage a small-scale business in a low-end market.

However, David also understood that their father Attilicia ascending to legend sooner rather than later was more important than anything else. The Silver Dragon had already delayed too much precious time trying to earn money over the past years. And if Attilicia could successfully cultivate that group of Arcanists in Toriel, would they ever be short of projects then?

At the very least, being able to maintain a balanced budget for the Sky City on the Toriel Plane and provide some 'pocket money' for the young Silver Dragon miss Tania to accumulate experience was already quite good.

And David was certain that Attilicia must not have approved of Tania 'going back alone' to Elariya to fight those Elves at first.

Wonder what happened afterwards?

But none of that mattered anymore. For he was David Uthos: the Flame Steel Dragon, son of the Crimson Calamity, successor to Katjana, and the future Sovereign of the Skanis Continent.