NOVEL NEXT Chapter 207: Nested Silver Scale Breastplate_2
Mother Pavlra once made all the choices available to him, letting him freely carve his own path.
Perhaps the intention of the Dragon Queen was the exact opposite? To keep him, who possessed Authority, steadfast to his true self amidst the boundless sea of desire, to persist on his own path and decisions, rather than spending all his time on what seemed like countless choices.
Because sometimes, when you appear to be immersed in having unlimited choices, it isn't that different from having no choice at all.
Just like David, who upon entering the Dragon Queen's treasure vault, first had Greed crazily spring up in his mind. This was followed by Jealousy upon realizing that countless treasures here were destined to be out of his reach, until, having seen so many, his nerves began to numb into Sloth.
It was precisely when he faintly sensed this amidst the endless temptations that David, startled into awareness, temporarily stopped his dizzying 'window-shopping.' Instead, he lay down right there to contemplate his most pressing need. What was it, really?
So, after David confirmed this, it only took him three days to select this 'magic device' he was holding in his claw. Then, under the dumbstruck gaze of the guide Green Dragon beside him, he took it out directly, slung it over his shoulder, and walked away, leaving the Green Dragon miss to chase relentlessly after him.
Because at that moment, from the strong scent of hormones that suddenly filled the air, David confirmed something:
The young Green Dragon miss beside him was probably in heat...
Her gaze towards David was as if she wanted to devour him on the spot.
After all, compared to humans, dragons—unburdened by the pressure of public opinion and marital systems—express their desires and mate choices much more directly and starkly.
It's like how lionesses only mate with the lion who has defeated all challengers. Dragons, however, are more egalitarian in this respect; powerful female dragons also have ample choice. Even if a female overpowers a male, other male dragons would only mock the weakness of the one who was bested.
Poor thing. Ever since the Dragon Queen's vault had been opened to dragons, this Green Dragon miss had served as a 'guide' and 'tour guide' for years. She had always seen young dragons flaunting their wealth at the entrance of the vault in hopes of catching female dragons' attention, and had also seen some Ashabi Magic Dragons strictly following protocol to distribute the Dragon Queen's bounties to those rewarded for their merits.
She had never seen anything like someone just grabbing what they fancied!
And yet, no divine punishment ensued.
Even the two Ashabi Magic Dragons at the entrance did not stop him. Instead, they looked on with humble smiles, brought over a gorgeous Sealing Magic Box to package it securely for David, and respectfully saw him off.
In that instant, the Green Dragon miss even thought she had encountered the 'illegitimate child' of the Dragon Queen!
If only she could fly faster!
To save time and avoid unnecessary trouble, David spread his wings and soared into the sky before any dragons attempted to approach for conversation. After a quick trip back to the Holy Temple, he took his dragon sister Tania and a host of retainers and flew directly to Malboggi, the sixth hell.
Attilicia, who had already received advance news from Xiat, had withdrawn from the Toriel Plane ahead of time. He was standing on the perilous sloping ground, looking 'amiable and approachable' as he waited for them.
Originally, David was actually planning to return to his home plane of Elariya. However, his dragon father had specifically instructed him to first go to the sixth hell to collect the two sets of 'silver scale breastplates' made to measure for him and his sister...
That feeling, how shall I describe it? It's like he's insistent on knitting you a sweater by hand in college, saying that a store-bought sweater never keeps you as warm as one he's knitted himself.
So, as much as it embarrassed him, he couldn't bear to let down his dragon father's painstaking efforts, could he?
But when Attilicia took out the two sets of 'silver scale breastplates', carefully handing them over to David and Tania, David, slightly dazzled by his dragon father's craftsmanship, then heard the sound of the idiotic dragon Mofei swallowing his saliva behind him.
If he hadn't known his father's personality so well, he would have had trouble connecting the silver scale breastplate in front of him—which combined aesthetics, defense, and comfort—to the 'dead skin' his father had torn off him a few months ago.
These dragon-use silver scale breastplates had their metal-like Dragon Scales rearranged closely to form a protective layer several times thicker than that of an adult Silver Dragon's scales. The chest area, perhaps intricately carved by Attilicia to show off his skill, featured a beautiful dragon head pattern.
No!
It wasn't just decorative; it was the Red Robe Magi pattern that the old Devil Dalonas had inscribed on him before that significant journey.
Originally, David had felt some regret due to 'Death by Projection,' believing he had lost the Magic Pattern which combined Magic Absorption, Spell Storage, Magic Protection, and Magic Communication.
He hadn't expected Attilicia to take it to heart; he had probably even learned magic pattern carving from the old Devil Dalonas himself.
He was instantly touched, and because of this, he saw even more of the heart and detail that went into this piece of work.
Theoretically, the scales of Metal Dragons—being more metallic than the leathery scales of Chromatic Dragons—had their edges polished to an extreme smoothness. This finish reflected bright light, making the breastplate seem to shine at all times. Moreover, the edges were integrated with leather. This design prevented frequent scraping against his own scales while also maintaining a certain flexibility. The breastplates even felt cool to the touch, like Silver Dragon scales. Holding them was like feeling the very body of his dragon father, Attilicia...