Dracotitán

"Fiona!" Muria, looking exhausted, slumped into his chair, calling out to the green dragon beside him. Even in a conservative maid outfit, her voluptuous figure and waist-length green hair were evident. This green dragon, in human years, would be considered at the twilight of her life, with her physical functions largely diminished and life nearing its end. However, Fiona, in her human form, showed no signs of aging, remaining youthful and vibrant.

"Your Highness Muria, what are your orders?"

Fiona, having lived over six hundred years, quickly accepted her role after following Muria, obeying his commands without question. She was the first to don the maid outfit, setting a precedent, and Muria was very pleased with her.

"Send a message to Ortles, have him sleep at the entrance of the mage tower!"

"This..." Fiona hesitated. Such an order might be inappropriate for a red dragon. "Isn't that a bit improper for Ortles? After all, he is a red dragon, and such an order, he might not..."

"Tell him, if he blocks the entrance and sleeps for an hour, I'll give him a fire elemental crystal. For two hours, two crystals, and so on."

"Your Highness, I believe I am also capable of this task, no need to trouble the Crimson Wing." Hearing Muria's words, Fiona immediately perked up, her gaze fixed on Muria.

"No, you have another assignment. Take two other soul-level green dragons, revert to your true forms, and lie atop the mage tower. Don't hold back your dragon's might; however comfortable, just release it."

"Yes, Your Highness Muria."

"Your reward will be the same as the red dragon's. Rest assured, I will not shortchange any dragon that follows me."

...A peak soul-intent, ferocious red dragon lay sleeping at the entrance of the mage tower, while three soul-level green dragons sat atop the tower, one's dragon might not inferior to the red dragon below.

This formation deterred many dragons who wanted to visit Muria and talk about the Dragon Mother, forcing them to abandon the idea. Not every dragon has the confidence to disregard the daunting presence of four soul-level fierce dragons.

Moreover, Muria deploying all his soul-level dragons showed his current state of being overwhelmed. Any dragon with a bit of intelligence would refrain from visiting him.

...

"Little brother Muria, as the core of the banquet, it's time for you to make your appearance."

As night fell and the sky filled with stars, Muria, who was meditating, heard a familiar, soft voice near him.

The black-haired, golden-eyed youth opened his eyes to see a portal quietly forming in front of him.

Muria smiled, not at all surprised. This was his host's domain, and as a mage dragon, she naturally controlled everything within her mage tower, even if she had ceded some authority.

Muria stood up and crossed the portal, arriving at a relatively quiet banquet hall. The guests, of high caliber, even kept their voices low during discussions.

Gold and silver adorned the ceiling, white jade for the walls, and crystal for the floors—a hall that epitomized luxury and extravagance. Although it couldn't compare to the Dragon Mother's crystal castle, it was impressive for a gold dragon not yet legendary.

Upon entering the hall, seemingly expanded through spatial magic, Muria surveyed the surroundings. Every face he saw was flawlessly beautiful, unlike typical humans.

Dragons, being apex predators, retained their perfection even in human form, making them unparalleled in beauty even in the eyes of discerning elves.

"Do I need to introduce him? The identity of this young gentleman beside me."

Next to Muria, Kaslana, in a splendid gold dress, naturally approached and hooked her arm through Muria's, her demeanor calm and unforced.

"Many friends have visited today, and even those who haven't can probably guess his identity."

"The Golden Blaze, the son of Atreus!" murmured some dragons in the crowd. "Truly a significant figure in our metallic dragon clan."

"The son of the Golden Blaze!" Hearing those words, Muria, enjoying the soft touch on his arm, stiffened momentarily but quickly returned to normal.

To all the dragons at the banquet, including Lady Kaslana, his primary identity was the son of the Golden Blaze, not the descendant of the original Dragon King, Muria.

For the first time, Muria felt the pressure of the vast shadow cast upon him, but he could only smile and endure the discomfort, for this shadow was projected by his mother.

...

"This is Golden Radiance, Antalia..."

"This is Abyssal Hunter, Krast..."

"Shadow of the Silver Moon, Elina."

...After Muria's entrance, the banquet reached a small climax. All the dragons, transformed into human form, toasted him. Even neutral gemstone dragons approached to greet Muria and familiarize themselves with him.

Then, Kaslana, arm in arm with Muria, introduced him to various renowned dragons from Ionia, all with their own titles.

Muria noticed that the dragons Kaslana invited were mostly adolescent or young dragons, with the oldest being newly adult.

The banquet lacked any dragons older than young adulthood, indicating it was specifically for young metallic dragons, likely arranged by Kaslana. Muria doubted she didn't know any older dragons.

"Now, it's time to talk about you, little brother Muria." After making introductions, Kaslana, looking stunning in her tight evening gown, whispered into Muria's ear, her breath tickling him and stirring his heart, causing a restlessness within him.

"Cough!" Muria coughed lightly, then raised his glass, loudly announcing, "Everyone!"

As Muria spoke, all conversations ceased, and every dragon turned their attention to him, curious about what he would say.

Muria's status and his own strength were enough to command the attention of all the dragons present.

"Has anyone seen six chromatic dragons moving together? One red dragon, three green dragons, and two black dragons."

Despite not knowing the exact location of the six dragons banished to Ionia by the Dragon Mother, Muria was aware of their types.

"Prince Muria sure knows how to joke!"

"Ha ha!"

"One red dragon, three green dragons, two black dragons."

...

As soon as Muria finished speaking, laughter erupted in the hall, as if they found Muria's statement to be a joke.

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