Dracotitán

"Please, don't do it!"

"Don't kill my father!"

Two cries with sobs suddenly came from below. Muria's expression shifted slightly, and his small human figure disappeared in a flash from atop the red dragon, Altres.

A dark knight clad in armor and surrounded by a faint aura of death. Through the holes in his faceplate, Muria saw his soul fire, weak as if it might extinguish at any moment.

Interestingly, next to this soon-to-perish high-ranking undead, stood a golden-haired, blue-eyed, youthful girl and a young boy with baby fat on his face, both blocking a green-haired young man with horns on his head.

This was a green dragon, carrying out Muria's order to clear the undead.

"Your Highness!" The young man, transformed from a gold-tier green dragon, was slightly taken aback by Muria's sudden appearance, then quickly bowed in respect.

"What's happening here?" Muria asked with interest, observing the scene. A sister and brother stood in front of a dragon, protecting a high-ranking undead that was about to perish.

"These two humans were interfering with my duty as per your command, and I was about to throw them aside," the green dragon answered respectfully.

As a chromatic dragon, he had no sympathy for the seemingly pitiable humans and was irritated by their pleas. He had an urge to swat them dead, but he restrained himself due to Muria's presence.

"No, I meant why are they protecting an undead?" Muria corrected, slightly amused. Dragons, especially chromatic dragons, typically didn't care about human life.

"I'm not sure about that," the green dragon admitted, hiding his confusion. He couldn't understand why this noble being would be interested in some insignificant humans.

"Go clear the undead elsewhere. I'll handle this dark knight," Muria ordered. Indeed, he was curious about the siblings and wanted to understand their situation.

"As you command!" The young man transformed back into a thirty-meter-long green dragon and flew off to clear the undead in other areas.

"So, young lady, can you tell me why you're protecting this undead?" Muria turned and asked gently, his golden eyes focusing on the dusty and somewhat disheveled Orianna.

"He's my father!" Orianna looked up at Muria, who appeared a few years younger than her, answering uneasily. This was a being who could command dragons.

"Your father!" Muria raised his eyebrows. "How did he end up like this?"

"He..."

"Wait a second." Muria gestured for pause and turned back, looking at Altres who was still drooling over Orianna, "What are you still doing here? Go and clear the undead tide outside the city!"

Under Orianna's awed and curious gaze, the massive red dragon obediently spread its wings and flew out of the city, unleashing a column of fiery dragon breath onto the ground.

"What's outside the city?" Balk, the little boy, asked Muria curiously.

"Low-level undead in numbers sufficient to fill this city," Muria replied with a smile, then turned to Orianna. "Beautiful miss, please continue. Give me a reason to spare this dark knight, although he seems close to extinction."

...Under Muria's intense gaze, Orianna quickly recounted her father's plight.

"So, he is not only a lord who became an undead while protecting his people," Muria's playful smile faded into a solemn look as he observed the dark knight whose soul fire was nearly extinguished.

"He's also a qualified father who, despite losing most of his memory, still instinctively protected his offspring and people."

"Very well, such a noble knight indeed shouldn't be killed. But..." Muria reached out and a blood-stained spear beside the dark knight flew into his hand, "Could you explain why there's fresh blood on this? Undead don't bleed this color."

"Sir..." Orianna looked pleadingly at Muria, "My father lost most of his memory and was controlled by a lich. It wasn't his true will!"

"Just tell me straight," Muria tossed the dirty spear to the ground, disliking beings who lie or hide part of the truth, "I'm not an unfeeling, cold-blooded creature."

"Sir, please save my father."

"I won't intervene to save an undead," Muria shook his head, decisively refusing Orianna's request, "But I can tell you something. High-ranking undead like to devour the soul fires of lower undead to heal."

"Thank you for your kindness," Orianna bowed to Muria in gratitude, then cast a strength-enhancing spell on herself.

With an aura of magic and increased strength, she helped her father up. After a moment's hesitation, she asked Muria timidly, "May I ask, are you Princess Felicia?"

"Ah?!" Muria, who was about to leave after satisfying his curiosity, stopped, looked around in confusion, and finally turned his puzzled gaze to the expectant Orianna, "Are you talking to me?"

"Sorry, sir, I mistook your identity!" Orianna quickly realized her mistake and apologized.

"Mistaken?" Muria couldn't help but touch his face and then looked down at his armor and black cloak, "How could you confuse me with a princess? Nothing about me resembles that title."

"Sorry, sir!" Orianna's forehead beaded with sweat.

"Tell me, why did you think I was this Princess Felicia?" Muria narrowed his eyes, "I'm certainly not wearing a princess dress."

"Because I saw so many dragons obeying your command," Orianna explained nervously, "And they address you as 'Your Highness', so I thought..."

"So you thought I was that princess?" Muria gave her an odd look, thinking she might have been hit on the head.

"Yes..." Orianna nodded awkwardly, "According to the rumors, you resemble the Dragon Princess of the Orlando Empire, Felicia."

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