"Heh—"
Just as Polite was reprimanding Sasha, a cold sneer drifted over.
Only then did Polite look toward the two dragons who had been marginalized all this time, his brow furrowing slightly.
"It seems the dragons of these past few generations on Dragon Island aren't up to much, making arbitrary conclusions without understanding the specific facts."
"What do you mean? You, a Chromatic Dragon, have the nerve to lecture us Metal Dragons? You have no standing to do so, whether by race or experience."
Jona Velli flexed her claws.
"Heh, you Metal Dragons are as loathsome as ever—a bunch of hypocrites."
They were itching; Polite felt his claws were truly itching to strike.
Subconsciously, he wanted to identify Jona Velli's past to see if he should decide to fight or not.
At that moment, Jona Velli raised a claw.
"Don't bother. I am just a sin-laden Evil Dragon."
Seeing Jona Velli like this, Polite was dazed for a moment. He seemed to see the shadow of an old acquaintance in her, which caused the area hidden beneath his scales to tighten.
"You... just who are you?"
He didn't know why he asked, but he did.
"I am the White Dragon Jona Velli. As you can see, I am an Aberrant Dragon."
Saying this, Jona Velli held her head high, feeling quite proud of herself—a completely subconscious behavior.
If they were facing any adult Chromatic Dragon, Jona Velli and the others wouldn't have acted this way.
After all, Chromatic Dragons don't care about logic; they'll just fight if they want to.
But now, they were facing Metal Dragons, and the very reasonable kind at that, which was why they dared to display these slightly provocative gestures and behaviors.
However, Jona Velli now regretted it. She had just said she was an Evil Dragon, and yet she acted like this; she could already guess what would be waiting for her in a moment.
"An Aberrant Dragon? A Silver-White hybrid? At the Young stage?"
Unexpectedly, the Silver Dragon didn't strike immediately but instead fell into deep thought.
The Silver Dragon's expression shifted several times. In the next second, he appeared before Jona Velli and pressed a claw onto her White Dragon head.
Jona Velli's pupils dilated suddenly.
Wait, brother? Are you really going to kill me just like that? You're full of it.
This scene caught all the dragons off guard. Friel was the first to react, launching an attack immediately.
Polite didn't even give her a glance; he simply cast a binding spell, trapping Friel in place.
The same happened to Gris on the other side.
"Uncle Polite! Don't!"
Sasha tried to intervene but was also bound.
Just as Jona Velli thought Polite was going to crush her head, a wave of spiritual power entered her body.
A moment later, Polite's entire body trembled violently.
"You... You are! My child?!"
"Huh?"
"What?"
"Wow."
This sentence left all the dragons dumbfounded. What was this? A grand family reunion scene?
"Old geezer, who the hell are you calling your child!"
Jona Velli snapped on the spot. Are you kidding? She didn't even know him, yet he started taking advantage of her after just a few words. Who wouldn't be angry?
Polite realized he had been too excited and his words were a bit impolite. He coughed lightly and released his claw.
Jona Velli glared at him with a face full of anger.
But knowing that the Aberrant Dragon before him was his child, the way Polite looked at her changed.
It was complex, incredibly complex.
Who would have thought that a one-night stand several hundred years ago would actually result in this.
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