Melkobia felt a powerful force overbearingly suppress the magic in his internal organs. The magic, which had already begun to slip from his control, was suppressed without any resistance.
"This... this is?!"
Watching Melkobia's aura decline bit by bit, Sword Saint Dragon Kurnugi's eyes widened.
He had been willing to provide information about the Moon God Dragon before because he felt his saviors couldn't do anything to his mother.
When the time came to see his mother, he would plead for mercy. For the sake of her son, the Moon God Dragon might not only spare these humans who had come to subjugate her, but might even switch sides to help deal with the other Five Dragon Gods.
After all, the Five Dragon Gods didn't get along with each other.
This could be said to be a win-win situation.
But that was based on the premise that Hope and the others posed no threat to the Moon God Dragon.
But now...
Looking at Hope, who was sealing the Water God Dragon's magic, Kurnugi felt like he had played himself.
He had thought Hope was just bragging before.
No one had told him that this unreliable human really had the power to oppose a Dragon God, and looking at how Hope sealed the Water God Dragon's power, it seemed quite easy.
Oh no, I'm going to screw over my mom...
The situation had changed. He still had to find his mother, but Kurnugi felt he should think ahead about how to plead for the Moon God Dragon's mercy instead.
While the young Sword Saint Dragon was lost in thought, progress on Hope's side was going smoothly.
The level of Magnetic Field Power completely crushed magic, so the process of using the 'Heavenly Lock' to seal Melkobia's magic could be said to be unimpeded.
A few minutes later, Hope withdrew his hand. "Done. I've sealed ten percent of your magic. Adjust the rest slowly yourself; it shouldn't go berserk again."
The Magnetic 'Heavenly Lock' was, simply put, an artificial upper limit. In this world, unless Hope released the 'Heavenly Lock', Melkobia would never be able to continue getting stronger.
Melkobia was quite satisfied with this.
Losing that ten percent of uncontrollable magic was actually a good thing for him. It meant his magic would no longer go berserk, and he would never have to worry about Ermina sinking forever into the seabed because of him one day.
The problem that had been troubling him for so long was unexpectedly solved so easily.
Relieved, Melkobia felt an unprecedented lightness in his body. His expression was blank, and for a moment, he was speechless.
After a long time, he lowered his head deeply, paying his respects to Hope with the highest etiquette of the Dragon Race.
"Thank you."
Hope waved his hand. "You pay, I work. This is the most normal of business relationships. No need for such a grand gesture."
"Of course, if you're willing to do a full set of three kowtows and nine prostrations, I wouldn't mind."
Looking at Hope, who claimed it wasn't necessary but was already sitting properly waiting for the grand bow, Melkobia's slight respect vanished instantly.
He had still underestimated this guy. How could a person be shameless to this extent...
"By the way, Melkobia, there's something I want to ask you." Hope suddenly remembered something and turned back to ask, "Among the dragons that came to the Giltina continent with you four years ago, were there any lightning-attribute dragons?"
"You mean a Lightning Dragon, right?"
Melkobia thought for a moment and gave his answer: "There are no ordinary Lightning Dragons, but there is a 'Thunder Dragon King'."
Thunder Dragon King Alerxong.
From the title, it was clear that this was an existence on the same level as Natsu's dragon father.
According to Melkobia, the Thunder Dragon King died over twenty years ago. The one who killed him was Jorg Leissen, the guild master of the Dragon Eaters guild, 'Diabolos'.
Thinking of that Jorg Leissen whom he had handled at will, Hope was suddenly a bit disappointed. "No, is the prestigious Thunder Dragon King really that weak?"
"You misunderstand."
Melkobia sighed and explained, "The reason the Thunder Dragon King lost to that Dragon Eaters wasn't because he lacked strength, but because he was too old."
So it was because of age.
It seems the saying 'fists fear the young and strong' applies to dragons too.
The Diabolos guild possesses the method to create dragon slayer crystals. The Thunder Dragon King's body had long been eaten by the members of that guild, but his heart was kept and made into a dragon slayer crystal, sold at a high price to the eastern continent of Ishgar.
After all, to those who call themselves the'strongest' Fifth Generation Dragon Slayerss, dragon slayer crystals are just outdated trinkets. It's better to sell them for funds.
With his own problem solved, Melkobia, in a great mood, prepared to hold a banquet to celebrate, just to liven up his lonely palace.
Just then, his little steward Karamiru, whom he raised like a daughter, returned.
"Karamiru, we are preparing..."
"Lord Water God Dragon! Please listen to me first."
Karamiru interrupted Melkobia, her face filled with obvious joy. "Weren't you always worried about your magic? A very powerful Mage contacted me earlier, saying she could make you return to normal."
"That Mage is already outside the palace. Do you want to see her?"
Melkobia was slightly taken aback.
Karamiru was just an ordinary person who didn't even know magic, so naturally, she couldn't see that the part of his magic he couldn't control had already been dealt with.
"Thank you for your concern, Karamiru," Melkobia said gently. "But Mr. Hope has already solved the trouble for me first."
"Eh?! Really... That's wonderful!"
Karamiru felt a little disappointed, but she was immediately happy for Melkobia from the bottom of her heart. Even Hope's group, whom she had been hostile toward, seemed more agreeable now.
As for the Mage Karamiru had invited, a banquet is all about being lively anyway, so one more person wouldn't hurt. Melkobia told her to bring the person in.
A short while later, a young girl with silver hair and a white dress followed Karamiru into the main hall where the banquet was being prepared.
Karamiru reached out and introduced the girl behind her. "This is Faris, nicknamed the White Mage. She is super—powerful."
In the next second, more than a dozen gazes fell squarely on the silver-haired girl.
Those scrutinizing and strange gazes made Faris, who originally wanted to give a polite greeting, swallow her words back down.
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