The black-haired man called Gris looked impatient, his right hand digging at Harmody's ear that had been talking nonstop.
"I'm telling you, Harmody, why are you so stubborn?"
"I've said it, I'm not disbelieving, I just find it hard to accept for the moment."
"Think about it, a dragon you've never met before suddenly appears and says 'I'm your daddy'—can you accept that?"
"Besides, I've said many times, I'm not disbelieving, not disbelieving, I truly just can't accept it right away. Why are you so stubborn?"
Harmody showed an awkward expression but persisted.
"Ah, I just want to hear it."
"Once, just once, call me daddy once to make me happy."
"Tsk, don't you know the rule that one leads to two? I think you're really..."
Before Gris could finish his words, he sensed two different gazes.
Why were they different? Because most citizens of White Crystal City looked at him with respect tinged with a hint of fear.
But one of these two gazes was different, filled with curiosity and inquiry.
"Hmm?"
Harmody obviously noticed too, frowning in displeasure.
Dragons dislike being watched, especially with such a gaze.
The two dragons followed the gaze and saw the curious Ailar and Fenni sitting on her shoulder.
Seeing them, especially Ailar, Harmody immediately shouted.
"I can tell at a glance you're not human! State your purpose for coming to White Crystal City! Otherwise..."
White dragon scales grew on Harmody's cheeks, and Gris also prepared to take action.
After all, these two were the type with only one track in their minds—reckless through and through.
"Lord Gris! Lord Harmody! Wait! This is..."
Fenni hurriedly tried to stop them, but before she could finish, another loud voice sounded nearby.
"You're Gris?!"
This shout left the three on the scene stunned, while Ailar had already run up to Gris.
Her gaze unabashedly sized him up and down.
"Wow, wow! So you're Gris!"
Gris was full of question marks.
What... was going on?
"Excuse me... do you know me? I have no memory of you in my mind."
Ailar quickly stopped, looking apologetic but unable to hide her excitement.
"Ah~ sorry, sorry, I got too excited for a moment and forgot my manners."
"Let me introduce myself now."
"I am a Brass Dragon, Ailar, and also..."
"Holy crap! You're Ailar!"
Gris reacted even more exaggeratedly than Ailar, jumping up high.
Seeing this, Ailar was also taken aback.
"You know me? Or have you heard of my name?"
"That shouldn't be possible. I've never traveled outside, so you couldn't have. Unless..."
Ailar quickly figured it out.
"That's right! Miss Sasha told me!"
"She often mentions you in front of me."
"By the way... where is Sasha?"
Gris began looking around but couldn't see the figure he had been thinking about day and night.
Gris looked down at Ailar in confusion, noticing her excitement had turned to awkwardness.
"Um... I actually... sneaked out."
Ailar scratched her head. Seeing this awkward scene, Gris couldn't help but recall what Sasha had told him before.
"Is sneaking out of Dragon Island a tradition among you Metal Dragons? It's not written in the Inheritance Memory."
At this, Ailar became even more embarrassed.
As far as she knew, in the past thousand years, only she and Sasha had sneaked out.
So... in the eyes of those orderly Metal Dragons, they were the bad kids.
But their talent and strength were also formidable, so these two dragons were also the 'other people's children' in the mouths of those Metal Dragons.
Loved yet giving headaches.
Seeing that Ailar seemed unwilling to dwell on this topic, Gris took the initiative to end it.
"By the way, how has Sasha been these years?"
Hearing Gris mention Sasha, Ailar looked up at him and noticed a strikingly bright pink hue on his cold white skin.
Seeing Gris like this created a strong sense of contrast.
Imagine a tall, handsome man over six feet, with a cold, stern appearance, pale skin, and an impatient expression.
When mentioning someone, his cheeks flushed unnaturally, and he shyly averted his gaze—it was hard not to let the imagination run wild.
Ailar's eyes darted, and a mischievous idea instantly popped into her head, a sly smile spreading across her face.
"Ahem~ Sister Sasha has been living well on Dragon Island, her days quite comfortable."
"Just taking care of juvenile dragons in her spare time, practicing magic, enjoying the courtship offers from other male dragons..."
"What!"
Gris screamed, his eyes filled with shock.
Now his face wasn't red, and his shyness was gone.
"What did you just say last?"
Gris grabbed Ailar's shoulders, almost uncontrollably tightening his grip.
"Ouch~ You're hurting me!"
Ailar cried out in pain. Gris realized he had lost control, and his remaining reason made him let go.
"Sor... sorry, I was rude. I couldn't control myself..."
"Hmph! It's fine. I said,'Sister Sasha enjoys the courtship signals from other male dragons.'"
Gris's pupils dilated as if struck by lightning. He instinctively took two steps back, looking incredulous, muttering to himself.
"Impossible... how could this be? How could it? Sasha wouldn't do that... right! Sasha wouldn't! You're lying to me!!"
Gris suddenly looked up, hoping to see signs of lying in Ailar's eyes.
But unfortunately, Gris wasn't good at observation. Moreover, what Ailar said was true, though the truth was somewhat edited.
"What's impossible? Think about it—Sister Sasha is a Silver Dragon, the epitome of elegance among dragons, hailed as the beauty of moonlight."
"Whether in beauty, temperament, or personality, she's top-tier."
"Besides, Sister Sasha has the best physique of her generation."
"Do you think such a being wouldn't have adult male dragons pursuing her?"
Ailar's words were all reasonable, which made Gris's heart ache and left him unable to refute.
"But... but didn't she promise... to come back for me?"
Gris's eyes grew slightly moist as he voiced this last doubt, still wanting to hold on.
Ailar was taken aback but quickly understood.
"Sister Sasha has that intention, but her house arrest period isn't over yet. She can only stay on Dragon Island and can't leave."
"She's thought about sneaking out, but obviously, the higher-ups on Dragon Island have been on guard against her, and she hasn't succeeded."
At this, Ailar showed a look of pity.
Whoosh—
A gust of wind swept in...
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