Sasha had a delicate appearance, not overly flashy, but very captivating—the type you see and can hardly look away from, feeling that everything about her is perfect.
Seranthir, on the other hand, looked like a middle-aged man with short hair and a weathered, experienced face.
He naturally exuded the demeanor of a veteran soldier: strong, resolute, and possessing an undeniable authority.
The two Dragons flew down and stopped in front of the group of Dragons.
Seranthir's entrance did not make the surrounding atmosphere very lively.
This was indeed the case. After all, seeing a Metal Dragon socializing with the Chromatic Dragon felt awkward to Seranthir no matter how he looked at it.
However, when he saw Jona Velli, his expression worsened.
Wait? Why is there another Sasha here?
Although she didn't look exactly like Sasha herself, he could still recognize that this was Sasha.
Gris's eyes widened. He swayed back and forth, looking first at Sasha, then at "Sasha," his mind completely blank.
"W-what the heck? Two Sashas? Am I dreaming? I'm so lucky, aren't I~"
*Duang!*
Jona Velli punched Gris, embedding him into the ground, her face full of disdain.
Ailar suddenly came back to her senses, Fenni wore an "I knew it" expression, and only Harmody stood there scratching his head, completely confused.
"Older Sister, what... what is the meaning of this?"
Sasha looked at "Sasha," wondering what kind of stunt she was pulling now.
"Hehe~ I was just messing around."
With that, Jona Velli's figure shifted, simultaneously releasing her hidden aura, and she returned to her true form.
"Long time no see, Little Sister Sasha."
"It really has been a long time, Older Sister Jona Velli!"
Both Dragons were very happy and embraced each other.
Friel, standing nearby, watched the scene with bulging eyes and a grinding jaw.
"Hmm?"
Seranthir slightly furrowed his brow and directed his gaze toward Friel, which was partly a warning, but mostly confusion.
Isn't it normal for girls to hug? What is this one implying?
Thinking this, Seranthir looked at Jona Velli. At their stage of development, perception was naturally unparalleled.
When Jona Velli transformed, Seranthir keenly captured the aura she emitted.
Well, there's also a Mixed-Blood here.
After hugging for a few seconds, the two Dragons released each other.
Jona Velli looked Sasha up and down, nodded with satisfaction, and patted her shoulder with her small hand.
"Not bad, Little Sister. After decades apart, you've gotten stronger and prettier. You're almost catching up to me."
Although there was an element of Five-Color Dragon self-praise, Jona Velli still had a clear assessment of her own beauty.
She was an absolutely desirable presence wherever she went.
"Older Sister is still..."
Sasha looked at Jona Velli, finding her still so short, so cute, and so beautiful.
"You've also changed quite a bit. Every gesture and movement carries an innate nobility and elegance."
Sasha naturally avoided the sensitive topic of Jona Velli's height.
"Hahahaha, Sasha is still so fond of joking. Come on, tonight we won't stop drinking until we pass out."
"Absolutely not!"
Friel quickly spoke up. The Dragons all looked at her suspiciously, noticing her determined expression.
"Friel..."
"No, you can't drink. Don't forget your alcohol tolerance, and definitely don't forget this period of time."
Hearing this, Jona Velli thought back for a moment and replied with slight confusion.
"I don't recall having bad alcohol tolerance, and... what period of time?"
Seeing that Jona Velli didn't understand her meaning, Friel felt inexplicably irritated.
"In short, you are forbidden to drink!"
Seeing that Friel was about to blow up, Jona Velli quickly appeased her.
"Alright, alright~ Don't be mad. I won't drink then."
"Hmph, don't be smug. I wasn't angry."
Friel crossed her arms, turned her head to the side, looking like, "Don't talk nonsense, I definitely didn't."
"Yes, yes, yes."
Seranthir, standing by, took in the entire scene, his eyes darkening slightly.
As an old monster who had lived for several thousand years, he could naturally discern things from subtle expressions, movements, and veiled words.
This wasn't a novel; there were no fools here. How could a Bronze Dragon who had weathered thousands of years be foolish?
'This adult Red Dragon... is quite interesting.'
What Friel wanted to express was simply that the Coronation Ceremony was in two days, and no accidents could be allowed, especially with the massive threat posed by the elderly Bronze Dragon, Seranthir.
They had to remain sober and vigilant at all times to cope with any potential incidents.
As for how he knew about the Coronation Ceremony? Sasha had voluntarily confessed it to him.
Although this Red Dragon lacked experience, Seranthir still felt her intelligence was quite high—at least enough to catch his attention, right?
As for the remaining Dragons? One is a strong adult idiot, one is a half-idiot adult, one is a complete adult idiot, and one is a not-so-idiotic minor, but playful and mentally immature.
As for Sasha, he was quite fond of this talented junior. But that rumor... Seranthir glared at Ailar, who trembled all over. Without looking, she knew that no other Dragon possessed such a deterrent gaze except Seranthir.
But soon, Seranthir secretly shook his head. None of that mattered. His main mission this time was to see what these Chromatic Dragon were truly like.
After all, before he came, Sasha had constantly been speaking highly of them.
That's right. His initial goal was to escort Sasha to retrieve Ailar, prevent Sasha from refusing to return to Dragon Island, and check the background of the Three Dragons who were able to destroy Demon King City.
As for fighting? As long as they didn't cross Seranthir's bottom line, he wasn't interested in doing something that amounted to bullying the weak.
Besides, wasn't annihilating the Demon Race a good thing? As for the remaining Demons, they couldn't cause any trouble.
That's why Seranthir didn't care about Friel's words just now, because he simply didn't believe these adult Giant Dragons could defeat him, an elderly Bronze Dragon.
Initially, he had planned to let Bolite come, but that guy absolutely refused.
Seeing that the atmosphere was slightly awkward, coupled with Seranthir's silence, Sasha finally slapped her forehead.
"Ah, look at me. I was so busy catching up, I forgot the introductions."
Sasha quickly stepped forward to smooth things over.
"Uncle Seranthir, they are my sworn Older Sister, the Variant White Dragon Jona Velli; my second Older Sister, the Red Dragon Friel; and my friend..."
Sasha looked at Gris, who was embedded in the ground, feeling awkward and displeased.
What a disgrace to Dragons.
But she still braced herself and introduced him.
"The Variant Black Dragon Gris."
"The Little Fairy Fenni, and as for this White Dragon... I don't know him."
Sasha looked at Harmody, with curiosity and a bit of embarrassment.
"Oh! That's right! We've never met, so back then you..."
Hades looked at Jona Velli, and Gris also pulled his head out of the ground, his face full of anger.
"Older Sister, you tricked me?! Did you think that was fun?! Huh!!"
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