A Dragon against the Whole World

Zoraya let out a sharp, cold laugh: "And I see it very clearly, very thoroughly."

"My father, Prest Dominic, is a creature with almost no excess emotions."

"All his actions prioritize his own interests; he is a completely opportunistic Evil Dragon, to whom emotions, promises, bloodlines... are nothing but chips and obstacles to be exploited or eliminated."

At that moment, the Red Silver Dragon Deborah, who had been lying at Galos’s feet, barely supported her upper body with her forelimbs.

Touched by this cold recount, she couldn’t help but interject: "So, is this thought driven by your desire for revenge for your mother?"

Her voice was still weak from exertion, but more than anything, it carried confusion.

Blue Dragon Zoraya glanced suspiciously at the Mixed-blood Metal Dragon, then turned her gaze to the Red Iron Dragon.

She initially thought this Metal Dragon was a captive or war trophy of the King of Molten Iron, but now it seemed their relationship might not be so simple.

After observing the Red Iron Dragon’s lack of displeasure, she then turned back to the Red Silver Dragon and said: "Metal Dragon, please do not always use your standards filled with warmth and morality to speculate about our Evil Dragon’s ideas."

"I have little concern regarding my mother’s death itself."

"She blindly trusted my father, and her existence indeed threatened my father’s ruling position, yet she was oblivious to this. From the survival rules of Evil Dragons, her removal was the logical outcome."

"I speak of my mother..." She refocused her gaze on Galos: "Mainly to help you, esteemed King of Molten Iron, understand better what kind of a cold-blooded and ruthless dragon my father truly is."

"This will aid you in judging whether my request is worth considering."

Red Silver Dragon Deborah opened her mouth, seemingly wanting to say more, but ultimately all her words turned into a sigh.

She initially held onto a fantasy, thinking that the Blue Dragons, known for order and family values, might differ from other Five-Colored Dragons.

But now it seemed she was too naive.

The internal struggles within the Blue Dragon Race were equally cruel and dangerous.

Zoraya paid no mind to the Metal Dragon’s reaction, continuing to explain to Galos: "Before my father entered his mature sleep this time, he personally promised me that once my strength surpassed his, he would willingly cede the leadership position to me and urged me to wait patiently."

She coldly laughed: "Ha, he said similar words to my mother back in the day."

"Previously, the Dragon Group was at a critical juncture of pioneering in the wilderness, and during his dormancy, the group needed management. I still held considerable utility to him, which is why he didn’t do anything to me but instead trusted and relied heavily on me, considering me his right-hand ally."

Zoraya paused for a moment and said earnestly: "But now he is awake."

"As soon as he no longer needs me or feels I threaten him, I fear I will follow in my mother’s footsteps and die inexplicably in some accident."

"I put on a facade of fear and compliance before him just so I can bring him down at the opportune moment!"

She lifted her head, gaze fiery as she looked at the Red Iron Dragon: "There’s a rumor in the wilderness saying that Mad King Gorsas is your biological father, though unconfirmed, yet I believe in its high credibility."

"A Giant Dragon capable of ruthlessly patricide, I believe, you must understand my thoughts and situation at this moment."

Galos: "......"

His dragon face seemed to twitch slightly, feeling offended.

But the fact stands, regardless of the reasons, there’s nothing more to explain; if not for the influence of madness, he wouldn’t care about the Blue Dragon’s words at all.

Suppressing the urge to go mad.

He stared at Blue Dragon Zoraya and asked: "Is your reason solely for survival?"

Merely for survival, she actually need not choose the highly difficult and risky path of patricide.

As a strong mature dragon, realizing her father’s true nature, she entirely has the chance to escape the Dragon Group, flee far away, and break free from Prest’s control.

Zoraya candidly said: "Besides that, naturally for some dissatisfaction and ambition deep within me."

"My father once half-jokingly said in a conversation, with my talent and character, when I become stronger than him, I would certainly challenge his rule and take the leadership position."

"And my response then was: Absolutely impossible, I will always fear and respect him and be content to remain in an assistant position."

"My father was quite satisfied with my answer."

She grinned slightly and said: "However, my father... he actually didn’t misjudge me."

"He merely underestimated the part of Green Dragon Bloodline I inherited from my mother, which although not outwardly visible, helps me understand how to hide my fangs better and endure patiently for extended periods."

"The leader position of the Dragon Group, I have coveted for a long time."

"Becoming a Master of the Dragon Clans, leading a region, this is the dream of most Blue Dragons, and it includes myself, Zoraya Dominic."

The Red Iron Dragon gazed at Zoraya.

After a few seconds of silence, he suddenly grinned and said: "So tell me, Blue Dragon."

"To achieve your ambition, what price are you willing to pay?"

Zoraya took a deep breath and said seriously: "As long as you agree, once I become the leader of the Dominican Dragon Group, the entire group will become your, King of Molten Iron, firmest and most loyal ally."