Chapter 323 -246: Cassius’s Preparations
“Osedro.”
Within the Steel Dragonwing Palace, Cassius uttered this name, while beside him stood Olivia, whose face was flushed with anger and embarrassment.
Cassius lowered his head again, gazing into the blue-gray eyes of the Silver Dragon, and carelessly asked,
“Do you have any other information?”
“Such as… your grandfather’s high-tier spell list.”
“No.”
...
Olivia said viciously, almost grinding out the word through clenched teeth.
This young Silver Dragon felt she was being played around again, falling for the cunning schemes of this Red Dragon, even the seemingly sincere invitation was part of the plot, merely to extract information from her.
If she knew a bit more about the players’ jargon, she might even call this “pua.”
“Before I was born, he was already a renowned Ancient Silver Dragon, and for hundreds of years, no enemy has forced my grandfather to fight with all his might. I’ve never seen him go all out either.”
“Even for you, it would be difficult to defeat him.”
“And even if I did know, I wouldn’t tell you.”
“That’s the most important secret of a mage.”
Olivia turned her head, avoiding direct eye contact, deliberately not looking at Cassius’s deep, mesmerizing light-golden pupils.
She felt an unprecedented strangeness, harboring both guilt toward her grandfather and confusion about her current identity.
A lawful good Silver Dragon had become a member under the rule of her arch-nemesis, the Red Dragon, even helping him against her own family members.
What exactly was she now?
An accomplice of evil dragons, or a misguided person?
Originally, Olivia had harbored the idea of “saving” the Red Dragon, wishing to convert him to the “Lord of the Northwind.” But now, she had instead been changed by him, gradually becoming someone she herself couldn’t recognize.
Without paying attention to the Silver Dragon’s complex mental activity, Cassius’s expression remained calm as he said blandly,
“Since that’s the case, then forget it.”
“Please leave, my future councilor.”
Olivia hesitated for a long time, until her claws were almost entwined together, before stammering out,
“Cassius…”
“Hmm?”
The Silver Dragon raised her head slightly, gazing at him with a complex expression, and said in a low voice, “Can I go with you this time?”
“That doesn’t sound like something you would say. When you see the gruesome battlefield, don’t cry out loud or attempt to rescue our enemies.”
“Let me go with you.”
Olivia’s eyes gradually grew resolute, and she repeated again.
Cassius was quite surprised; in his impression, this “particularly gullible” Silver Dragon seldom put forward her own demands so assertively.
So he asked,
“Why?”
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“My grandfather, in his youth, was a dragon who eradicated evil relentlessly. Compared to a Silver Dragon, he was more like a stubborn Gold Dragon.”
“If you were really defeated by him, my presence might make him go easy on you. After all, you’re not one of those utterly vicious evil dragons, though I don’t fully agree with your governance.”
Hearing her words, Cassius shook his head and chuckled.
She truly did consider the well-being of her enemy. As expected of the Silver Dragon known as the “Dragon Holy Mother.”
Thinking of this, he asked playfully,
“Then, may I ask who you hope will win?”
“.”
Olivia bit her lip, saying nothing.
Her feelings toward this Red Dragon had grown increasingly complex, with resentment and embarrassment mingled with an inexplicable sense of dependence.
And their relationship was just as complicated.
Mutual arch-enemies?
Ruling figure and subordinate?
Swindler and the deceived?
Or perhaps…
She didn’t know how to answer this sharp question.
“Heh, the goodwill of a Silver Dragon.”
Cassius said no more, merely smiling nonchalantly.
…
Inside the palace.
“Wings of Silver, Osedro.”
Cassius repeated the name once more, flapping his wings and habitually exhaling a breath of sulfurous air.
After obtaining more information about this Silver Dragon from Christina and Olivia, Cassius’s expression grew somber.
He knew that this was an “elder” of a continent-spanning Silver Dragon Clan, a highly esteemed figure among hundreds of Silver Dragons.
According to the information he had, Osedro was born a thousand years ago on Heavenly Mountain, growing to the stage of a young dragon under Bahamut’s radiance and then started to travel across different planes. In his youth, he upheld justice far and wide, eradicating one evil force after another, including the Dragon Shaman Cult and the Red Robe Mage Association, earning the title “Wings of Silver.”
During this time, young Osedro grew increasingly fascinated by the ever-changing spells, befriending mages from various planes and rigorously researching the Magic Web. He established his Mage Tower in the Prime Material Plane and contracted a dragon mental illness known as Spellthirst Syndrome, although he didn’t care much about it.
In his old age, this Dragon Mage became more composed and wise. He became an elder of the Melwood Clan, coordinating any activities done collectively by the Silver Dragon Clan while also safeguarding the balance of the planes. He had often intervened in crises that affected the entire world, such as the demon tide.
Now, having experienced many years of slumber, he had reached the age of a thousand, becoming an Ancient Silver Dragon. “Wings of Silver” was but the humblest of his honors; merely the name Osedro was enough to send chills down the spines of any evil creatures on the Fianso Continent.
The age of an Ancient Dragon.
Legendary-level spellcasting ability.
Rich cross-plane travel experience, and the prestigious reputation he had built during this time.
And the powerful background of potentially being Bahamut’s chosen, having grown up on Heavenly Mountain.
Combining these factors, this Silver Dragon Mage could rightfully be called a Dragon Born Winner, standing at the pinnacle of the pyramid among giant dragons, far stronger and more well-founded than that Shadow Dragon Cassius previously encountered who barely survived on scraps from the Nether Shadow Realm.
Thinking of this, Cassius’s expression grew increasingly solemn, the scales above his eyes almost knotted with tension.
“A truly troublesome fellow.”
Cassius had to admit that even for someone as overpowered as him, without using Karex’s power, he had no absolute certainty of defeating this Dragon Born Winner.
But the battle had yet to begin, and the outcome remained uncertain.
Cassius turned towards his treasure vault, embedding one priceless magical item after another onto himself, including the mismatched Eternal Frost Rune Horn.
The Red Dragon then dove into the kingdom’s treasury, devouring massive amounts of magic ore imbued with immense elemental power, as well as consuming tons of mithril and adamantine. He swallowed several tons until the energy overflowed from his body, and a gold and silver coating appeared on his scales before he reluctantly stopped.
The dragon body, transformed through ancestral bloodline modifications, was capable of bearing any form of magical power.
Flames ignited in Cassius’s pale-golden eyes; he adorned himself with years’ worth of the kingdom’s wealth, shrouding himself in an air of opulence.
“Let’s see just how capable this Wings of Silver really is.”