Rebellion?

In the blink of an eye, Irene and Daviel had already lived in this kobold tribe for nearly a month.

In the beginning, the kobolds were trembling with fear every day.

This generation of kobolds had basically only heard of terrifying creatures like giant dragons in the legends passed down by their ancestors.

Now, two legendary giant beasts had suddenly appeared in their tribe.

Amidst the excitement, there was mostly fear.

This resulted in them having to pray to the two evil dragons even when they just came to the lake to fetch water.

Lest they incur the displeasure of the two giant dragons.

However, as time passed, these kobolds gradually grew accustomed to the presence of the two giant dragons.

This was mainly because both dragons were total homebodies.

Since arriving at the tribe, Irene and Daviel had not left their lair even once.

If they didn't still have to deliver food to the dragon's lair at the bottom of the lake every day, the kobolds would have almost thought that having two dragons in the tribe was just their imagination.

And to satisfy the massive appetites of these two juvenile dragons in their growth phase, almost the entire labor force of the Iron Tooth Tribe was mobilized.

Frenziedly hunting down every living creature they could lay eyes on.

But this was definitely not a long-term solution.

Once the nearby prey was completely wiped out, they would have no choice but to search for prey further away.

If they ran into harsh weather like a sandstorm, they might not even have time to flee back before being buried under the yellow sands.

Turning into a new set of dry bones.

Fortunately, neither black dragon minded eating fruit.

This made the kobolds breathe a huge sigh of relief.

This oasis had been cultivated by them for generations, and was already filled with all kinds of fruit.

Due to the unique nature of the God-Forsaken Land, there were no seasons here.

Thus, a large amount of fruit could be produced all year round.

Usually, they would not only use these fruits as their main source of food, but they would also dry them into dried fruit.

To trade with passing merchants for essential supplies like salt and ironware.

Now, most of the harvested fruit was fed to the two juvenile dragons.

This barely managed to feed the two juvenile dragons while ensuring no one in the tribe starved to death.

To better feed these two dragons, this group of loyal kobolds had even specially dug a tunnel.

This tunnel bypassed the lake water and led straight to the underwater dragon's lair.

This way, they didn't have to worry about the meat losing its flavor from being soaked in water.

Under this pampered lifestyle of having everything handed to him, it was no surprise that Daviel had successfully gained a noticeable amount of weight.

Meanwhile, Irene had barely changed.

During this time, unlike Daviel, who did nothing but eat and sleep all day, Irene spent most of her time studying magic.

Relying on a giant dragon's naturally supreme magic affinity, it took her only a month to thoroughly master all the magic books in her possession.

Successfully skipping the Black Iron Rank mage, she advanced directly to a Bronze Rank mage.

The current little dragon girl was practically a walking spell turret.

Relying on a giant dragon's innate mana pool, which was several times larger than that of other creatures, Irene was confident that even without relying on physical strength, she could use continuous magical bombardment...

To blast a Silver Rank mage to death!

Moreover, while possessing the powerful casting abilities of a mage, she had none of a mage's weaknesses.

Once other mages were approached in close combat, they would be in danger.

If they didn't pull away in time, they were destined to be torn apart like squishy chickens.

But Irene was the opposite.

With her giant dragon body, she wouldn't lose to a Silver Rank warrior in close combat either.

Once closed in, what awaited the opponent was not a squishy mage.

But a terrifying, naturally invincible melee beast.

With a strong physical constitution, high magical attainments, and the ability to spit a devastating weapon like acid breath...

The current Irene could be called a well-rounded "hexagon warrior"...

...

“Creak, creak... Creak, creak...”

A series of somewhat sharp creaking sounds echoed, breaking the peace within the dragon's lair.

Daviel, who had been sleeping on the ground, snapped his tightly closed eyes open at the sound and rolled to his feet.

Whenever this sound echoed, it meant it was time to eat.

Unsurprisingly.

In a corner of the dragon's lair, from a pitch-black tunnel entrance, the old kobold Fido was the first to emerge.

Behind him, seven kobolds were straining to push a wooden cart.

The fruit and roasted meat on the cart were piled almost as high as a small mountain.

The weight caused the wooden cart to emit overburdened creaks as it moved forward.

Fido stepped forward to Irene first, bowed very respectfully, and said in a low voice:

“Your Grace, this is today's food.”

“Mm, thank you for your hard work,”

Irene replied casually, closing the magic book in her claws that was almost worn to shreds.

She had become somewhat obsessed with studying magic.

Swimming in the ocean of magic and knowledge gave her a thrill of being able to investigate everything.

It was a pity that she had too few magic books on hand; otherwise, she could have improved even further.

“It is our honor to serve both Your Graces,”

Fido lowered his head very humbly, bowed once more, and quietly let out a sigh of relief.

Only then did he gesture for the other kobolds to leave.

And to pull away the wooden cart used for the previous meal delivery while they were at it.

But just as he reached the tunnel entrance, a furious dragon roar suddenly erupted.

“Roar!!!”

This scared the other kobolds so much that their legs turned to jelly on the spot.

Only Fido, leaning on his cane, turned around tremblingly to look at Daviel, who had let out the roar.

“Lord Daviel...”

Before he could finish his sentence, Daviel had already grabbed a steak and thrown it over.

With a loud thud, it slammed down right in front of Fido.

The juices of the steak, mixed with the dirt from the ground, splattered all over the old kobold.

Fido lowered his head humbly, large beads of sweat already forming on his forehead.

Before Daviel could lose his temper further...

Irene smacked Daviel on the head with her fist.

“Don't make a racket while eating. You're disrupting my thoughts.”

Daviel felt a bit aggrieved. Pointing at the steak on the ground, he said:

“Sis, these lowly fellows are slacking off! This roasted meat doesn't even have any salt on it!”

“If they dare roast meat without salt today, they'll dare roast us tomorrow!”

“Sis, these guys want to rebel!”

“Hmm?”

Irene picked up a steak, tossed it into her mouth, chewed a couple of times, and swallowed.

Indeed, there was no salty flavor, only the natural taste of the roasted meat.

Although the taste wasn't bad, after getting used to salted roasted meat, eating it unsalted inevitably left a bit of a gap.

She turned her head to look at the trembling old kobold, a dangerous light flashing within her golden eyes.

“I believe you owe me a reasonable explanation.”

As soon as she spoke, a terrifying Dragon Fear swept through the entire dragon's lair.

Every kobold, including Fido, knelt down uncontrollably.

Fido's forehead was already drenched in sweat, wetting the fur on his face.

He stuck out his tongue to lick his dry lips and stammered:

“Y-Your Grace... we absolutely... absolutely have no intention of rebelling... It's just... just...”

“Just what?”

Irene asked.

“It's just... the tribe's salt has completely run out...”

Fido said this as if he had used up all his strength, nearly collapsing straight to the ground.

Fortunately, his hands gripped his cane tightly, keeping him from falling.