The sprite who had witnessed the entire process had eyes sparkling with wonder, her light blue pupils gazing unreservedly at the powerful white wyrmling.
Jonavili felt a burning gaze fall upon her; following its source, she discovered a cute sprite trapped inside a stone cage.
Descriptions automatically surfaced from her draconic inheritance.
[Sprites: A swarm of annoying flies to dragons, always chattering incessantly; they usually enjoy playing pranks on passing travelers or humanoid creatures.
However, sprites are pure spirits of nature, possessing high elemental affinity; with their help, one can obtain various degrees and aspects of power augmentation, and some powerful sprites can even bestow blessings upon other creatures.
Most belong to the chaotic neutral alignment...]
Jonavili didn't know if it was an illusion, but that gaze gave her a sense of déjà vu, like a die-hard fan from her previous life seeing their favorite idol.
However, she didn't care and simply continued to slaughter the remaining goblins.
Soon, the goblins were all dealt with, though a few other captured humanoid creatures in the cave managed to survive.
Jonavili extracted the mana cores from the goblins' bodies and ate them like small snacks before approaching the sprite.
Her crystal blue dragon eyes narrowed slightly as she began to scrutinize the sprite before her.
Say what you will, though this sprite was a bit small, her appearance was truly beyond reproach.
The sprite had skin as clear as ice crystals, and her long, light blue hair flowed gently like strands of frost-silk moved by a breeze.
Her ears were pointed, glowing slightly with a blue light, small and exquisite.
Her dragonfly-like wings were as light as gauze, shimmering with a pale blue glow that looked exceptionally dreamlike in the dim light of the cave.
Her total height was only about forty centimeters.
A pair of light blue pupils met Jonavili's gaze; being stared at by a terrifying white dragon like this, she didn't feel afraid—on the contrary, she was filled with excitement.
"Great White Dragon, thank you so much for saving poor Fanni."
The sprite, who called herself Fanni, bowed toward Jonavili after speaking.
Jonavili's crystal blue vertical pupils stared at her thoughtfully, while Fanni felt her scalp go numb under the gaze.
There was no helping it; a dragon's stare was simply too terrifying. Even though the dragon before her wasn't exuding dragon fear, it still made her break out in a cold sweat.
"Fanni, if I am not mistaken, you are an ice elemental sprite."
Fanni nodded.
"The white dragon is indeed knowledgeable; I am indeed an ice elemental sprite."
Jonavili raised a claw and began to rub her chin, creating a scratching sound.
"If I remember correctly, shouldn't ice elemental sprites live in the Northern Ice Fields or the Great Ice Plains? Why are you here?"
Hearing this, Fanni explained.
"In response to the Great White Dragon, I was not born there. Instead, a team of adventurers found a frigid snow lotus in the Northern Ice Fields and brought it to the Jesup Continent, intending to sell it in the Kingdom of Whit, which borders the Northern Ice Fields.
But as you know, the Kingdom of Whit is ruled by trolls and orcs, and they do not welcome humans and other races.
Some orcs saw the frigid snow lotus and developed evil intentions, so the adventurers were hunted. Finally, they came to the Sleeping Forest and were killed by a group of goblins, and I was born at that time."
After speaking, sadness unconsciously flowed from Fanni's eyes, and her sprite wings drooped behind her.
If it weren't for those adventurers, she should have been living carefree with others of her kind, but now... alas.
Jonavili felt little emotion upon hearing this story of displacement; as a chromatic dragon, it was already difficult for her to feel empathy.
However, she still offered symbolic comfort.
"It's fine, at least you're still alive, right?"
Fanni looked up in disbelief, her eyes filled with wonder.
Is she... comforting me?
A smile appeared on her delicate, small face.
"Yes! Thank you, you are a good dragon."
Jonavili couldn't help but twitch her dragon muzzle. Was she just given a "good dragon" card? This newborn sprite was certainly easy to fool. After all, sprites were still on a dragon's menu—especially for green dragons, who loved eating sprites and elves most of all.
Jonavili casually destroyed the cage with her claw, letting Fanni out.
Having regained her freedom, Fanni flapped her dragonfly-like wings and flew in circles around Jonavili, leaving a trail of faint white ice crystals wherever she passed.
"Finally free! Hahaha!!"
Fanni landed on Jonavili's nose and gazed at her seriously.
"Thank you, I really don't know how to repay you."
With sincerity shining in her light blue pupils, Jonavili grinned.
"Since you want to repay me so much, then let me fill my stomach."
As she spoke, Jonavili grabbed the sprite with one claw. Before Fanni could react, Jonavili had already opened her dragon muzzle.
Looking at the approaching gaping maw and the snow-white dragon teeth exuding a bone-chilling cold, Fanni was terrified into closing her eyes and screaming loudly.
"Eek! No...!"
Crystal tears fell and turned into ice crystals.
"Tch~ how boring, you were actually scared to tears."
Jonavili released her claw and turned to look at the miscellaneous items scattered on the ground, which included tattered clothes, wooden clubs, and other things.
Some of these items clearly belonged to the team of wiped-out adventurers.
Realizing this wicked white dragon was just teasing her, Fanni let out a sigh of relief. She looked at the massive back with lingering fear but, after a moment's hesitation, still flew to Jonavili's side.
"Um..."
Jonavili glanced over, and little Fanni was frightened into backing away a short distance. Seeing this, Jonavili went back to rummaging through the junk.
Seeing Jonavili's actions, Fanni's face flushed involuntarily.
She was far too cowardly!
"Great White Dragon, what are you looking for?"
"Gold coins, silver coins, copper coins, shiny little things—the treasures that dragons love."
Jonavili's tone carried some impatience because she hadn't found a single treasure yet.
Fanni looked at the pile of junk. Although she was newly born, she knew that dragons were obsessed with treasure.
Sprites had their own inheritances as well, though they were not as magnificent or vast as those of dragons.
Generally, a sprite's inheritance only provided basic knowledge and fundamental innate magic.
For a sprite to grow, they needed the accumulation of time, the teachings of elders, and the absorption of knowledge.
Fanni assumed a thinking posture, then, as if remembering something, she flew toward the inner cave where the goblin leader had emerged.
Before long, she flew out, barely managing to carry a single glittering gold coin.
"Great White... Dragon, is this... what you want..."
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