At those words, the surrounding kin indeed stopped their movements and stood in place.
Speuler, who had followed Saisa here, let out a huge sigh of relief.
"Hmph! Such bloodlust is truly loathsome to dragons."
But then, Saisa realized something was wrong. Had she not used imprisonment magic? Why was this guy still able to speak?
Noticing Saisa's realization, Gris curled his lips slightly and spoke calmly.
"Imprisonment Chains!"
Ten black magic circles suddenly unfolded in the surroundings, and chains imbued with the power of imprisonment burst out, instantly binding Saisa.
With a thought from Gris, Saisa's imprisonment magic was easily dispelled.
This was all thanks to the talent he had awakened—Imprisonment Ruler.
He looked at the person in front of him playfully and teased.
"I do not know why you hate me or why you suddenly attacked, but I just want to say, with this level of strength, why are you putting on such an act?"
Hearing this, Saisa was naturally beyond furious.
In the next second, a slender silver dragon tail grew from behind Saisa, and a pair of silver dragon horns extending backward emerged on her head. The broad dragon wings that sprouted from her back sliced through the chains that imprisoned her.
Seeing Saisa like this, Gris was stunned, completely bewildered. In that moment, his mind was racing like ten thousand stampeding horses.
After a second of daze, his brain successfully connected with the antagonistic instincts within his bloodline.
In this moment, things like love at first sight or right and wrong were no longer important. His bloodline told Gris that there was only one thing he needed to do now—fight. No matter the cost, he would trample this silver dragon under his feet, loudly proclaim his victory, and watch her flee.
Even if he could not win... it did not matter!
Almost at the exact moment Saisa revealed her silver dragon aura, crimson dragon eyes snapped open within the pitch-black palace.
"Roar!"
Just as the two dragons were about to fight in the card room, a fair palm rested on Saisa's shoulder.
Gris, on the opposite side, was also deterred and stood at attention on the spot.
"Sec... Second Sister, why are you... why are you awake?"
Saisa felt a tremor in her heart, and a chill ran through her as she regretted her impulsiveness.
Saisa had an intuition that if she moved even slightly, the palm resting casually on her back might do something terrible to her shoulder.
Given the sturdiness of her dragon bones, such a situation rarely happened. Aside from those extremely powerful mythical creatures, only a gold dragon could achieve this.
That was right, only a gold dragon. A typical red dragon could not do it, because she knew very well that she had devoured moon silver since she was young. Both her scale defense and bone hardness had reached a terrifying level.
That was why she had dared to attack Gris directly.
Saisa stiffly turned her head and met a pair of cold, crimson vertical pupils.
Her heart skipped a beat, sinking to the very bottom.
"Hehehe... a fool is a fool. I should have killed all those humans back then. Look at this, the trouble has come."
In Furiel's eyes, there was nothing that 'killing' could not solve. If no one had been left alive back then, there would not be so many problems now.
She knew very well that even if she could defeat this silver dragon, so what? She could not kill her.
One had to know that the Platinum Dragon God Bahamut was extremely fond of his kin. If she truly killed her, there was a high probability it would attract his gaze, and she would definitely be marked, leading to a hunt by metallic dragons.
Although the chromatic dragons had Tiamat, Mother of Evil Dragons, above them, and killing a metallic dragon might earn a tiny bit of her favor, everyone knew what that woman's personality was like.
Saisa also slowly recovered. Why was she afraid? She did not dare to kill her anyway.
Thinking of this, Saisa's confidence grew a bit.
"Let go."
Crack, crack, crack—
"Aaaaaah! You... how dare you!!"
Saisa's cold tone made Furiel feel displeased. She subconsciously flexed her muscles and crushed Saisa's shoulder.
"Oops... it just happened naturally."
Furiel let go, and Saisa hurried to cast healing magic on herself.
While she was angry, her heart was filled more with shock.
This person was too strong, unnervingly strong!
A red dragon's strength was naturally great, but what did it mean to crush her dragon bone with bare hands?
Are you kidding me?
No, that was not right. She was definitely not an ordinary red dragon. She only looked like a red dragon!
Looking at the angry but helpless Saisa, Furiel saw a glimpse of an old acquaintance for a moment.
"Jo...?"
But quickly, she turned her head away.
"I think I am still groggy from sleep. Why would I think of that annoying person?
But speaking of which... it has been over a decade since I last spoke with her. It is actually a bit..."
Furiel did not say the rest. Those were feelings she was unwilling to admit even to herself. Although it was just a small sprout now, she had already noticed a trace of something unusual.
"You, how can you... how can you be so crude?"
Saisa sputtered for a long time before managing to squeeze out that sentence, which instead made Furiel daze for a moment.
This silver dragon felt... quite well-bred?
Furiel thought back; it seemed the metallic dragons recorded in her inheritance memory were mostly well-bred fellows.
Seeing Furiel not answering her question, Saisa frowned. Just as she was about to say something, she was stopped by Gris.
Gris walked to Furiel's side with a flattering look. That appearance gave Saisa a strong sense of familiarity, just like when Ron walked up to Xiao Shunzi earlier today.
"Second Sister, were you not hibernating? Why did you suddenly wake up?"
Gris's words brought Furiel back to her senses. She gave him a cold glance, making Gris shiver in fear as he immediately stood at attention.
"Do not lose face for the chromatic dragons. Next time I see you acting like such a lackey, I will fold you into three."
"Yes... yes!"
Only then did Furiel look at the frowning Saisa.
"It seems those humans are not very honest. Have they already started calling for outside help?"
Hearing this, Saisa became even more confused.
"Is it not because you are coercing them?"
Seeing Saisa like this, Furiel burst out laughing.
"A young dragon who secretly snuck out from Dragon Island? You certainly have the naivety and recklessness of a newcomer."
Saisa's mind was sharp. Hearing Furiel speak like this, she knew her assumptions were off.
Not long ago, her plan was simple: capture Gris and take him back to Dragon Island to answer for his crimes. It would uphold justice and prove she was not useless.
But what surprised Saisa even more was why this red dragon was so easy to talk to.
Furiel herself was also surprised, not knowing why she was being so reasonable now.
Unlike Gris, Furiel's powerful willpower could effectively suppress some of her desires and instincts, which made her very different from a typical red dragon.
Furiel shook her head, preparing to grab Saisa again.
Silver dragons were masters of magic. Even if she was only in the young dragon stage, Furiel did not dare to be careless. What if she had learned teleportation magic and suddenly teleported away?
Just as she reached out her hand, an iron sword was held horizontally in front of Saisa.
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