Chapter 295: Chapter 265: What’s Wrong With the King of the Borderland Enjoying Himself? (Part 2)

Ring-a-ling!

Galos deftly curled his tail around a finely crafted alchemy tool shaped like a bell, giving it a gentle shake. The crisp, pleasant bell sound instantly reverberated throughout the spacious room.

Soon, a few short doors designed specifically for servants silently slid open.

Twelve gracefully built Snakefolk maidservants, all with the mage profession, swayed their slender, supple waists as they approached the Red Iron Dragon.

They humbly knelt down, surrounding the massive, mountain-like Red Iron Dragon, carefully placing their soft and tender palms against his iron-hard scales, and began a gentle, skillful massage.

At the same time.

They worked hard to channel their magic, letting it seep slowly like a gentle spring rain through the thick, heavy scales of the Red Iron Dragon, penetrating every muscle fiber that was tensed and fatigued from excessive training, providing deep conditioning and relaxation to help the Red Iron Dragon recover quickly from exhaustion.

"From a once homeless wanderer living day to day, to the illustrious King of the Borderland ruling over a region..."

Galos relaxed under the comfortable and professional massage service, a wave of sentiment welling up in his heart: "Occasionally enjoying the fruitful rewards of victory is indeed rightful."

He gently closed his heavy eyelids, allowing the accumulated sense of fatigue to dissolve bit by bit with each deep and long breath, eventually vanishing into the warm, wealth-laden air.

Two weeks later.

Dragon Valley, on a plot of compacted open ground.

White Dragon Trish was meticulously fulfilling her duties as the Nurturer, bringing back the bounty she hunted in the wilderness for the ’starving’ little dragons.

The corpse of a mighty beast with a life level above ten.

"You weaklings, open your bellies and eat to your heart’s content!"

She threw the enormous beast that resembled a giant elephant heavily before the little dragons, declaring with an imposing demeanor.

No sooner had she spoken, young Red Dragon Kahill could no longer hold back, eagerly flapping her wings, impatiently rushing towards the tempting food.

However.

A swift white shadow lashed out like a whip, striking Kahill soundly and sending her flying more than ten meters away.

Kahill instinctively bared her fangs, a furious roar rising from the depths of her throat.

But recalling the painful beatings from before, pain seemed to stir in her body once again, and she forced down the nearly erupting fury, fixing an angry gaze on White Dragon Trish.

"So you just dig in when I let you eat?"

White Dragon bared her gigantic mouth, revealing a teasing smile as she spoke slowly: "What about basic manners? Did you say thank you?"

The little dragons exchanged glances.

After a brief silence, unable to resist the intense hunger in their bellies, they lowered their heads, muttering in uneven voices: "Th-thank you..."

Only then did the White Dragon show a slightly satisfied expression.

Immediately after, she withdrew her smile, her expression turning extraordinarily serious.

"Pain is the best teacher."

She suddenly unfolded her massive Dragon Wings, casting a shadow that almost completely engulfed the little dragons before her.

"Now, all of you come at me together! The rules are simple—whoever leaves the most scars on me gets to dine first and enjoy the tastiest part!"

Without a doubt, Red Dragon Kahill was the first to attack.

The young Red Dragon’s wings whipped up a scorching wave of heat, her Dragon’s Kiss opening wide as a blazing conical flame shot out, aiming straight at the White Dragon.

Trish, however, did not dodge, her Dragon Wings beating fiercely to summon a powerful gust of wind that forcefully redirected the oncoming flames towards the Black Dragon Seraphina, who was attempting a stealthy attack from the shadows.

Black Dragon, caught by surprise, rolled sideways in a panic.

The scorching flames barely grazed her back scales, instantly scorching several still tender scales.

"Too slow!"

In the break of the Red Dragon’s breath, the White Dragon’s figure darted forward like a phantom, her huge Dragon Claw as quick as lightning, striking Kahill and once again hurling her dozens of meters away.

Black Dragon Seraphina seized this fleeting opportunity.

She leaped out of the shadows once more, her sharp claws aimed precisely at the relatively soft membrane connection of the White Dragon’s wings.

Yet it seemed Trish had eyes in the back of her head, suddenly pulling her wings in, and with a swift roll of her massive body, her hard and thick back armor crashed into the Black Dragon close at hand.

Simultaneously, her hind claws kicked backward with uncanny precision, hitting the Green Dragon Ludwig who was trying to secretly bite her tail tip.

In the distance, Blue Dragon Heryam was gathering a powerful lightning breath but was deceived by a feigned attack from the White Dragon, releasing it prematurely in a rush.

Trish’s Dragon Wings vibrated sharply, her massive body soaring upwards instantly.

The dazzling lightning struck only the blurred afterimage she left in place.

The battle raged on intensely. The four young dragons’ cooperation was fraught with gaps—Kahill attacked recklessly relying solely on brute force, Seraphina continuously sought opportunistic ambushes, and Ludwig appeared overly cautious and timid.

Blue Dragon Heryam managed the battle situation relatively well.

But constrained by the vast power gap and the lack of effective teamwork among his companions, he too struggled to play a decisive role.

"A flaw!"

The White Dragon suddenly let out a low roar, diving down fiercely.

Her left claw pressed down on Kahill’s head like a mountain, slamming her entire dragon head hard into the ground; concurrently swinging her right claw to smack Green Dragon Ludwig away who was trying to offer support; at the same time, her dragon tail bristling with hard bone spikes whipped like a steel whip across the rear of Black Dragon Seraphina’s vulnerable knee joint, causing her to cry out and fall to the ground; and the freshly gathered second wave of lightning by Blue Dragon Heryam was instantly frozen in place, unable to move, by her suddenly cast ice magic.

(Battling multiple foes and sweeping through the dragon group, I am truly formidable!)

White Dragon Trish thought with immense pride, her heroic and unparalleled body moving with ease among the disheveled young dragons.

As the biting cold wind gradually subsided, all four young dragons lay exhausted, gasping on the ground.

Trish groomed a few dragon scales singed by flames with elegance, then tilted her head slightly to examine her back—there remained a few charred black scorch marks from lightning burns and some claw marks, the results of Kahill and Heryam’s full exertion.

By comparison.

The attacks from Black Dragon Seraphina and Green Dragon Ludwig left only a few insignificant scratches on her tough scales.

However, considering the opponents were merely young dragons, this performance was barely acceptable.

"Hmm, a little spark of interest."

She gently prodded the scars on her back with her claw, her tone tinged with a bit of approval, then declared: "Heryam and Kahill, you two may start the meal first. Seraphina and Ludwig, you wait your turn."

Soon after.

The young dragons panted heavily, seemingly transforming the humiliation they just endured into appetite.

Kahill was particularly ferocious, apparently treating the gigantic beast’s carcass as the hateful embodiment of the White Dragon, fiercely tearing and devouring the most tender and succulent loin meat.