And so, Polite fell into a state of self-doubt. In his sorrow, he returned to Dragon Island and refused to leave, remaining there until his prime years.
It wasn't until recent decades, when his niece Sasha slipped away from Dragon Island and never returned, that he finally stepped out once more.
"Sigh, I hope things go smoothly. I really hope I don't run into her."
To be honest, Polite was not mentally prepared to see her again at all.
Thinking of these messy affairs, Polite flapped his dragon wings, and his speed suddenly surged.
In just a few seconds, the coastline that was barely visible moments ago was already beneath him.
A wide path came into view.
"It seems this is the place those two Adventurers mentioned."
Without stopping, Polite flew in the direction the path extended.
He had to know immediately if his niece was still safe and sound.
Death was impossible; if she had died, all the Silver Dragons on Dragon Island would have felt the bloodline resonance, sensing that wave of death from deep within their veins.
Even a Demigod-level existence could not prevent such a thing from happening.
As Polite pondered, he had already spread out his perception.
His mental power swept through rapidly, and everything within a hundred kilometers flooded into his mind—from tiny mosquitoes to the passing breeze, nothing was missed.
But what caught his attention more was that monster City-state dozens of kilometers away.
And within that City-state, there were familiar scents... and two of them?
In just a few dozen seconds, Polite had flown over White Crystal City.
His majestic voice echoed throughout the massive City-state.
"Lord of White Crystal, come out and meet me!"
All the monsters looked up at the sky in unison, seeing that wingspan of nearly a thousand meters, which completely blotted out the sun.
Combined with a body length of over six hundred meters, it was a staggering visual shock.
"This... this is?"
"Who is he?"
"A Silver Dragon! Is he here to purge us?"
...The monsters were all filled with fear. It couldn't be helped; there were many cases of Metal Dragons eliminating evil forces in the name of justice.
While they hadn't done much good, they certainly weren't on the side of the righteous.
Polite's arrival naturally caught the attention of Jona Velli and the other dragons.
Fortunately, they had expected this and did not panic too much.
Only then did Friel figure it out, connecting the Brass Dragon's words with the Silver Dragon that Gris always accompanied; so that Silver Dragon was Sasha.
But at this point, they could only bite the bullet and face him, as they were not arrogant enough to think they could defeat a Prime Age Silver Dragon.
However, meeting an opponent several times stronger than herself for the first time, Friel's eyes were filled with excitement.
A powerful, fiery-red dragon body appeared not far from Polite, revealing her massive hundred-and-fifteen-meter frame.
The red dragon head tilted up slightly, her battle intent undisguised.
Following her was a silver-white Aberrant Dragon, her size even more exaggerated, reaching a hundred and twenty meters.
But that wasn't the most important thing. What made Polite's dragon eyes widen was that he sensed a bloodline resonance from Jona Velli.
Though it was extremely thin, it definitely existed.
Before he could say anything, a Black Dragon appeared with a Silver Dragon. The Silver Dragon that appeared drew all of Polite's attention.
As their eyes met, Sasha spoke first, performing a Metal Dragon etiquette.
"Un... Uncle Polite, long time no see."
Polite nodded his dragon head slightly and stated his purpose directly.
"Yes, it has indeed been several decades. Come back to Dragon Island with me; your father and mother miss you very much."
Sasha instinctively wanted to agree, but she turned her dragon head to look at Gris, hesitation showing in her eyes.
Polite saw all of this, which left him stunned. He then turned to size up Gris.
A relatively thin dragon body, forward-pointing horns, and a skeletal dragon head that looked like it hadn't eaten for eighty or a hundred years... yep, definitely an ugly Black Dragon.
Seeing this dragon start to size him up, Gris felt nervous but still lifted his dragon head to accept the scrutiny.
He looked like a celebrity being sought after and adored by the masses.
"What? You're reluctant?"
Polite asked again.
"I... I..."
"Hey! Old man, little Sasha clearly doesn't want to go back. Why are you forcing her?"
As Gris spoke, he felt incredibly cool for daring to talk back to a Prime Age Silver Dragon. Consequently, he instinctively raised a claw to scratch his backside.
Polite watched this scene, his mouth twitching.
Why did he have the visual sense of his family's prize cabbage being uprooted by a pig?
Gris's current appearance was no different from a parent going out to find their daughter, only to find her hanging out with a bunch of delinquent punks, and being intimately involved with the weakest one among them.
The parent wants to take her home, but the trashiest delinquent punk is the one barking orders at him.
Polite was trembling with rage, but having been well-bred since childhood, he couldn't bring himself to say any vulgar words.
"You... say that one more time, and I'll break your wings."
Gris was startled for a moment, but after thinking of something the next second, he put on an indifferent expression again.
"Go ahead and hit me, hit me then!"
"Do you dare kill me? As long as you don't kill me but just beat me, I'll spread the news of you bullying a dragon for no reason across the whole world, humph!"
Crack—
Polite clenched his claws, his dragon bones making a series of crisp cracking sounds.
Just as Gris was about to continue being arrogant, Polite sneered.
"Heh—that depends on whether you are good or evil."
Gris's heart tightened, having a bad premonition.
The next second, Polite took out a magic item made from a Gold Dragon horn fragment from his spatial tool.
It was a circular mirror. Under the curious gazes of the dragons, Polite flicked his dragon claw, and a white magic circle lit up on Gris's body.
That wasn't all; an identical small magic circle appeared on the mirror, and dragon language slowly emerged.
—Race, Black Dragon.
Gender, Male.
Has killed over a hundred humans, cruel and bloodthirsty.
This time, Polite's gaze turned cold as he looked at Gris.
"Do you have anything else to say?"
"I..."
Before Gris could explain, Polite acted instantly. Hundreds of ice-element magic circles condensed, intending to teach him a lesson on the spot.
At this critical moment, Sasha roared.
"Uncle, don't!"
Sasha quickly blocked Gris, and Polite hurriedly pulled back his hand.
"Sasha, what are you doing? He's a Black Dragon! A Black Dragon who kills without blinking."
"Now look at what you're doing? Protecting a mass murderer. I am truly disappointed in you."
"I... no, Uncle, there... there must be a misunderstanding!"
"Enough, I see you need to return to Dragon Island to be re-educated."
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