Chapter 324: Encounter

Before deciding to meet Bronya, Muria had speculated about the identity of this ancient red dragon or rather, he had some guesses about the relationship between this five-color dragon and his mother.

When the Gold Dragon Mother exiled her nurtured five-color dragons to the twelve continents, Muria was certain of one thing. Their initial landing spots were absolutely safe, surrounded by no threats to their lives.

The Gold Dragon Mother wouldn't exile them to the capital of human nations or the main cities of dark elves. That wouldn't be exile; that would be an execution. If they ended up there, their gold-tier strength would be insufficient, and they would quickly be flayed and beheaded, their heads dried and hung on walls.

Transporting Muria's dragons to such places made no sense, it would be better just to kill them.

Thus, for Autolycus, Renata, and the other dragons, Bronya's territory was an absolutely safe place. The Gold Dragon Mother, Atreus, was one hundred percent certain that the ancient red dragon would not harm the five-color mage dragons nurtured by Muria.

But normally, a five-color dragon wouldn't even bother raising its own offspring, driving them away once they reached a certain age, let alone dragons with no blood relation.

All this meant that the ancient red dragon Bronya was a unique red dragon unlike her kin and had deep connections with Muria's mother, Atreus.

This was the conclusion Muria reached after hearing about their experiences from Renata and the information about the creator of the dense forest from the Red Cardinal Sukarda.

However, it seemed there was a slight deviation in his assumptions. The one who truly had a deep connection with this ancient red dragon was not his mother but his never-before-seen maternal grandmother, Yalistar Falganiro.

Muria didn't know much about his maternal grandmother, having never met her.

For long-lived dragon species, this was quite normal. In Muria's childhood, if not for the Gold Dragon Mother's insistence, he wouldn't even have met his maternal grandfather, Demos.

"What's your name?" Bronya, feeling more and more that something was off about Muria, asked, "Your full name."

"Muria Iapetos Elonsas," Muria replied with a slight bow.

"You don't carry Yalistar's surname?" Hearing Muria's true name, Bronya was slightly stunned and muttered discontentedly, "Is the Elonsas bloodline that strong? Your mother didn't inherit the Falganiro surname, nor did you."

"Lady Bronya, do you know what tier of dragon my grandmother is?"

"You don't know?"

Seeing the surprised expression on the red dragon's face, Muria rubbed his nose, slightly embarrassed: "My mother never told me, and I haven't found any memoirs about my grandmother."

Muria knew only his grandmother's name and race. Even this much information he had learned from his grandfather Demos's autobiography.

"Yalistar, like that bastard Demos your grandfather, was an ancestral gold dragon. Otherwise, they wouldn't have become mates. But it seems now that Demos's lineage is stronger than Yalistar's."

Hearing this familiar tone, Muria was slightly curious; this ancient red dragon seemed not as laid-back as rumored. A dragon that knew both his maternal grandparents couldn't just be an ancient dragon that had merely reached old age.

You see, Demos had traveled the world before ascending to Dragon King and now ventured into the endless void.

"Lady Bronya, are you familiar with both my maternal grandfather and grandmother?"

"I'm familiar with your grandmother. As for your grandfather Demos, I don't know him at all," Bronya said, her jaws grinding against each other as she gnashed her teeth.

"If possible, I wish I hadn't known him. He's the root of disaster. Your grandmother knowing Demos and accompanying him was undoubtedly the worst decision of her life."

"What is your relationship with my grandmother?" Seeing sparks fly from between the ancient red dragon Bronya's teeth, Muria subtly stepped back, "Are you particularly close to my grandmother?"

"Of course, I knew her well. After I was driven out of the dragon nest by my parents, I met your grandmother Yalistar and followed her until I was grown," Bronya said with a trace of reminiscence, her voice soft.

Muria was surprised to hear this. A red dragon following a gold dragon? Not every dragon thought as uniquely as he did.

Normally, when a metallic dragon encountered a five-color dragon, if they could win a fight, they would either ignore them or beat them up. If they couldn't win, of course, they would flee.

Almost no metallic dragon cared about the life and death of a five-color dragon; they just refrained from killing these catastrophe-loving kin out of respect for their shared dragonhood.

"How did you meet my grandmother?" Muria asked curiously. Normally, a morally upright gold dragon wouldn't adopt a red dragon.

"Well..." Hearing Muria's question, Bronya scratched her chin awkwardly, her sharp claws scraping against her tough scales, sending sparks flying.

"Can't you say?" Seeing Bronya's action, Muria felt a bit disappointed, but he understood—encounters between a red dragon and a gold dragon were unlikely to be harmonious.

"It's not much." Bronya turned her head, "Just after I was expelled from the dragon nest, I planned an attack on a human merchant caravan, intending to loot it.

Your grandmother happened to be escorting the caravan at the time, posing as a low-level wandering mage."

Muria then heard a rather melodramatic tale unfold. When a juvenile dragon, a young red dragon like Bronya, robbed the caravan, the caravan's leader had already despaired, ready to abandon all valuables to save their lives.

At that moment, Yalistar, disguised as a wandering mage, stepped forward, turned the tide with her partial display of magical abilities, and beat the young Bronya into begging for mercy with just her spells.

Then, Yalistar, having revealed part of her power, earned the awe and worship of the human caravan, while a badly beaten Bronya fled in disgrace.

Although Muria's grandmother had not revealed her true form at the time, Bronya still recognized her true identity from the aura Yalistar emitted while casting spells.

Realizing that there was a gold dragon in the area, Bronya was nearly scared witless, immediately leaving to find another place to continue her robberies.

But, her second robbery attempt again brought her to the attention of Muria's grandmother...

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