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Chapter 302: Anti-Red Dragon Alliance
As the applause slowly faded, someone finally began to address the practical matter of confronting their enemy.
Under the quiet guidance of Duke Katel’s family, Earl Nar rose from his seat, bowing slightly with polite formality.
"But, Your Grace... how exactly are we supposed to deal with that Red Dragon?"
"They say he's grown even more terrifying than before—far beyond the reach of any mortal. Even the mighty Frost Giants of the Youshuang Tribe were annihilated by his Cataclysmic might. What chance do we ordinary humans have?"
"Indeed."
"Even Bosk’s army wouldn’t stand a chance."
"Back then, the entire Allied Forces were shattered single-handedly by that one beast."
"Good heavens... he’s the King of the Burnt, after all."
"We’d all like to join the Counter-Evil Force, but we’re afraid our carefully trained armies will just become cannon fodder."
Numerous nobles echoed the sentiment, murmuring among themselves.
Earl Nar wasn’t merely asking for strategy—he was probing Bosk Duchy’s true strength, testing the depth of their resolve.
Duke Leo remained utterly calm. He stroked his grizzled beard, chest puffed out, and let out a confident chuckle.
"Haha, Earl Nar, a fine question indeed."
"That Red Dragon is powerful, no doubt. But when facing an evil force of this scale and magnitude, our allies are far more than mere mortals..."
With a subtle glance, Count Trelsh immediately understood and rose to his feet.
"Thanks to the mediation of the Lute Players’ Alliance, we’ve reached out to extraordinary beings—beings who have generously offered their aid. Together, we shall uphold justice and order across the Northern Regions."
He cleared his throat dramatically, then announced with solemn gravity:
"Permit me, esteemed lords and ladies, to formally introduce... the elder of the South Mervold Clan, a being revered as 'Silver Wings'—the noble, ancient, and immensely powerful Ancient Silver Dragon, Lord Oszedro."
Trelshka turned toward empty space and bowed deeply.
Under countless gazes, the air itself began to ripple and twist.
Then, with a shimmering pulse of light, a magnificent silver portal materialized in the center of the hall—its frame etched with glowing magical runes.
"Looks like..."
"I’m not too late after all."
A voice, unfamiliar yet resonant, echoed through the chamber.
From within the portal stepped an old man, staff in hand.
He appeared to be in his seventies or eighties, his silver-white hair and beard immaculate. His eyes—deep, still, like polished mercury—held an ancient, luminous wisdom.
He wore a long robe studded with tiny stars, and his staff was forged of mithril, embedded with a strange, otherworldly gem that shimmered like the Astral Void.
Silver Dragons often take humanoid form—frequently appearing as kindly elders or graceful young elves—choosing such shapes to better interact with mortals. And this Ancient Silver Dragon, Oszedro, was clearly the former.
As the elder stepped forward, the hall erupted in astonishment. Nobles rose to their feet, stunned.
"By the gods... Duke Leo has summoned a Silver Dragon!"
"A true ancient of the Silver Dragon line!"
"Finally! We may have a chance against the Red Dragon!"
Seeing the elder stand calmly in place, Duke Leo quickly rose and bowed slightly, stepping forward to greet him personally.
"Lord Oszedro, your arrival could not be more timely."
"Please, take the seat of honor."
Without hesitation, Duke Leo seated the Ancient Silver Dragon in the high seat, himself standing respectfully beside him. Oszedro accepted the gesture with quiet dignity.
Silver Dragons were among the most benevolent of their kind—kind-hearted even among the dragons, and especially so among the Metal Dragons.
Yet no matter how warm or approachable Oszedro appeared, Duke Leo knew better than to believe they were equals.
This was no mere nobleman. This was a Dragon—his pride was written into his blood, etched into his bones.
Oszedro spoke slowly, his voice like distant thunder.
"I am aware of your plight."
"Hmph. Filthy offspring of Tiamat... I can still smell the stench of sulfur, even here."
As he spoke, a magical image flickered into existence before them—Trelshka’s intelligence on Kai Xiusu, effortlessly reconstructed by the Silver Dragon’s mastery of magic.
There, in the vision, the Red Dragon flapped his wings amid a sea of flames, screaming mortals burning to ash in agony.
The nobles in the hall swallowed hard, their faces pale.
Oszedro waved a hand, and the image dissolved.
"High-level spellcasting ability. A body far beyond his years. That Red Dragon is indeed a formidable threat—potentially a Multiverse-level catastrophe in the making."
He paused. A flicker of arrogance gleamed in his mercury-colored eyes.
"Fortunately, he’s met me."
"You need only handle his followers. I will face the beast directly."
"Out of respect for King Aio, I may choose to exile or imprison this misguided creature. But if he crosses my line... I will not hesitate."
His eyes narrowed. The silver orbs within them pulsed faintly with inner light.
"Will you have Olivia in your hands?"
"If anything happens to her... I will not forgive you, Red Dragon."
He said nothing more—only thought it.
Duke Leo clapped first, leading the others in applause.
"Lord Oszedro, your justice is truly inspiring. You shall earn the highest reverence from the entire Northern Regions—indeed, from all of Anzeta!"
"Yes, Lord Oszedro!"
"We shall never forget your kindness!"
"That Red Dragon stands no chance against you!"
The flattery flowed freely.
Oszedro gave only a faint, indifferent nod.
He’d heard such praise for a thousand years—more than he could count.
After countless empires rose and fell, he was no longer the eager young Silver Dragon who once roamed the world seeking justice.
Now, he was a guardian of balance, a silent observer of the Material Realm, and the revered elder of his own kind.
And now, he had come to maintain order in the Northern Regions—and to find the young one he had come to regard as his own.
But the arrival of the Ancient Silver Dragon was not the end.
One by one, portals tore open in the air.
In stunned silence, figures emerged—divine nobles from the Faldran Empire, Asmo from Heaven’s Mountain, Druid Elders from the Mystic Grove.
Hundreds of extraordinary beings, all aligned with justice, gathered in the hall—united by a single purpose.
Yet Duke Leo did not reveal the names of the "Crimson Seam" legendary adventurers.
They would remain his secret assassin’s blade—reserved for the final, decisive strike against the Red Dragon.
Seeing the mood grow fervent, Duke Leo raised his silver goblet high.
"To Northern Order!"
"To Fairness and Justice!"
And so, amidst the clinking of glasses and thunderous applause, a grand alliance was forged—an unprecedented coalition spanning the entire Feiansuo Continent, uniting beings of different races and powers.
It would be known in history as the Anti-Red Dragon Alliance.
...
"That was the most hopeful time in the Northern Regions. Hero Leo Bosk stood tall, heroes from across the world stood united in purpose, certain they could defeat the Red Dragon.
But they did not realize... this was only the beginning of the nightmare."
—Secret History of Anzeta: The Second Lionheart Alliance
Duke Luton
(End of Chapter)
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