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“Leon Cosmod…”

The reflection of that man was in Konstantin’s crimson dragon eyes, a figure who had once haunted him, tormenting the proud Crimson Dragon King to no end. Yet, strangely, Leon had also become the very reason Konstantin survived the darkest days of his captivity under the Empire.

Their relationship was complicated. Leon had indeed once killed Konstantin, severing his head and hanging it on the Silver Dragon’s border. In retaliation, upon his first resurrection, Konstantin had attacked Isha’s Red Dragon Sanctuary, causing considerable damage. They had every reason to be enemies, but at the root, it wasn’t Leon or Konstantin who had planted the seeds of their enmity—it was the human Empire. If the Empire hadn’t sent an assassin after Leon, none of this would have followed. Konstantin would never have led forces against the Silver Dragon Sanctuary, nor faced his initial defeat at Leon’s hands.

But knowing this didn’t change anything. Even if Leon’s years with Rosvisser had softened his view of dragons, he still held deeply entrenched feelings about Konstantin: to him, Konstantin was the epitome of dragon kind—brutal, savage, relentless in the pursuit of power.

And—

“Rosvisser, is Noa hurt?” Leon didn’t take his eyes off Konstantin.

Rosvisser examined Noa’s hand carefully. “She’s burned from magical energy, and her hand is trembling slightly—she’s likely suffered a severe shock.”

Upon hearing his daughter’s injuries, Leon’s gaze darkened as he clenched his fists, electricity crackling around his knuckles.

“Now, I finally have every reason to rip you to pieces, old man.”@@novelbin@@

Konstantin noted Leon’s rage, realizing it was because of his daughter’s injury.

Tsk. Maureen’s and the Empire’s reports had never indicated that Leon Cosmod was such a “daughter-lover.”

Though Konstantin didn’t care about Leon’s anger, he still felt it necessary to clarify for his own reputation.