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Book 5: Chapter 103: How To Infuriate A Man With A Daughter Complex
Book 5: Chapter 103: How To Infuriate A Man With A Daughter Complex
Book 5: Chapter 103: How To Infuriate A Man With A Daughter Complex
“AHHHHHHHHH! Why do you have one too?! Don’t tell me Mr. Yellow is also your pen name!”
Taylor was on the verge of losing his mind. How did these people end up with the letter he had sent?
He had sent a total of ten letters himself. Could there truly be ten Mr. Yellows?
Green Emperor stroked his chin and grinned.
“Well… The dragons believe that sharing is caring. I thought it’d be a good idea to share something this precious with everyone, so I had a thousand copies made. Everyone on Dragon Island received one. They were really worried about our dear Aurora, who is out there all alone. They even mentioned that reading the letter put their minds at ease.”
“Worried my a?s?s?! The Earth Dragon had buried himself for tens of thousands of years. Have you guys ever worried about him? You heartless lot just wanted to relish in my misfortune!”
“How can you say that, our dear Aurora? We’re your comrades! Can’t you be a little nicer to your own kin?” Fenice clutched her chest and gave Taylor an injured look.
“It’s precisely because you’re my kin that I know each of your true colors!”
Fenice placed her hand on Taylor’s shoulder and earnestly consoled him. “Cheer up. At least the Queen has always cared about you. She still talks about you from time to time.”
“Really?”
“Of course, it’s true. How could I make up stories about the Queen?”
“Oooh… Our Queen…” Taylor could not help but burst into tears. In this unforgiving world, among these seemingly heartless comrades, only the Queen had genuinely kept him in her thoughts…
“Out of the entire dragon clan, only you and Earth missed the princess’ birthday celebration. Well, we have lost contact with Earth for tens of thousands of years, so he’s presumably gone… But you… You were enjoying your time in the Holy Dragon Empire and didn’t even send a gift to the princess. The Queen mentioned something about having a good chat with you once you return to Dragon Island.”
Taylor’s face slowly stiffened as a chilling sensation ran down his spine.
Taylor, who had been far from home for too long, suddenly remembered that the Dragon Queen was definitely the cruelest legend among their clan.
The “communication” technique she had perfected was enough to make the other party wish for death.
Green Emperor’s fractured bones were most likely the Queen’s “training treats” when she was in a good mood.
“What… should I do…?” Taylor clung to his two comrades like a lifeline.
“Both of you, please! We’re comrades! You must save me…” he pleaded, his lips shivering.
“Don’t ask the impossible. Just wait for your fate. Farewell,” Green Emperor and Fenice replied in unison, trying to make their escape.
After all, trying to save someone from the wrath of the Queen was a fool’s errand. They were not going to risk themselves doing something like that.
“Both of you… Please…! Little Aurora is begging you! I’ll do anything if you save my life!”
Taylor desperately clung to both of them. As the supreme guardian of the Holy Dragon Empire, he was willing to endure the humiliation of acknowledging his lame nickname just to survive.
He was sure in just a few days, everyone in the dragon clan would start calling him Little Aurora.
“You guys can’t abandon me!”
“How can you be so spineless, Aurora? You’re a member of the great dragon clan. It’s just death. Face it with dignity and maybe the Queen will appreciate your courage and grant you a swift death.”
Green Emperor and Fenice turned away, making it clear that they had no intention of intervening.
“If this is about fighting someone, I can even face the Demon King without batting an eyelid. But as someone who got his a?s?s? whooped by the Queen since childhood, I’m traumatized!”
Taylor clutched his chest. Ten thousand years had passed, but the trauma that the Queen had etched into his young mind remained as deep as an abyss.
As a proud dragon, resilience and the will to fight were engraved into his very being. Even in the face of adversaries far mightier than himself, he clung to his resolve, ready to confront death directly.
But facing the queen… Nope, it just couldn’t be done.
“Fine. To repay you for all the times I used you as a scapegoat when you were still a naive little boy, I’ll give you a hand.”
Touched by Taylor’s raw emotions, Fenice finally relented and handed him an exquisite black card.
Taylor stared at the black card adorned with small pink hearts in his hand. He froze for a long time before uttering, “Princess Lilith’s Fan Club?”
“What the hell? Who in their right mind would establish a group like this? It seems like a gathering place for the perverts obsessed with Her Highness. Aren’t they afraid that the Queen will bury them and their ancestors alive?”
Upon hearing this, both Green Emperor and Fenice gave Taylor a look of sympathy.
“W-What’s with that look? Why do I feel like the only child in kindergarten who didn’t receive candy when all of my other classmates did?”
“Ugh, I don’t even know how to continue this.”
Unable to tolerate Taylor’s idiocy any longer, Fenice reached out and flipped the card over for him.
“If someone with your intelligence understands that the person behind such a group will undoubtedly be buried alive by the Queen, can you figure out who has the authority to openly establish a fan club like this?”
On the back of the card, there was a golden number “17”, while the card itself was covered with a holographic pattern of dragon silhouettes that was visible under the sunlight.
Realization dawned upon Taylor as soon as he saw the number behind the card,
For the dragons, the entire race numbered fewer than a thousand, with a frightfully long lifespan. Frequent encounters and disagreements over trivial matters or spoken words led to an unofficial hierarchy based on seniority, strength, or age.
While Taylor was not privy to the exact ranking structure, from his memories, Fenice happened to be in the top twenty or so.
Nonetheless, such intangible hierarchy lacked concrete value, as proud dragons were seldom willing to acknowledge it. Daily confrontations with others who were rumored to be mightier than themselves were not uncommon in the entire dragon tribe.
So, the only one within the entire dragon race qualified to create a comprehensive ranking of every dragon—one that would not leave a single dragon unsatisfied—was evident.
It was the Dragon Queen.
Taylor gulped. “Everyone… has one of these?”
“Of course. We’re loyal fans of Princess Lilith,” Fenice gloated.