64. The Banquet
Actually, these skills weren’t useless.
On the contrary, they were very useful.
Reina sometimes felt fortunate that Calysia was a dragon and not some other race.
Because dragons had powerful abilities, high attribute resistance, and could easily withstand all sorts of fancy skills, they were the strongest in terms of individual combat ability among the Four Realms. And these attributes were often what Reina needed most.
“Are you sure you don’t want to choose any skills? You’re about to deal with Crimson Scale. Having more skills won’t hurt, right?”
Little Cal asked again.
But Reina looked confident:
“I don’t need them.”
“He’s practically the one who controls the dragon race’s lifeline. You could say his influence extends to the orcs, the blood race, and even the dark elves. If you make a move on him, it could easily escalate into war.”
“The ending you remember will be different from what happens in this world,” Little Cal said seriously. “Even the Dragon King might be wary of his hidden power and methods. You’re surprisingly calm.”
Reina shook her head:
“As my consciousness, you’re being too overly cautious.”
“Crimson Scale is the main culprit behind Calysia’s tragic death. I’m very concerned about him.”
Reina clenched her fists.
“This time, I will definitely protect that dummy.”
After saying that, Reina vanished in a flash of light on the sunny beach. Little Cal stretched languidly and murmured:
“What a contradictory little dummy.”
…
Crimson Scale’s banquet was held in the ceremonial hall of the Silver Dragon Airspace.
As agreed, Calysia took Reina to the destination. Then she flew back to the Dragon King’s Palace and told Reina that if needed, she could touch the Dragon Mark to let Calysia sense her needs—
This was one of the conveniences of vassalization.
If the situation became dire, she just had to shout “Master, save me,” and Calysia would descend from the sky.
Of course, Reina would absolutely never say such embarrassing words.
She was still apprehensive, unsure if she could maintain her sanity after complete vassalization.
But for now, she decided to focus on her current task. Thinking about Calysia every day would eventually drive her crazy.
It was better to be practical and deal with the enemy before her.
Crimson Scale.
The culprit behind Calysia’s tragic death, the coward who colluded with the orcs, a treacherous dragon.
Whenever she thought of someone threatening Calysia, a voice would echo in Reina’s mind:
“Kill him, kill him, kill him, kill him, kill him…”
Taking a deep breath, she entered the banquet hall. The elegant atmosphere of the aristocracy and the epic interior of the massive building washed over her. If this scene were in Reina’s previous world, it would definitely be mistaken for a masterpiece of image synthesis technology.
Countless beautiful and handsome dragon nobles chatted amongst themselves. They were like the nobles of the human world, but with more gorgeous attire, more striking appearances, and better figures.
Among them, Reina spotted many familiar faces—for example, the Twelve Great Dragons, and the [Demon Moons] Crimson Scale and Shining Scale.
Shining Scale was chatting and drinking with someone by the glass railing on the second floor, her beautiful pink hair particularly eye-catching in the crowd.
Seeing Reina, Shining Scale greeted her from afar. The two exchanged glances, then stopped interacting.
Having grown a tail, Reina had developed a certain sensitivity to dragon tails.
She noticed that regardless of gender, their tails were far less vibrant and full than Calysia’s. If compared to handicrafts, it was the difference between ordinary “fine craftsmanship” and “exquisite artistry.”
But after a whole morning of practice, Reina was confident she could control her large tail.
First, she couldn’t let her tail drag on the ground.
Second, her tail movements had to be natural, not revealing her mood, unless she couldn’t help it… In front of Calysia, she really couldn’t help it, couldn’t help but want to kill her.
Third, her tail couldn’t wrap around anything; that would appear sloppy and impolite.
Finally, her tail couldn’t point straight up; that seemed both unlucky and unsightly.
—Dragons really have a lot of nonsensical rules.
Seeing the gazes of the crowd converging on her, Reina felt like she was walking into a trap, a banquet set up by her enemies.
“Is that Miss Azure Scale?”
“So cute.”
“I didn’t expect her to be such a beautiful dragon. Her tail is so pretty~”
“I envy the Dragon King.”
—But why is everyone praising me?!
Reina wasn’t afraid of being looked down upon or even scolded. It was normal for a human to be looked down upon by dragons, and she didn’t want to fit into this strange circle anyway.
Now, she just wanted to stay hidden, maintain her composure while upholding her dignity, and silently carry out her plan.
But what was going on?
Sisters, you’re Crimson Scale’s guests, right? Why aren’t you greeting your master?
“Miss Azure Scale, there’s cake over there.”
“Lady Azure Scale, would you like to dance with me? My tail should be worthy of yours.”
“Miss Azure Scale, let me pour you a drink.”
Stop crowding around me!
Stop staring at my tail! Is it really that beautiful?
Although Reina had already prepared herself, she still tried to hide her tail behind her body. But now she was surrounded by gazes, with no room to escape. She could only become a cute spectacle in front of so many dragons… no, rather than a spectacle, she was more like a shining star.
“Welcome, Miss Azure Scale!”
A polite male voice rang out, and everyone’s attention finally shifted away from Reina, making way for her.
It was Crimson Scale who saved the day.
Well done~
“Good morning, Miss Azure Scale.”
The man had fluffy, slightly curly red hair, a tall and straight figure, and a proud face that, although somewhat mature, still retained a hint of boyishness. His expression was full of admiration and pleasure, and even without a greeting, one could see his attitude towards Azure Scale.
She quickly noticed the first problem.
The elder among the [Demon Moons], Gold Scale, was standing behind Crimson Scale, the two inseparable.
“Hahaha, don’t mind him… Miss Azure Scale, Mr. Gold Scale is actually a friend of mine.”
Crimson Scale said, noticing Reina’s gaze.
There was no need to explain.
She knew very well why Gold Scale was here.
Although he said that, Gold Scale wasn’t someone who liked to submit to others, much less act as Crimson Scale’s bodyguard. He had simply heard that Azure Scale would be attending the banquet and had received an invitation from Crimson Scale at the same time.
Gold Scale was most likely here to observe and assess. That old man was shrewd and observant; he could see through anyone with a single glance.
Reina couldn’t help but laugh: Crimson Scale is actually afraid I’ll kill him.
Crimson Scale smiled:
“Actually, my philosophy is very simple. Originally, whether it’s the [Demon Moons] or you and I, we could all be friends. But the current situation is a bit tense and awkward, and we don’t want any internal conflict within the dragon race, right?”
“Just get to the point.”
Reina glanced at her watch, her tail swaying elegantly to the side.
“I don’t have much time.”
Reina’s attitude shocked everyone present.
Because, whether it was the dragon nobles, the Twelve Great Dragons, or the other Demon Moons,
None of them would dare speak to Crimson Scale so directly, much less contradict him so brazenly.
—Please, this is the highest-ranking Demon Moon, are you tired of living?
—Azure Scale is finished. How dare she speak to Crimson Scale like that.
—As Crimson Scale’s important guest, how dare she speak like this? Who is she?
“I’m here to make friends.”
Crimson Scale shrugged, seemingly unfazed.
But Reina’s next sentence almost made him explode like a furious lion.
“Is that so? I thought you were here to bribe me, traitor of the dragon race, Crimson Scale.”
So much for Reina having no reaction to Calysia’s tail lol!