"Crimson Dragon Emperor Set?" Auston was somewhat baffled. Using his scales to craft a single piece of arm guard was already a stretch, let alone crafting a whole set? That was really extreme—pulling out dragon scales was incredibly painful.
"What? Can't bear to part with them?"
"My lord, it's not that I…"
"I'm asking you, do you want the title 'Red Dragon Emperor' to truly suit you?" Muria asked with a smiling expression toward this ancient dragon whose edges had been smoothed by time.
"My lord, I don't deserve this title," Auston said, feeling awkward. Although he knew his current strength did not match the title, he really desired it.
"I'm just asking if you want it?"
"I do! But my strength…"
"The first piece of the Crimson Dragon Emperor Set that I just refined came from you. If you don't object, the materials for all components of the set will come from you. If that's the case, then naturally, the so-called Red Dragon Emperor is you."