"What are you thinking about, Muria?"
"My maternal grandmother to you is …"
"Don't overthink it, Muria." Bronia solemnly said, "I've been very grateful to your maternal grandmother. If it hadn't been for her to take me in, I might have died in the wilderness at any time, just like most of the Five Colored Dragons.
Most of my accomplishments today are thanks to your grandmother. Without her, I wouldn't be here."
"..." Hearing Bronia's humble words, Muria rubbed his nose. It certainly didn't seem like something a normal Red Dragon would say.
At this moment, Muria had a kind of admiration for his maternal grandmother. An authentic Red Dragon had been raised into a Benevolent one.
As an Ancient Red Dragon under a joint attack from human countries, honestly, this level of suffering was quite frustrating for a dragon.
