"…" Radir helplessly watched as the little sprite dragon squirmed in Rynar's grip.
He was at a loss—killing it seemed too wasteful, releasing it felt too dangerous, and sealing it was just plain troublesome. Radir, the old master himself, was stumped.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk! A sprite dragon!" Dylan's eyes gleamed with green light, his expression resembling that of a certain infamous snake ninja from another story.
"So what are we going to do with this little guy?" Rynar sighed, frustrated. Who would have thought the system would hand him such an uncontrollable creature?
"Isn't it entering a natural regression state?" Dylan, ever the wise sage, scrutinized the little creature in Rynar's grasp. His face turned serious.
"Probably." Rynar sighed again, clearly exhausted.
"Can you guys hurry up and take her off me? My arms are killing me!" Rynar groaned, visibly struggling.
Keeping the creature subdued with his abilities was draining him fast.
The sprite dragon continually lashed out with bursts of draconic energy, wearing down Rynar's holy battle aura at an alarming rate.
"Right away, Your Majesty!" Dylan nodded with a smirk, glancing at Rynar's sweat-drenched forehead.
"You're really something. Barely a few minutes, and your battle aura is already running out?" Vanervi teased with a sly grin.
"Shut it, you jerk! Never say a man can't hold up!" Rynar snapped, his pride wounded.
"Why don't you try using the Tier-3 battle aura to suppress a real dragon? Let's see if it doesn't crush you!" Rynar barked. He was in no mood for sarcasm while suffering.
"Seal of Dominion!" Dylan raised a hand, and a brilliant hexagram appeared in his palm. The distinct pressure of a Tier-6 practitioner radiated outward.
"Subdue!" Dylan's command was curt and powerful. The hexagram floated from his palm, enveloping the sprite dragon.
Streams of visible, terrifying magical energy flowed within the formation, forming intricate magical runes that spiraled around the struggling creature.
"Seal!"
Dylan's voice boomed like a thunderclap. The surrounding runes surged toward the sprite dragon, coalescing into chains of magical energy that swiftly bound the little beast.
"It's done!" Dylan opened his eyes, a flash of light gleaming in their depths.
Splat!
Rynar's grip instinctively slackened, and the poor sprite dragon flopped face-first onto the table with an undignified smack.
"…Oops," Rynar muttered awkwardly, hastily propping the little dragon back up.
"Is it…not moving anymore?" Vanervi was astonished. For years, he had believed that alchemists were practically useless in combat.
Now, however, Dylan had just completely sealed the dragon's draconic energy—a feat Vanervi couldn't have achieved himself!
"Well done, Your Majesty!"
Dylan bowed slightly, though the fatigue in his eyes betrayed his seemingly calm demeanor. Seal of Dominion was the most powerful sealing spell an alchemist could wield.
While Dylan made it look effortless, anyone able to sense magical reserves would notice that over half of his mana had evaporated in the process.
"Ha! Congratulations, Your Majesty, on acquiring a sprite dragon!" Radir stroked his snowy-white beard, laughing heartily.
The power of a sprite dragon in battle was unparalleled. In its youth, the creature could annihilate armies of low-tier fighters with ease.
No one questioned why they were nicknamed Dragon Machine Guns. However, sprite dragons were also notorious for their weak defenses, earning them the unflattering title of Shame of the Dragonkin—being one of the few dragons vulnerable to heavy crossbows.
"Your Majesty, this dragon needs proper training and care," Dylan advised.
"I detected some chaotic elemental attributes in her core—likely a side effect of your suppression technique. She'll need rest and time to stabilize."
His lips curled into a pleased smile, his brows relaxing. Clearly, the sprite dragon had ignited Dylan's curiosity. He'd have no shortage of material to study for the foreseeable future.
Dylan flashed a toothy grin—what he thought was friendly.
However, to the sprite dragon, his smile was more terrifying than that of a corrupted elder dragon. After all, this supposedly kind man had sealed her with a single gesture!
"Maybe you should give her to me," Vanervi suggested cheekily, sidling up to Rynar.
"Sprite dragons thrive best with elves. They can absorb the life essence elves naturally exude, and in return, their draconic energy enhances elven abilities.
Over time, they might even become legendary Dragonborn!" Vanervi's eyes sparkled at the thought.
"In your dreams! If you want her, offer me something of equal value!" Rynar shot back, his mood sour.
Why on earth had the system handed him a sprite dragon in the first place? It felt wildly out of place.
"Have you seen my tribe? We're broke! What could I possibly offer?" Vanervi laughed bitterly, covering his face.
"Then stop dreaming!" Rynar rolled his eyes. "You're supposed to be an elf leader, Vanervi! Don't go turning into a miser!"
"Fine, fine. I'm going outside to cool off," Vanervi said with a sigh, muttering enviously as he walked away.
"Well, at least it's a real dragon," Rynar said, attempting to comfort himself. Despite its miniature size, a sprite dragon was still a dragon.
Even though the half-elves weren't pureblooded, their lineage was enough to foster a sprite dragon's growth.
After all, they had once produced five Dragon Knights—a testament to their compatibility with these creatures.
"Your Majesty, I strongly advise keeping her sealed for now. Let her adapt and build her resilience. Breaking the seal prematurely could lead to disaster," Dylan warned.
"Good point. Luck really was on your side today," Radir remarked, stroking his beard.
"That poor creature must have accidentally warped here via spatial magic and got caught by your suppression. The odds! Unbelievable!"
"Roar!" The little dragon suddenly spread its wings, planted its forelegs, and lashed its tail, attempting to stand tall.
"…" Rynar.
"…" Radir.
"…" Dylan.
"What's she doing?" Rynar whispered.
"No idea…" Radir and Dylan muttered in unison. Was this supposed to be a mighty dragon roar?
Or…a kitten's yawn? The poor creature probably hadn't recovered from the trauma of being sealed.
"Well, little one, we're family now! How about I give you a name? Let's call you Sintara!" Rynar declared with a grin, admiring the vibrant hues of the sprite dragon's scales.
"I refuse!" came a clear, defiant voice.
The sprite dragon, perched indignantly on the table, protested furiously against the humiliating name.
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