Under the Red Dragon

"Yo, go for it, Kalon, you're the best! Oh, Dos, you too! Try not to get knocked over by Kalon again."

The pixie, Raven, flapped her wings, flying around the designated arena, excitedly shouting encouragement. She flew wherever Kalon went.

Recently, Raven often visited her new friends, becoming quite familiar with the young dragons like Kalon.

In her opinion, staying here was much more fun than listening to the pixies brag all day.

Of course, she ignored that she was the one who had been boasting the most in her group lately.

As the only creature currently allowed into the dragon's nest who wasn't a dragon, the pixie's status among the younger generation of her kind had soared.

Raven liked being with Kalon because she felt that he wasn't like the stereotypical evil chromatic dragons. Instead, he was more like the humans who occasionally visited the forest.

Kalon was more 'humane.' Well, simply put, Kalon treated her as an equal friend, unlike other dragons who arrogantly looked down on all creatures.

The usually taciturn Camide still possessed the pride of a dragon, and Kalon's attitude didn't make him think more highly of the pixie.

Moreover, there were green dragons among the young dragons who liked to eat pixies and sprites. Every time Antajena looked at Raven, it felt like she was looking at prey.

Fortunately, being near Kalon provided enough security, otherwise Raven wouldn't dare to come to the dragon's nest.

Only Dos, the relatively calm blue dragon, didn't show his attitude as obviously as the other dragons, so he was more familiar with the pixie.

Bang! Kalon knocked over the blue dragon, Dos, landing on all fours, the ball he was holding rolling forward.

The red dragon, Kleineria, rushed forward to grab the ball. Seeing Rosani, the black dragon on Kalon's team, pounce forward to steal the ball, she immediately flicked it with her claws to the green dragon behind her.

The green dragon, Antajena, didn't want physical contact with Camide, the white dragon rushing to defend. Instead, she pretended to charge but kicked the ball through Camide's legs, allowing Germot, the white dragon who had been lagging behind, to receive it.

But at this moment, Germot was at the forefront of the attack. The white dragon easily sent the ball into the goal, then shouted, "Woo, we won!"

Four against three, they had struggled to win this game, so now it was time to enjoy the victory. More importantly, the dragons loved the feeling of winning.

"That's not fair, we had one less dragon!" The highly competitive black dragon, Rosani, was still panting.

This exercise was quite strenuous for the dragons, but dragons didn't sweat. Instead, a faint mist appeared on their bodies.

The green dragon, Antajena, who had been loafing around the whole time, came over. Her emerald green eyes, like clear gemstones, looked at the red dragon and said, "Yeah, Kalon is stronger than all of us young dragons. It would be fairer if we had one more dragon than you."

The green dragon had recently begun to consciously try to please the particularly strong red dragon in the dragon group. Perhaps it was the nature of the green dragon species. They liked to attach themselves to powerful members of their kind, and it would be even better if they had the opportunity to bewitch and exploit them.

"Hmph." The young female dragon, Kleineria, snorted. It wasn't that she didn't accept Kalon's status as the strongest among the young dragons, but she felt annoyed when she saw Antajena fawning over Kalon, even though the two female dragons usually got along well.

Kalon didn't care about the young dragons' arguments. There would be different opinions when there were many, no matter what the race.

He happily walked towards the pixie waiting on the sidelines, not because of Raven's arrival, but because he had discovered that this kind of exercise did improve his control over his body and his reaction speed.

It seemed that not only humans, but dragons also needed to exercise regularly.

"Let's go, Raven," the red dragon turned his head, indicating that the pixie could sit on his shoulder. "I feel like I have a good appetite today. I could eat a whole deer." While chatting with the pixie, the red dragon signaled the white dragon, Camide, to follow him.

Kalon had recently discovered another use for the pixie: hunting for him.

With her ability to turn invisible, Raven only needed to quietly approach her chosen prey, then use magic to put it to sleep.

The immobilized prey would be easily killed by Kalon, and then he would happily have a private feast.

This was much more convenient than the red dragon hunting himself. The scales on a young red dragon's body were too flamboyant and were notoriously conspicuous.

Weak creatures would run away, and he couldn't beat the strong ones. His hunting ability was not as good as those powerful, ferocious beasts, let alone the pixie who had a 100% success rate.

Fortunately, pixies weren't like some elves who only ate vegetables. Raven also liked to eat meat, especially after tasting Kalon's barbecue.

The barbecue wasn't anything special. Pixies could also make it, but Kalon was a red dragon, and his fire control ability could only be described as a born barbecue master. Crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, with even caramelization, were just the basics.

After tasting the sweetness, the pixie would even take the initiative to help the red dragon hunt, and the price was a leg, no matter what the prey was.

Yes, Raven liked to hug a leg and gnaw on it. She learned this from human merchants. She always felt that hugging a big leg and gnawing on it would be more delicious, and it would be even better with a glass of wine.

Unfortunately, pixies didn't know how to brew wine. As for Kalon, Kalon was a stupid dragon who only knew how to eat and had to wait for the pixie to feed him.

Chatting with Raven casually, Kalon even felt like he was being taken care of, with the price being a small barbecue.

This made Kalon's dragon face a little hot, but fortunately, he always had the tight-lipped white dragon, Camide, with him, and the other dragons didn't notice this embarrassing fact.

However, thanks to Raven's feeding, Kalon could feel his development accelerating in the past two months, and he was now four meters long.

With the talent of unlimited growth, Kalon's already powerful digestive ability as a dragon was even better. He ate twice as much food as the other young dragons every day, and Akz's quantitative feeding couldn't satisfy him at all.

If it weren't for Raven, Kalon would either risk hunting himself or simply use the dragon's powerful stomach to digest dirt. Therefore, Kalon's attitude towards the more useful pixie was friendlier.

"Wow, Kalon, your horns are so beautiful." Raven stared at the thick horns on the red dragon's head. Her little hands looked restless. She really wanted to touch the swirling patterns on the dragon horns.

The weak always admired the strong, and the pixie race was no exception. They liked to make friends because they hoped to have the friendship of the strong.

In Raven's eyes, the dragon horns on the red dragon's head represented the dragon's power and majesty, which she could not possess, so she had always been very envious.

In terms of aesthetics based on power, the dragon's horns were indeed full of power and barbaric beauty.

Kalon turned his head, his large dragon eyes glaring at Raven, implying that if she dared to touch them, he would bite her.

Kalon certainly didn't care that dragon horns represented the dignity of a dragon and could not be touched, but he wouldn't show it.

Even between friends, there needed to be a certain sense of boundaries. I can be very nice to you, but you can't climb the ladder to the roof.

"Well, well, I'm just envious of your dragon horns," Raven's restless little hands retracted, and her round little face showed a bit of frustration.

"Why don't pixies have horns on their heads? I also wish I had a pair of beautiful little horns on my head."

The red dragon was amused by the pixie's words. He had seen hand fetishists and foot fetishists, but he had never seen a horn fetishist.

Kalon stopped, extended his left claw, indicating Raven to stand in front of him, then carefully used two claws to clip off two wildflowers at his feet, and inserted them on the left and right sides of Raven's acorn hat, then patted his hands and smiled perfunctorily, "That's good. Now Raven, you also have a pair of your own horns."

Raven carefully touched the two fragile flower branches with a few green leaves on her head. The pixie dust behind her sprinkled down, and the dew on the nearby trees and flowers was moved by magic, slowly gathering and turning into a small, constantly fluctuating mirror.

The pixie looked at herself in the mirror, who seemed to have become particularly different. The small face that Raven had been wearing was instantly covered with a blush of brilliance, and her delicate little face became radiant.

She shouted, and her little hands held the flowers on her head, happily flying up and down around the red dragon. After flying around a few times, she suddenly remembered something and quickly flew away, the fairy dust behind the pixie also turned into a tail flame, and her happy shouts were left behind.

"Kalon, hurry up and follow me. I found your favorite deer. There are a lot of them there, and I'm going to choose two of the fattest ones for you."

Kalon smiled at the white dragon who looked confused, and then followed unhurriedly.