If David were a true Metal Dragon, he might have known when to stop.

After all, even when Silver Dragons are angry, their anger often serves merely as a means to an end.

But David was a Red Dragon—and not just any Red Dragon, but a young one brimming with energy and rebelliousness.

You want me to stop just because you say so? Wouldn't that make me look weak? Huh?

Despite the commanding shouts to cease, David didn't stop his violent acts. Nor did he intensify them. He continued at his own pace, with a joyful smile, reveling in the tranquility and satisfaction his wrath afforded him at that moment.

It was like reliving those runs after school at sunset, the solitary game of hitting a table tennis ball, covered with mottled cracks, against the wall.

Arrogance

This scene instead caused an indescribable, eerie chill among those who witnessed it.

It was as if the fear imprinted deep within their blood—the fear of oppression from these enormous dragons that had controlled them thousands of years ago in a bygone era—was awakening once again.

The Elven elders who arrived at the scene felt their mouths dry, pondering how to properly resolve the conflict. Only then did the carefree David in the sky seem to feel that this display of power had satisfied him. He then nonchalantly said,

"I'll give you an hourglass's time to prepare your spells. Otherwise, don't accuse me, David Uthos, of 'bullying the weak' later on."

Some of the watching Magic Academy students were stunned and speechless.

This was the Dewensen Magic Academy, where the finest Spellcasters of the Elven Kingdom were gathered. Yet he dared to issue such an arrogant ultimatum, to give them an hourglass's time to prepare their spells?

How outrageous, how prideful, how utterly dismissive!

What was more incredulous to them was that, even as the other party displayed such outrageous behavior, the first to arrive—Master Sofito of the Shaping Energy Academy—was still trying his utmost to calmly persuade him,

"Your Highness, David Uthos, please quell your anger. The upper echelons of our Academy have begun to take this matter seriously and will certainly give you and your sister Tania a satisfactory response. Please cease this violent conduct before things become irreparable."

Finally, David landed atop a fountain sculpture.

THUMP! THUMP! THUMP! THUMP!

Four blood-red figures collapsed listlessly behind him.

Just as David said, they were beaten half to death, lingering on the brink of the Styx River.

David looked down at the Mage who had called out his name, "Oh? Now you recognize me. No wonder the Brass Dragon said that you High Elves have an ingrained sense of lowly servitude in your bones."

His words, like a broadside attack, instantly ignited the fury of all Elves present.

But before their anger could take over, his next words were like a bucket of ice water dumped over the heads of every Elf there: "Only beginning to take this seriously now? Isn't it a bit too late?"

The implication was clear.

The master sighed. He was deeply engrossed in magical studies and less skilled in negotiations. Lamenting that it fell on him to be the first to encounter this situation, he asked somewhat dejectedly,

"Surely, you must have a final demand? State your terms. Can't we sit down and discuss this peacefully?"

Hm? Demands? I hadn't thought about that before leaving home. But since you reminded me, let me think.

David tapped his increasingly hot head with a claw, then smiled 'innocently' like a child. "How about I beat up every single one of you from the upper echelons of the Academy who knew yet did nothing, from top to bottom?"

The Mage's face twitched, and he touched his polished head. "So it seems today's conflict is beyond peaceful resolution."

David, composed but with a savage gleam in his eyes, asked in return, "If things could be resolved peacefully, wouldn't today's visit make me seem like I'm making a fuss over nothing?"

Saying this, he casually tossed his eager-to-fight Dragon sister Tania into the arms of their Dragon father Attilicia, instructing him, "Take good care of Tania."

Seeing that there was no peaceful end to the matter in sight, the master from the Shaping Energy Academy raised his hand to signal the students to leave quickly.

Incantations and whispered spellcasting began to echo through the corridors of the historic Magic Academy as students genuinely started to panic and flee.

Unlike these uninformed students, David and his Dragon companions had made their mark years ago during the King's Decree event when they broke through the Royal Court's doors. This 'Silver Dragon' David, and Attilicia's family—deeply involved with the Crimson Calamity—had formally entered the public eye of the Elven Kingdom.

Some Elves automatically associated David with Sed Ponga, the Dragon who nearly razed Spider Nest City to the ground all those years ago.

But due to the incompetence of the previous Elf King, Ailiando, who even directly conferred upon him the title of Viscount as a Pioneer Knight, not many Elves delved deeply into David's background.

Only after Queen Arasya took the throne did a thorough investigation begin. Seven years had passed by then. Yet, after retroactive analysis by the High Elves, David Uthos's name as a 'Silver Dragon' was circled in a menacing red, marking him as an 'extremely dangerous' individual worthy of serious attention.

The masters present now were among those who had represented the Academy at the relevant elder council meetings.

And David's earlier, almost brutal actions further convinced them of the accuracy of their previous assessment.