So, in comparison, the seemingly violent and even brutal behavior displayed by David today was actually quite restrained.

But what she found somewhat amusing was that this outcome might just be what the Red Dragon had expected all along.

Having set a clear bottom line in advance, the Elven Mages were so bound by restrictions that David already stood on invincible ground.

"How cunning," Yolanda said with a chuckle, talking to herself as she watched David's towering figure from behind.

Just when all the Elven students felt despair, and many professors thought this 'unfair battle' was about to end with their side bowing and admitting fault, a deep incantation began to resonate.

To everyone's astonishment, they saw an embarrassed-looking Dean Dewensen staring unblinkingly at the Red Dragon rampaging through the academy, muttering spells that seemed to echo in everyone's ears and minds, causing a dizziness that was hard to shake off.

"Don't do it, Dean!" Euniselen's face went pale, and she cursed inwardly, trying to speak out to stop him.

David, who also felt that prickling sensation on his scales, sneered and spread his wings to soar into the sky.

"HAHAHA, the old codger is desperate, huh? Well, bring it on... If I don't kick you out of this position today, then my name isn't Sed Ponga!"

"Sed Ponga?!" some Elves exclaimed, their long ears perking up in disbelief.

Sed Ponga...

The child of Crimson Calamity!

In that moment, they finally understood why this Red Dragon dared to confront Dean Dewensen and openly challenge the Elven Kingdom so brazenly.

It turned out... he was none other than the child of the Crimson Calamity that nearly razed Spider Nest City to the ground, another Sed Ponga.

Then, they watched helplessly as this Sed Ponga, who appeared to wield an ethereal sword, raised his dragon claws and wings. Each scale stood erect like a ferocious blade.

Perhaps because this was his second use of the maneuver, David didn't end up in an overly gory state as before. Instead, blood flowed from the already damaged Dragon Scale under the guidance of Arrogance, crawling up towards his claws as if alive.

This sword of Authority was still gathering strength. Within two kilometers around, all Elves shuddered with goosebumps prickling their skin.

"By the way, shouldn't the higher-ups of the Elven Kingdom be intervening by now?" David mused aloud, casually 'lifting his sword' in slow motion.

He really didn't want to end up bedridden for another seven months...

"All of you stop this senseless fighting. I come bearing the Elven Queen Arasya's royal command and will."

Both David and Dean Dewensen turned to look, and saw a 'young Elf' who had appeared at the scene at an unknown time, stepping forward and walking slowly to stand between them.

"Legendary," David narrowed his eyes slightly.

"Your Excellency Menekver! It's the renowned Court Mage Menekver!" an Elven magic professor shouted his name.

Menekver? David had no recollection, but Attilicia, who had been mingling in the Elven Kingdom for years, changed color.

As David had speculated, he was indeed a legend, a legendary Spellcaster, and also a Court Mage who had served three generations of monarchs in the Elven Kingdom.

And this Elven Queen Arasya managed to commission this legendary Mage who had not been seen in public for many years since Ailiando ascended.

For a moment, Attilicia wondered if it was Queen Arasya's capabilities that had earned his recognition, or if David had made such a fuss this time that even this reclusive legend had to come and see for himself? Or was it a bit of both?

Seeing that everyone had fallen silent, the legendary Court Mage glanced at both sides. However, instead of reading out the royal decree in an official tone, he addressed the dean directly, "Julius, it's time for you to retire. With such a lapse in management, you are no longer fit to stay at this academy."

The dean, named Julius, seemed to age hundreds of years in an instant upon hearing these words, and he bowed to accept the command, "...Yes, Teacher Menekver..."

He then dispelled the Thansen Transformation Art, and his body, which had been as inflated as a balloon, instantly withered and shrunk. Stooped and desolate, he walked out of the courtyard.

The Elves were in an uproar.

Dean Julius, who had served nearly a hundred years in the academy, had just been dismissed?

Then they heard the Court Mage directly name someone, "Euniselen, you will act as interim dean. The specific appointment will be notified by the Elder Council."

"Yes, Professor Menekver!" Euniselen could hardly contain her joy as she responded. Strictly speaking, among her contemporaries, both her seniority and strength were inferior to many professors, but since Professor Menekver had personally appointed her, she had essentially skyrocketed to the top.

"You will be in charge of the investigation into this serious academy incident. All students, Mages, and responsible Elves involved in the incident are to be dealt with according to the regulations. Moreover, I do not want to see such incidents happen again."

"Yes."

"Lord David Uthos, with these measures in place, can you now sheathe your 'sword'?" the Court Mage asked with a smile.

"Hmph, would you have shown yourself if I hadn't drawn this sword?"

David remained unmoved by the facade, but he had achieved his intended purpose and now 'reluctantly' retracted the still unseen Sword of Authority.

With a face thickened by the trials of history, akin to a city wall, the Court Mage also ignored the banter, remaining as pleasant as a spring breeze. "This was indeed an oversight by Dewensen Academy. As you see, we have dealt with everything as per your wishes to your satisfaction. You may rest assured that your sister Tania can safely return to her studies. I guarantee she will be treated equally and have access to all she wishes to learn. By the way, I notice that Lord David Uthos is blessed with a remarkable talent. Would you not like to stay and explore the roots of magic with me?"

David was close to rolling his eyes. Stay and become your guinea pig? He scoffed immediately, "You must be from the wrong era. To seek the origins of magic, you'll need to look for Mistral."

"I have indeed always regretted that," the Court Mage concurred earnestly.

"Tania, Dad, let's go."

David didn't deign to give the eager Elf Mage another moment, called out, turned his back, and flapped his wings.

David simply grabbed Tania, throwing her onto his head. Then, as if Dragon Dad were a mere action figure, he grabbed hold of him and took off directly.

It was Yolanda who took a running start and grabbed David's foot so as not to be left behind.

Watching the swaggering retreat of the Red Dragon, the Court Mage let out a long sigh, seemingly filled with genuine regret.

Yet David, as he flew by Golden Oak Avenue, let out a breath of Dragon Breath and set his own house ablaze. This seemingly mad act nearly drove his thrifty Dragon Dad to insanity.

"I haven't even packed my belongings!"

David countered, "With all this commotion we've caused, we've even drawn out legends. Aren't you afraid these spiteful pointed-eared ones might settle scores with you later?"

"...But you didn't have to set the house on fire! It was rented!"

David paused for a moment, then said, "I forgot..."

"I..." Attilicia was also speechless and choked up.

Only the landlord in the Noble district, watching his property suddenly catch fire, nearly fainted in the restroom.

However, by igniting his house before leaving, David spared himself an unjust 'investigation'.

For a moment, it was uncertain whether it was a blessing or a curse.