We traveled through time together, but I'm the only dragon? The others are all beautiful girls?

"Ahem!" Akalion placed his dragon claw, covered in grayish-white scales, in front of the dragon's mouth with feigned seriousness, and cleared his throat. "I killed you, and then I brought you back to life! This is my third life."

Other demons might scoff at this.

But this is Dekalapian, the lonely king of the tower who only finally understood humanity after his death.

“I…I understand.” Deckardabian looked at Akalion’s enormous size and once again recalled the scene that had ripped her soul apart. Her long ears twitched uncontrollably twice. Then, she knelt down before Akalion, just like the Mondstadt people who had knelt before her in the past.

"I am willing to obey your orders. But, but please, do not vent your desires on humans indiscriminately anymore."

"?" Akalion was puzzled for a moment, then looked at Deckalapian with some annoyance. "I'm not that kind of dragon! Do you think I'm like you? You don't even know whether you're doing good or bad?!"

"—"

These words were like the sharpest blade, coated with deadly poison, instantly shattering Dekalapian's heart and causing her tears to flow uncontrollably.

Seeing her like this, Akalion regretted what he had just said.

But it was too late; the dream had already ended.

He was thrown away by an invisible force.

Opening his eyes, he saw Dekalapian sitting on the bed, silently wiping away his tears.

"Strange, why... can't I stop my tears?"

“You are no longer a demon god, but my servant.” Akalion pulled his head back from the bedroom door of Dekalapian. “Although you are not a mortal either, you do not have the same power as a demon god, but your potential is far greater.”

"After all, you are my companion, and I will bring you protection. As I grow stronger, you will also become stronger and one day surpass the past."

He emphasized it again and used his psychic powers to offer a soft handkerchief to Dekalapian.

"Let me wipe you clean. Right now you're just an elf, just like a human. You eat, drink, poop, pee, and sleep. You're afraid of the cold and the heat, but you sleep less than a human."

"Then, then how come I—" Dekalapian sobbed, wiping away her tears, and looked at Akalion very honestly, "How come I didn't receive any blessings or feel anything?"

"Because I still have hundreds of years before I can enter the stage of a teenage dragon."

Perhaps this will take even longer.

After all, with the addition of that wanderer, Akalion's current aptitude is already six times that of the original, and he can feel that his physique is about to grow again.

"Before that, this blessing—"

Akalion's words abruptly ceased. His massive dragon head, which had been fixed on Dekalbian, abruptly turned towards the deep passage leading out of the room. Almost simultaneously, Dekalbian quickly wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes, forcibly suppressing that final vulnerability belonging to a demon god back into the abyss of her soul. She stepped out of the bedroom and stood silently beside Akalion, preparing to fulfill the duties befitting a [familiar].

Regardless, Akalion had been kind to her.

"Isriel? What brings you here?"

Isriel, dressed in a formal and elegant elven noble robe, appeared silently outside the door. She first gave Akalion a slight bow, then got to the point.

"My lord, we are severely short-handed. Although the 'kin' you brought—"

As she spoke, she glanced at Dekalapian, who was standing silently to the side. A look of pity and complex sympathy flashed in his red eyes, a look that made the former lonely king of the tower blush.

"—They possess relevant management experience, but the problem is that their numbers are still too few, less than twenty. In order to integrate these new 'kin' into the city's operations as quickly as possible, I hope you can temporarily appoint Royal Knights as [Tribunals]. Their psionic abilities can play a very good management role. At the same time, increase their salaries from five [Holithes Crystals] per month to seven."

"What's the difference?" Akalion felt that the salary was still a bit low. But as a dragon, his inherent greed made it impossible for him to say anything about giving them a raise.

"Currently, the city's currency system, after discussions between Sir Alec and me, is tentatively set as follows: one Holite Crystal can be exchanged for twenty gold coins, sixty silver coins, and three hundred copper coins."

Isriel raised her head, her bright red eyes, like the setting sun, fixed intently on Akalion.

"My lord, we are no longer a village-level organization with only a dozen or so people. Now, with a population of over three thousand, we can be called a [township]."

“Our supplies are not scarce, and food no longer needs to be controlled. It’s time to let the city’s economy resume its normal function. Let Ansershion truly come alive.”

"Then, we will proclaim the return of Ansersheen to the long-destroyed Royal Court. We will take up the banner of the Royal Court, reaffirm our rule on this land, and gradually integrate the vast territories that once belonged to the Elven Empire. We will tell those who may still exist in the world that the Order still exists."

"Has the location of the royal court been found?"

Akalion's eyes suddenly lit up. His massive dragon body rapidly shrank and reshaped amidst a distortion of light and shadow, transforming into the handsome Liyue youth. With an irrepressible joy, he walked towards Isriel.

"..." Looking at the lord in this form, Isriel's composed expression faltered for a moment. "Yes, rangers, the location of the royal court has been confirmed, but... the royal court has long been destroyed, and there is no sign of any life activity."

P.S.: Unbelievable, why are 8 and 9 considered sensitive words when they're together? It's so weird that Haki has sensitive skin!

Volume 1 Snowfield Dragon Lord: 90. Grand Duke Dekalapian

After the First Elven Empire ended, the elves of the Second Empire possessed five Royal Courts.

Two of them, along with their former glory, perished completely during the massive surge of primal magical energy following the forbidden ritual of the [Edivaradon Divine Art] performed by the entire human empire.

After that, only three remained in the world.

The First Royal Court, Starfall, was once the undisputed capital of the empire. Its numbers of druids, mages, and psionic warriors were the highest in the Second Empire. However, now only ruins remain, located south of the Long River Forest.

The Second Royal Court, the Pale Court, is ruled by a great lich who has existed since the time of the gods, and he and his disciples pursue eternal knowledge.

Its territory is located in the southernmost part of the continent, separated from Ansershion by vast distances.

To find out anything about it, we would probably need to integrate the entire northern ice plains with the homeland of the First Royal Court before we could possibly do so.

The Third Royal Court, Purple Moon Flower Sea, is ruled by elves who have been transformed into vampires.

They reside on the Nightwhisper Islands in the southern highlands, maintaining the order of the former elven empire, and have had no contact with the outside world since the divine spell of Edivaradan.

This approach...

“That is why, my lord!” Isriel’s voice pulled Akalion back to reality. “Only Ansershion is qualified to raise the banner of the First Royal Court once again.”

"The fact that the Great Lich of the Second Royal Court and the Vampire of the Third Royal Court are both undead makes it impossible for them to inherit the rule of the First Royal Court from the very beginning."

"Furthermore, it is impossible to take over the Starshine Network, which is the core of the entire Elf Empire and was jointly constructed by our ancestors—a small-scale pseudo-magical network that can control the environment and climate of the entire northern continent."

"Only those who control the [Starlight Vein] can be called the [Guardian of Eldra], the absolute emperor of this world."

Akalion listened in silence.

He certainly understood that Ansersheen was originally the capital of the First Empire, although it was built on the ruins of the capital. But given the current situation, it was only natural for it to inherit the imperial throne.

Raising that flag, which has been covered in dust for so long, can prove to the remaining lives in this world that they still have a peaceful and happy place to live.

This doesn't bring any direct benefit to Akalion—after all, if the so-called "Starlight Path" were truly unharmed, how could the First Royal Court have been destroyed?

However, it's not necessarily a bad thing; it can help Ansersheen develop more quickly.

"How are those 'new elves' doing at work?"

“Not bad. They’re all very obedient, and not so stupid as to not know how to pull the lever.” Isriel nodded slightly. “However, my lord, this one…”

Her gaze fell on Dekalapian, who was standing silently to the side.

"Is this lady also your 'wife'?"

Akalion glanced at the former lonely king of the tower, who was now a petite white-haired, red-eyed elf, seemingly lost in thought.

Now that they've all fallen into his hands, how could he possibly let them go?

Of course not.

“Yes,” Akalion declared to Isriel with an air of certainty. “Next, I will appoint her as the Grand Duke of this city. After all, she can now wield power from me.”

That was originally my power!

Dekalapian wanted to say that, but the pain of being completely pierced through his body still echoed deep within his soul.

Moreover, it was this dragon before her that had brought her back to the present world from that eternal death.

She didn't really care about the title of "Madam." After doing that kind of thing, what meaning did a title have?

This scene, however, involuntarily reminded her of the past.

I remembered Amos, who offered his purest love to Him when He was still a demon god, and the girl who chased after His silhouette barefoot on the biting white snow.

Was He, like Akalion, arrogant and domineering at that time?

No, I am probably inferior to Akalion.

In the end, he couldn't even bring himself to say the most insignificant apology.

"Dekalapian?"

Akalion looked at the Tornado Demon God who was lost in deep thought, and gently tapped her forehead with his giant sword-shaped dragon tail.

"Ok?"

Descarabian suddenly came to his senses and quickly adopted the reverent posture that the nobles of the old Mondstadt era used when responding to Him.

"My lord, what are your orders?"

Now that you've become Akalion's servant, then be a good servant.

As for the lady, wife... if Akalion had maintained this human form, it would have been acceptable.

But if it were that enormous true form of a dragon... she definitely wouldn't survive now.

The wind element has healing abilities, that's for sure.

However, under such a terrifying and chaotic impact, her healing abilities were of little use.

"Can you still maintain that barrier that keeps out the wind and snow?"

“My power…” Dekalapian glanced at Akalion with a hint of reproach, a barely perceptible dimness flashing in his ruby-like eyes, “was all taken away by you, leaving only a tiny bit of residue.”

“…Then let’s put this aside for now.” Akalion was still unable to fully control his abilities, so he turned his gaze back to Isriel.

"Let's put aside the matter of claiming the throne for now. Let's first establish the name of [Ansersheen] across this land."

"Let the rangers begin their exploration along the former territory of the First Royal Court. Since it has been confirmed that there is no life in the snowfields outside the Ancient God's Tears Mountains in the southeast, there is no need to confirm that there."

Akalion glanced out the window at the towering, dark mountains and then said:

"It would be very difficult for any monster without the ability to fly to cross the entire Ancient God's Tears Mountain Range, so there is no need to worry about enemies."

"In addition, select those elves with magical aptitude from among the newborn elves and begin magic teaching courses immediately. As for the training of psionic warriors, we can put it on hold for now. We do not have any imminent threats, and we cannot train a force that can be put into actual combat in a short period of time."

"After I return from the other world, I will go to the ruins of the royal court to seek the traces of the [Star Crystal] and the [Starlight Vein]."

Akalion then turned his gaze toward Deckardapien.

"Before that, we need to restore her power. Her ability to block wind and snow and improve the climate can greatly reduce the power of Ansersheen's Great Barrier."

The entire Old Mondstadt—also known as the Wind Dragon Ruins—covers 100,000 square kilometers. Even if Deckalapian takes advantage of the terrain of Brightcrown Mountains and the loss of otherworldly power, how big is the city of Anthershine?

It's less than one-thousandth of Old Mondstadt.

Volume 1 Snowfield Dragon Lord: 91. Saintess Gillias

Amidst the unfolding golden realm, Akalion suddenly felt a profound and weighty resonance of sorrow originating from its very core.

He clearly 'saw' that, apart from himself, all the 'Blue Heirs' had gathered in that eternal dark space.

This made him particularly curious: why did everyone suddenly gather together again without calling him?

"Dekalapian, wait a moment, go back to your bedroom and wait for me."

Akalion casually dismissed Deckardian, who was about to perform his duties as a [familiar], from his post.

Before she could respond, his consciousness, following that resonance and the lighthouse's glow, descended into the dark space.

At this moment, Ying, Artoria, Eleanor, Saint Jaia, and the Wanderer Lan Shi have all gathered here.

Everyone's face was extremely solemn.

Especially Saintess, whose face, which was originally as pure as an angel, was now like the sky before a storm, filled with oppressive gloom, as if a torrential downpour was about to pour down at any moment.

This piqued Akalion's curiosity, and he looked at the faces of every 'I' present.

"What happened? Everyone looks serious."

"..."

No one answered him.

Only Saintess's expression became increasingly teary-eyed as Akalion asked her question.

Akalion cast a questioning glance at Ying.

Ying sighed helplessly but said nothing. She simply gestured for him to look at the calmest of the wanderers.

"What exactly happened?" Akalion asked Lan Shi.

"Saint Jelia officially completed the unification of her planet two days ago. Upon seeing her arrival, everyone except those stubborn cultists knelt down and regarded her as the supreme deity."