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

In his dinosaur brain, consumed by hunger, only one incredibly important and incredibly simple question lingered.

"Is the demiplane now connected?"

[Master, connection successful. The food inventory is at 3% health, enough to sustain 400 people for a year.]

"Fine! Now! Right now! Right in front of me, give me enough food to fill my stomach!"

Yes! The estimated consumption is enough food reserves to sustain forty people for one day.

In an instant, streaks of light appeared before Akalion, transforming into a large amount of 'food' the moment they landed on the ground.

Dozens of buckets of brightly colored fruits, piles of fluffy bread exuding the aroma of wheat, dozens of jars of clear, pure drinking water, and a pool of crisp, refreshing-looking vegetable salads made from a mixture of unknown plants.

Elves are generally vegetarians, but they do eat meat, though they usually don't.

Although there are elves who regularly eat meat, judging from the food reserves, it is clear that the elves here are primarily vegetarian.

"...Wait, what's this?" Even seeing the food in front of him, Akalion still clung to a last shred of hope for the elven city's supplies. "No meat?"

[Researching again... Search complete, nothing found.]

"Fine—I'll just be vegetarian then."

Akalion eagerly used its dragon claws to lift a huge wooden barrel and poured the full barrel of various fruits into its gaping maw.

Although he is a huge fan of spicy food, it doesn't mean he hates other flavors, especially after eating cold, hard soil for so long, he can finally taste such normal, fresh food full of natural vitality!

As he chewed and savored the fruit, two streams of hot tears once again flowed uncontrollably down Akalion's cheeks.

He quickly grabbed a pile of bread and threw it into his mouth—was it because he had eaten too much dirt, or was it because of that 'lucky stone', that he couldn't taste anything?

Akalion quickened his eating pace. Although it didn't taste very good, at least it filled his stomach!

And perhaps he didn't taste anything when he ate the first few bites, but later, later, later—however, he didn't taste a single flavor until he finished all the food.

"Why doesn't it taste like anything?" Akalion asked Mihui Tower with a pained expression. This feeling was worse than eating dirt.

This food was an emergency reserve; the previous tower master, constrained by the circumstances at the time, only considered nutritional and aesthetic aspects.

【Master, is it possible to revive the city's residents now and restore Ansersheen to normal operation?】

“Fine!” Akalion said with a hint of resentment.

【Yes! 】

A soft white light flashed before Akalion, and a slender, purple-haired elf in an elegant robe quietly appeared before him.

Parliamentary Secretary: Isriel.

"Homage to you, great dragon."

"—"

This feeling... is kind of great.

Looking at the elegant, poignant, flat-chested, purple-haired elf before him, bowing obsequiously, Akalion felt as if a switch called 'Domination' had been gently pressed in his brain.

"Do you know... the current situation?" Akalion asked in a low voice, trying his best to control the dark S-descending desires that seemed to originate from his dragon nature.

“Yes, I know everything, my lord.” A trace of unconcealed sorrow appeared on the face of the flat-chested, purple-haired elf named Isriel. “Our kingdom, our people, all intelligent life… all perished in that one night.”

"We don't even know what happened."

"Lord? You call me lord?" Akalion's massive dragon head slowly approached, almost touching Isriel's bloodless face. He extended his long, barbed, scarlet tongue and gently wrapped it around her slender neck in an almost coercive manner. "Don't think you can please me by using such a title."

“Whoever is recognized by Miseaseran is the eternal lord of Ansersheen. You are the master of this city, and you may exercise any power you wish here, as long as… you can ensure that this city continues to exist.” Isriel’s body did not tremble at all, as if the sensation brought by that cold, slippery tongue and the threat contained within it were irrelevant to her.

She simply stared silently at the dragon before her with her empty, ruby-like eyes. Just by looking at its color, one could tell that it was no good dragon, let alone its current behavior... But even if it was an evil dragon, so what?

Even if she was terrified inside, she couldn't show it. The dragon in front of her was the lord, and the tower had already accepted her, so she had to observe etiquette, not be impolite, and absolutely not violate her family's traditions.

Even if the world has been destroyed...

"..." Akalion realized he could sense the elf's emotions; she was afraid. The instant he realized this, a savage hunger, far exceeding any physical need, surged uncontrollably from the depths of his heart. He immediately withdrew his dragon tongue. "Heh, aren't you even a little worried that I'll devour you?"

“I am... a life that has long since died.” Isriel said, her beautiful eyes slightly reddening. “If I could be eaten by you, my lord, perhaps... I could reunite with my family in another way.”

"—Then what do you want?" Akalion growled unhappily, turning around abruptly. Why did he show no sympathy for this, but instead seem to have a heart full of appetite?

Could he have mixed in the blood of a green dragon?

Speaking of where he hatched, it seems to be an impact crater... Could he be the product of some mage's experiment? Did he end up in this world by accident?

“I don’t want anything.” Isriel gently wiped away the tears that were about to fall from the corner of her eye. “I exist only to serve you.”

"..." It took Akalion quite a while to suppress his appetite. His giant sword-like dragon tail swayed irritably on the ground. "Then go and take care of the rest of the elves."

"Yes, my lord." Isriel was stunned for a moment. She had thought she would surely perish in the jaws of this capricious and strange dragon today, but she never expected...

"Later, your loyal subjects will come to see you to express our loyalty and oath to our lord!" She bowed deeply again, and her figure disappeared into the main hall.

Akalion finished his meal and lay alone on the huge terrace, overlooking his city, feeling a little emo, probably because he was too full.

He... really wants to see Ying... and Artoria too...

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"Lord Lord!"

Isriel's ghostly figure returned silently to Akalion's side.

"..."

The giant dragon, lying on the edge of the terrace, lazily lifted its eyelids. Its deep gray dragon eyes reflected the city below, which seemed to have a hint of life in it, making it appear somewhat listless.

He squeezed out a low monosyllable from deep in his throat.

"explain--"

"Protector: Sir Elven reports that the botanical garden in the southern part of the city has completely exhausted its energy crystals used to maintain the ecosystem for edible species. We need your—"

"Okay. I'll go right away."

Before Isriel could finish speaking, Akalion leaped off the terrace and flew directly towards the botanical garden.

"—With permission, go and change it."

Isriel softly finished the sentence that had been interrupted. But at this moment, all that remained before her was the still-raging wind stirred up by the sudden unfolding of the dragon's wings.

Akalion pretended not to hear. He wasn't some hopeless workaholic; rather, rather than lying there listlessly, letting the cold venom called 'emo' slowly erode him, he preferred to take the most direct action to keep himself busy, both physically and mentally, in order to escape emo.

Viewed from the air, the entire city of Ansersheen resembles a meticulously crafted and dazzling emblem sleeping in the snowy valley of Eternal Night.

At this moment, in the city's production areas, only the enormous botanical garden is radiating a soft and stable glow of life.

The remaining highlights, like scattered diamonds on black velvet, were sparsely distributed throughout the residential area—it seemed that the resurrected elves were preparing to tidy themselves up and offer their loyalty to him, the newly born "dragon" lord.

Or perhaps... we're planning to eliminate him completely?

A glint of ferocious and savage light suddenly flashed in Akalion's deep gray dragon eyes.

For some reason, he seemed to prefer the latter possibility to the former. Rather than harboring a group of potential "traitors" on his territory who might show their fangs at any moment, it was better to eliminate them all now—

Just as his dragon-like instincts, filled with destructiveness and possessiveness, mixed with paranoia, began to uncontrollably devise how to 'cook' this elven feast, he arrived at his destination.

The botanical garden in front of us is a main building constructed of huge glass made of mithril stitched together, and its area is large enough to easily accommodate several standard football fields.

This is not a multi-layered structure, but a vast single-layered space with a towering dome.

Directly above it, a huge, slowly rotating crystal sphere, like a miniature sun imprisoned there, radiates pleasant light and heat downwards.

The glass dome on the left side of the sphere can slide open to reveal a large platform large enough to accommodate three Akalion rolling around freely. This seems to be the venue used by elven mages in the past to guide the light of the sky and cast large-scale nature spells.

At this moment, a petite female elven knight stood alone in the center of the platform.

The Tower of Mystic Light had already informed all its resurrected subjects of the fact that Ansersheen's new lord was a dragon, along with his exact appearance. The council secretary, Isriel, had also informed her in advance of the lord's impending arrival.

However, even without any prior notice, the sound of a giant dragon roaring through the sky was enough for her to clearly understand who it was.

Where is Sir Alec?

Akalion landed steadily on the platform, the wind generated by his massive body causing the female knight's long black hair to flutter wildly.

He looked at the female elf in front of him, whose name clearly did not match that of a male elf named 'Elevyn', and asked a puzzled question.

Could it be... that at this very moment, they are preparing to launch a surprise attack to assassinate him, the newly appointed lord?

This is a conspiracy!?

Upon this thought, the energy within him surged instantly, and his body, covered in hard scales, tensed up, ready to swallow the seemingly harmless elf whole at any moment, and then unleash a destructive dragon breath on the hidden ambush troops below.

"Reporting to the lord, I am Alec Moonsong."

"?"

Akalion's poised and ready-to-attack stance paused slightly. He carefully, inch by inch, re-examined the elf before him.

He confirmed once again that there was no problem with his dragon eyes.

The person in front of me was indeed a woman.

This gentleman, who called himself "Elravon," had long, flowing black hair as black as the night sky, meticulously tied back with a purple ribbon adorned with sapphires. His deep blue eyes resembled captivating stars in the night.

Her body was encased in a perfectly fitted set of silver armor, but even this sturdy armor could not conceal the still-developing, slightly immature features beneath Akalion's dragon eyes.

From any perspective, she is a legitimate elf loli who still has some childishness.

But clearly, the name 'Elevyn' is a perfectly standard name for a male elf, both in his incomplete dragon heritage and in the fantasy stories he encountered in his previous life.

"Reporting to the Lord!" Seemingly sensing the confusion in Akalion's dragon eyes, she spoke first, her voice clear yet carrying a composure beyond her years, "'Areven' is my father's name. I have sworn to his soul to live well in this world in his place, until natural aging or an unavoidable death takes me away."

She gave Akalion a standard knightly salute, her expression solemn, showing no fear whatsoever despite sensing the dragon's—especially the predatory aura of a green dragon.

"...That's strange. Why aren't you afraid of me?" Akalion scratched his hard head with the tip of his giant sword-like tail. "Isriel is quite afraid of me."

He could clearly sense that the purple-haired secretary's soul was constantly in a state of extreme fear—fearing both this hard-won life and the possibility of death coming again at any moment.

But the root of her fear was more directed at him, the dragon; was it simply a fear of being eaten by him?

He did inadvertently show some appetite...

"..."

Faced with Akalion's question, Erangel remained silent, simply smiling as he looked at him, as if he felt it wasn't something worth saying, or perhaps...

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"You're thinking of letting me kill you?" Akalion asked, looking at Eleven's calm demeanor, uttering his almost intuitive judgment.

But Erwin maintained that enigmatic smile.

"Don't even think about it. I won't kill you, nor will I eat you." Akalion suddenly brought his ferocious and enormous dragon head close to her delicate face, his warm breath brushing against her cool skin.

"..."

Then, his long, scarlet tongue, covered in barbs, shot out like lightning, leaving a wet, rough mark on her smooth cheek.

"...!"

A crack finally appeared in Erevan's calm expression. A brief, almost imperceptible blush appeared on her cheeks. This subtle change, of course, did not escape Akalion's keen perception.

"My lord... please don't... ruin my purity."

Almost instinctively, she took a half-step back, her previously calm face now covered with frost. As she spoke those words with a cold expression, her mind involuntarily recalled the earnest teachings of her father and mother about purity and honor from her childhood—to be ravaged to death by a dragon is neither pure nor honorable.

"What if I insist on doing it that way?"

Akalion looked at the young knight who finally showed some bewilderment, and his wicked pleasure was somewhat satisfied. He took a deep breath, suppressing his mockery.

"Just a joke."

He slowly straightened up, creating some distance between himself and her, and his voice returned to its usual calm.

"I would never do such a pointless thing to you."

Akalion felt a strange sense of pleasure from the girl's reaction, a mixture of shame, anger, and panic. He wasn't sadistic... well, he was a little bit.

However, compared to Isriel's tornado-like despair and the almost 'suicidal' calm of the young female knight before him, this vivid and intense emotion made him feel more as if he were communicating with a living being.