The Dragon Lord System
DLS - 165

The young dragon actually wants to live his own life as a wandering adult dragon, leaving behind his father's herd group.

However, Grandor disagrees with her wishes, fearing the loss of her child.

Although the boy often challenged Grandor's authority, his father remained anxious for his son's safety, especially in a world increasingly difficult for the endangered dragon race.

When the young dragon landed violently, he threw out his spit almost on Calliga, then in a rude and upset tone, he questioned Calliga's whereabouts and insulted Grandor, his father, and his father, who seemed to kneel before Calliga and called out to all of them.

"Oi! Old man! Who is this little lizardman? And why are you all kneeling foolishly? Why are you interrupting my deep sleep, damn it!" the dragon boy shouted to Grandor and Calliga in an arrogant tone.

The atmosphere at that time became extremely tense, as everyone present did not know how Calliga and Grandor would respond to the brash attitude of this dragon child.

"FOUNDER STUPID KID! ACT POLITELY! YOU ARE NOW IN FRONT OF THE GREAT!" Grandor shouted furiously at his extremely brash son, while pointing towards Calliga who was dragonoid like a lizardman.

However, the young dragon only replied with a cynical attitude, pointing at Calliga, "Are you blind and joking, old man? You call this little lizardman the great, like a god? Really joke!"

Not stopping there, Grandor's son even threw his saliva at Calliga, causing their god, Calliga, to be exposed to a splash of disgusted saliva.

Grandor and Rodnar, who were beside him, could only fall silent and feel helpless.

His son's brazen attitude towards his god left them dumbfounded, and just then the tense atmosphere grew more and more intense.

It was as if these beings had forgotten how dangerous such an arbitrary attitude was to the figure they considered to be their god, their Creator, Calliga.

Grandor quickly knelt down and kowtowed before Calliga as an apology for her son's bad behavior, "My God! Please forgive the sins of your servant's son!" grandor said filled with fear, his body trembling.

Meanwhile, the brooding Calliga awoke from her daydream when she felt the water drenching her body.

He was struck with a very unpleasant smell, "Huh?! What water is this!! it stinks so! It's disgusting!" muttered Calliga who felt her body was soaked and polluted with the saliva of Grandor's brash son.

He turned his head towards Grandor, looking now at a large dragon he had just met.

With the help of her sharp senses, Calliga knew that this disgusting saliva came from the dragon she saw now.

"Did he want to die?" calliga said with great regret.

The actions of Grandor's extremely brazen son not only tainted their God, but also disrupted his own safety.

Sebas, who saw the dragon's behavior, was filled with anger.

His breathing was irregular, and his eyes flashed with hatred. He was ready to kill the dragon with his bluffing glare.

The dragon who had behaved so impolitely by throwing disgusting saliva that hit his Dragonoid father, Calliga.

"I'LL KILL HIM!" muttered Sebas lustfully killing. He's getting ready to move.

However, Calliga's right hand beckoned Sebas to stop and not attack Grandor's brash son.

"But father, this lowly creature has committed a great sin to father! I have to kill him, Dad! Nah! Death was too fast for him!" Sebas defends his father, Calliga, passionately.

Sebas insists on defending his actions to kill the dragon who had been insolent to his father.

However, on the other hand, Ragnar, the brash grandor's son, responded in a condescending tone, "Low-beings, are you saying? Do you want to die, little boy?" The harsh words were thrown at Sebas, who in the form of a dragon was much smaller in size than Ragnar who was almost the size of his father.

Ragnar continued to humble Sebas with bitter words.

"You call him dad? That strange lizardmen figure? You're really weird! As a dragon, you should be ashamed to have such a lowly lizard as your parents! Too bad you were born from a humiliating crossbreed between a lowly lizard, a lizardmen, and our superior race! Your presence is only a disgrace to our race!"

In a tense atmosphere, Sebas felt increasingly angry and humiliated by Ragnar's harsh words that belittled Calliga.

Sebas, unable to hold back his anger, trembled and filled with hatred at the ridicule of Ragnar who belittled his father who was referred to as the unclean lizardmen.

His eyes glared sharply, fiery wanting to kill Ragnar who dared to insult the person who had become the figure of his father.

However, Sebas's control is restrained by a strong order from his father, Calliga, which forbids him from doing anything. Despite his fiery heart, Sebas bowed to his father's request.

Meanwhile, Calliga calmly responded to Ragnar's taunts.

"Do you want to taste death, you brash young man?" he asked with a cynical and casual laugh, ignoring ragnar's taunts and the saliva thrown at him.

Ragnar, as he was about to continue his ridicule, came to a sudden halt as Calliga activated his death skill, "[Death]".

In an instant, Ragnar's heart shattered and his giant body fell to the ground, lifeless.

Plakk!

Duars!

Calliga's decisive action leaves Ragnar dead quickly, showing his terrifying power and the ruler.

"NO! MY CHILD! WHAT HAPPENED TO HIM! WHAT DID YOU DO TO HIM, LOWLY LIZARDMEN!" shouted the female dragon, Grandor's wife, who suddenly rose from her prostrate position to Calliga, those who had previously been ordered by her husband to prostrate.

"Death, certainly. And have you never taught this boy any manners?" calliga said with his flat expression, pointing at Ragnar's cold body.

Grandor's wife could only look at Calliga with eyes full of disbelief.

In his eyes, Calliga was completely motionless and did not attack. How could his son be killed in an instant at the hands of a strange lizardmen?

With a pounding heart, Grandor's wife moved closer to her son's lying body.

He checked his heartbeat and breathing, but sadly, he realized that his son was dead. No heartbeat, no breathing. His son is really dead.