Prime Minister? Hand of the Princess?
What the hell, such a position second only to one dragon and above ten thousand others, is that something a little wyrmling like me can hold?
For a moment, Xia'er had a faint, ominous premonition.
Could it be that this so-called Underwood Dynasty only had her, one young adult dragon?
If so, the future prospects were truly utterly screwed.
Just as Xia'er was somewhat dazed by the title 'Prime Minister' and a sense of foreboding about the true scale of the 'Underwood Dynasty' was spreading in her heart, a violent struggle suddenly erupted from beneath her feet.
"ROAR!"
Tyrone, pinned firmly against the rock by Xia'er's claws, let out a roar filled with humiliation and furious rage.
His crimson scales trembled as his robust wyrmling body twisted desperately, trying to throw off the emerald claw on his back.
"Vile Green Dragon! How dare you defile a noble Red Dragon with your filthy claws?! Get off! I'll tear your scales off one by one!"
Tyrone's voice was muffled from having his head pressed down, but the ferocity and disdain within it were undiminished.
He clearly could not accept being subdued like this by an inferior Green Dragon.
Xia'er snapped back to attention instantly. Feeling the resisting force from under her foot, she didn't relent. Instead, her eyes turned cold, and her dragon claw stomped down with even greater force!
Stronger power pressed down viciously on Tyrone's neck and the back of his head, almost shoving his face completely into the cold, rough crevices of the rock. His struggling movements halted abruptly, and he let out a pained grunt.
"Shut up, fool!"
Xia'er looked down, her cold vertical pupils gazing down at the disheveled Red Dragon under her claw, her voice carrying a thread of icy mockery. "Noble Red Dragon? Hah, open your eyes and look at your current state! Power is the true throne, not that mouth of yours that only spews arrogant nonsense!"
Having said that, Xia'er deliberately increased the pressure under her foot, making it difficult for Tyrone to even breathe, and scolded him, "A dragon's pride is not for stupidly flaunting in front of the weak! In the face of true strength, an existence powerful enough to dictate your life and death, a dragon with true survival wisdom should learn to lower that stupid, arrogant head of yours! Now, learn to obey, or continue tasting the rock!"
Regardless of what the situation with this 'Underwood Dynasty' really was, Xia'er had already made up her mind.
Hold tightly to Valentina's thigh and don't waver.
Develop first!
"Damn it!"
Tyrone's draconic eyes were filled with fury; he wished he could tear this Green Dragon before him to shreds.
But his strength did not permit him to do so.
Although Red Dragons had innate racial advantages, he was, after all, just newly hatched, barely able to walk steadily. How could he be a match for Xia'er, a Green Dragon who could already fly?
Tyrone's tail whipped violently against the ground, stirring up clouds of dust as he struggled fiercely.
However, Xia'er's claw, covered in emerald scales, was like an iron clamp, pressing steadily on Tyrone's vital spot. No matter how hard he struggled, he couldn't budge it an inch.
Finally, that brute force of resistance drained away. A choked, cut-off whimper escaped Tyrone's throat, and his tense body went slack in defeat.
"Enough!"
Tyrone's voice was hoarse, laced with unconcealable frustration, coming out muffled, "Let me go! I acknowledge your strength, alright?! I will... obey Princess Valentina for now!"
Every word seemed squeezed out from between clenched teeth, full of reluctance and grinding resentment.
Feeling the Red Dragon under her claw had completely given up resistance, Xia'er slowly shifted her powerful claw away. But her vigilant draconic pupils remained fixed on Tyrone, wary of any sudden movement from him.
The Blue Dragon Valentina watched all this from the side with satisfaction, giving a slight nod.
So the Red Dragon is just this much after all.
Seems inferior to the little Green Dragon.
Tyrone was furious and seething, his face contorted with rage. He was just about to go gnaw on the boar meat Valentina had tossed over earlier when he discovered Xia'er had already shamelessly taken the spot by the boar meat and was devouring it heartily.
Seeing this, Tyrone flew into a rage, but remembering he couldn't beat Xia'er right now, he could only take a deep breath and go pick up eggshells to eat instead.
'Deceitful Green Dragon, just you wait! Once I grow up, I'll definitely trample you and that Blue Dragon under my feet!'
Tyrone thought viciously.
Xia'er, however, had no such concerns, eating the meat in large bites.
Meat is never too much.
Only by eating your fill can you grow.
As for the Red Dragon's hatred? Let him deal with it when he grows up. With his intelligence and brains, in this environment, who knows if he'll even live to the young adult dragon stage.
What on earth was passed down in this Red Dragon's Dragon Inheritance?
Were his ancestors this arrogant and unreliable?
Xia'er pondered silently. The bloodline inheritance, the Dragon Inheritance, differed among the Chromatic Dragons. It contained knowledge and insights carefully selected by generations of draconic kin, including experiences like survival skills, spellcasting, and combat survival. Therefore, a wyrmling, upon hatching, needed only a few seconds to master language and possess independent thought.
But Dragon Inheritance was limited by bloodline.
And if Chromatic Dragons weren't of the same surname, not from the same family, the inheritance they received was different.
However, no matter what kind of inheritance this Red Dragon named Tyrone received, it had nothing to do with her.
Stupid and foolish, she should be able to find more opportunities to teach him a lesson later and snatch some meat.
As Xia'er was thinking this, a line of tadpole-like small characters suddenly flashed before her eyes.
[First victory over Red Dragon 'Tyrone Killian Fitzwilliam' obtained. Reward: 'Fire Resistance' EXP +1, 'Magic Affinity' EXP +1, 'Strength' EXP +1.]
"Huh?"
Xia'er, who was eating meat, couldn't help but be startled.
There's such a thing?
The Evolution Game really gives evolution?
Thinking of this, Xia'er's eyes couldn't help but grow fervent. She even stopped eating the meat, raising her head to look at the Red Dragon Tyrone.
The Red Dragon Tyrone, who was gnawing on eggshells, sensed Xia'er's fervent gaze. Immediately refusing to back down, he put down the eggshell and glared back at Xia'er just as fiercely!
I've already submitted, and you're still looking?!
This Green Dragon is going too far. I can't let the Red Dragons lose face!
At that moment, Xia'er opened her mouth and said, "What are you looking at?"
"Looking at you, so what?!"
Tyrone instinctively retorted.
"Try looking again?"
"Try, so try!"
"..."
Half an hour later.
[Victory over Red Dragon 'Tyrone Killian Fitzwilliam' obtained. Reward: 'Fire Resistance' EXP +1.]
Xia'er, with her foot on Tyrone, stared at the game panel before her, falling into thought.
There's still a reward.
Then doesn't that mean...
Xia'er looked at the disheveled Tyrone, her eyes lighting up.
She seemed to have found a quick way to grind attributes.
"Damned Green Dragon!"
Tyrone gritted his draconic teeth, fury having completely ignited this newborn Red Dragon.
But...
Weakness is the original sin!
The strong must ruthlessly humiliate the weak!
Seeing that Xia'er could handle everything and stabilize the situation, Valentina immediately swished her dragon tail, extremely satisfied. "Very good."
"Xia'er, I leave this place to you."
Having said that, Valentina beat her wings and soared into the air, speeding towards a nearby mountain peak.
There stood a stone 'palace'.
Calling it a palace was being generous; it looked more like the large courtyard of some country squire. On the mountain peak, many kobolds were laboring.
That was Valentina's palace, a place to store treasure.
Valentina wasn't good at taking care of wyrmlings to begin with. Now that she had Xia'er, being a hands-off boss seemed just fine.
After returning to her palace, Valentina lay contentedly on a pile of glowing small ores, thinking happily to herself, "Excellent, a resourceful Green Dragon, Xia'er, and a Red Dragon, Tyrone, to charge into battle. It seems my True Dragon Empire is about to begin!"