Tibilia opened her mouth, unsure of what to say.
It seemed he thought of something, as Mairrel's expression suddenly softened,
"Of course, although they have a strong sense of practicality, they can still become friends... real friends."
After speaking, he looked down at the forest again and chuckled,
"Hmm... it seems the little ones have chosen their targets, tsk tsk... there's going to be competition."
Hearing Mairrel's words, Tibilia also looked down.
Five young dragons were gathered together, and surprisingly, they started to fight.
*Why are they fighting?*
Tibilia was bewildered.
However, she quickly understood the reason for their scuffle.
They had all left their mark on the same Elf Chosen One, a black-haired male elf with a terrifyingly intense aura, and the highest level that Tibilia had seen.
These young dragons were fighting over who could become the contract partner of this Elf Chosen One.
Tibilia: ...
This scene was unexpected, yet somehow it made sense.
