The dragonling was about to hatch.
Tibilia felt a jolt of energy.
Although, as a chromatic dragon accustomed to solitude, she didn't particularly care about the legacy of dragons.
Still, delivering the Dragon Egg and ensuring the dragonling's birth was a task given to her by the old folks on Dragon Island. Even though she didn't care much for the task, she couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief as it neared completion.
Oh, no...
It wasn't completed yet.
It seemed she'd still need to select partners for these dragonlings from among the elves.
Thinking of this, Tibilia suddenly stood up.
Her gaze swept across the elves who were gathering in the plaza, drawn by the Dragon Egg's movements, and a trace of disdain flashed in her eyes.
*Honestly, it's not like she was deliberately looking down on them.*
*But these elves were truly too weak.*
*Not only weak but also chaotic, and not only chaotic, but they lacked any sense of pride...*
