But if it were Old Ancestor Christoph himself, especially against those long-ears who had locked him in the Gloomy Region for thirty-two years, he would probably slaughter a city without a second thought. Of course, I don't need him to go that far, David considered.
Moreover, if Christoph were to return to Barto Hell, he would certainly pass through the Old Continent of Skanis. By then, I could easily leverage his gratitude to make that old fellow deal with those Blue Dragons in the Kutaro Desert for me. It would be a mere flick of the claw for him.
This wasn't just killing two birds with one stone; it was more like everything was coming up roses!
The thought alone filled me with immense satisfaction.
Greed
David pondered, As for my plan... will following it step-by-step delay that old fellow's report to Toriel?
Other dragons might still be completely unaware, blindly following orders from above. But as the vanguard of the Dragon Queen's strategic mission, David was well aware of one crucial fact: There were still a full twelve years left until The Slaying King Star arrived over Toriel's principal material plane. The Chromatic Dragons wouldn't launch their counterattack on Toriel until that moment.
There's still plenty of time, he thought.
Going to Toriel now would just mean sneaking in early and waiting.
As for why Ephelomon recalled Christoph early? That was then, this is now. Different circumstances, David reasoned.
Back then, it had been necessary to massacre the Drow and weaken their faith power. This was to slow the Spider Queen's advance to higher divinity, allowing the Chromatic Dragon Queen to seize the War Priesthood early.
So, I believe that during that period, countless dragons across the planes were doing the same thing as Christoph, David mused.
But now that this primary objective has been achieved, and the Spider Queen has become a higher deity as she wished, she's preparing her revenge against her 'heartless ex-husband' Corellon and the entire Elven Pantheon. So, what's the point of continuing to harass the Drow Elves now?
That would just be a sheer waste of our forces.
From the gods' perspective, Christoph's vendetta against the Drow is merely an insignificant move on their cosmic chessboard.
I wonder if that old fellow even realizes this, David mused, or if he's just pretending not to, simply to enjoy the thrill of the hunt.
Thinking about this, David couldn't help but feel glad once again that he wasn't an orphan like Christoph.
I have a good mother, at least.
Otherwise, heaven knows how that old hag Tiamat would be scheming to exploit me day in and day out.
Having sorted these thoughts, David let out a long sigh of relief and said to the kneeling Yolanda,
"Very well, but I need a batch of Phlegyan green steel—a thousand tons."
David was cashing in on the draconic connection right away.
He needed this material to commission a Tokamak Ring from his father, for his future 'uncontrollable nuclear fusion' experiments.
Yes, I want it to be less controllable! David affirmed internally. Something too controllable lacks real deterrence!
Yolanda couldn't help but take a deep breath at David's enormous demand. Then she heard David continue with a smile,
"Could you give me a cost price for it, 'old friend'? Of course, considering my current financial situation, I may need to pay in installments."
I can't press too hard all at once, David reminded himself. It wasn't easy to befriend the young lady of a wealthy dragon family; I have to remember the value of a long-term approach.
Yolanda, however, breathed a sigh of relief and replied to David with a bright smile,
"Of course."
After finalizing the deal with this Dragonkin Succubus heiress, David turned. Twisting his body, he led their line of dragons, pinching his nose as they approached the ultra-long-distance Teleportation Gate.
「The Continent of Elariya.」
And those damn Moon Elves of Eternal Gathering Island.
I, David Euthyphro... am finally back!