Chapter 156: Xiao Guang

My name is Xiao Guang.

This name was personally given to me by my master, Miss Vilyric, and it’s a symbol I take great pride in.

My master isn’t very good at naming things; the names I’ve heard are basically disastrous, like “Little Gray,” “Ah Wang,” or “Mei Mei.” So, I really like the name “Xiao Guang,” which is full of meaning. It represents my master’s regard for me, standing leagues apart from those other names.

I should mention, I’m a noble giant dragon, a holy crystal dragon that embodies the bloodlines of both the Holy White Dragon and the Diamond Crystal Dragon.

Dragons are undoubtedly the finest race in the world. Aside from my master, I can’t think of any other creature that could surpass us on a species level.

As a rare dragon with two different bloodlines, I possess powers much stronger than an ordinary high-tier giant dragon. That’s my capital. Over the past few hundred years, I’ve changed retainers time and again, yet I’ve always firmly held the foremost position. I believe that speaks volumes.

I’m strong—this isn’t bragging or arrogance; it’s merely stating an obvious fact.

Except for my master and a select few others, I’m confident I can defeat most other creatures on my own. The only thing that truly frightens me is the thought of my master’s disappointment and abandonment.

I cannot be without my master.

From a long, long time ago—back when I was still a dragon egg—I’ve been by my master’s side.

My master hatched me, and at that time, I didn’t have the strength I do now. I was weak beyond imagination in both size and power, and it was my master who nurtured me, taught me how to fight, fed me delicious food, shared the essence of strength drawn from powerful foes, and helped me grow quickly.

I really love my master. As long as I’m with her, I feel genuinely relaxed and happy. No matter how challenging the predicament or how fearsome the enemy, I never feel a trace of fear or dread.

When I was little, I was often held by my master, watching her smile while she gently stroked my head, feeling the warmth of her body. My master’s aura was so pure, like a warm light shining upon me, naturally making me relax.

As I grew up, I became my master’s battle pet and mount; it’s an incredibly honorable position, and it’s what my master raised me for. It’s great because it allows me to follow my master closely without any guilt.

What I love most is soaring freely through the sky while carrying her. If we could find a few strong foes for an intense battle, that would be just perfect.

Of course, most of the time, my actions alone are sufficient. My master doesn’t participate in battles lightly because she is the noblest existence in the world. This is not simply a judgment based on appearance, strength, or status; it’s just that being Vilyric makes her incomparable to anyone else.

Even those few foes I find a bit tricky treat my master with warm smiles and politeness, fearing even the slightest neglect, so I think this shouldn’t be a point of contention.

Then, by chance, my master and I came to this new world.

How should I put it? It felt like a heavy frosted glass was suddenly removed, and everything before me became inexplicably clear. I don’t quite understand what happened, but it feels pretty good.

It seems my master isn’t quite sure why we ended up here either, so she took me on a journey through this new world.

A lot of things happened afterward; beings in this world seem weaker than those in the original one. It’s a little dull, but honestly, I don’t mind. The key point is that I can stay by my master’s side.

Because suddenly one day, I fearfully thought of a possibility—if my master crossed over without bringing me, severing the bond of our pet contract, what kind of unease and despair would I face left behind in the original world?

I can hardly imagine such a scenario; I would definitely go mad.

It’s so strange; I shouldn’t be having these absurd associations. Is it the different laws of the world influencing me?

Either way, upon realizing this, I decided that no matter what, I must not let my master feel bored or disappointed in me.

First and foremost, I must absolutely follow my master’s orders and uphold her noble dignity, obliterating any ants that try to intrude. But after a while, I noticed that my master doesn’t seem to like it when I do this.

It’s hard to understand. I’m clearly thinking only of my master’s well-being. Why does she often express a look of distress mixed with helplessness? Am I being too proactive?

But my master can’t be wrong, so I can only try to find the issue within myself. I learned to endure and to mimic her attitude when interacting with those ant-like beings, establishing basic relationships with the new retainers that my master has been gathering in this world.

Although they often annoy me when they get close to my master, they belong to her, so I can’t act against them. When necessary, I must protect their safety to a certain extent.

Meanwhile, I also started trying to speak in a less formal way—like the friends my master once had—because when she interacts with them, she seems genuinely happy.

Success! My thoughts were correct.

My master seems very pleased with this change and often praises me for it. I’m really very happy; it makes me feel like my master is genuinely paying attention to me.

Later on, out of the blue, a silly bird named Snow Wing emerged from the long-silent pet space after the crossover.

She really is a silly bird; she can’t even speak! For a long time, I couldn’t figure out what her various antics meant. If I hadn’t sensed her bond with my master, I would’ve turned this illegal intruder into roast chicken the moment I met her.

Hmph, how embarrassing for my master!

I had no choice; to spare my master the hassle, I had to take on the responsibility of training this silly bird. Just like my master did for me, I had to teach her how to fight, how to express her thoughts, and of course, the most important thing—help this silly bird understand that I am the number one pet and mount of my master.

As for what happened later? Forget it; let’s not go there. At least Snow Wing hasn’t made such a fool of herself as to bring disgrace to my master, so I can somewhat acknowledge her status as the second pet.

Right now, we are staying temporarily in a valley built by a pack of little wolves in a country called the Mountains of Ten Thousand Demons.

There’s a problem here; the magic in the earth vein has become quite chaotic due to some disturbance, and the weather has turned awful. My master seems to have noticed something and hurriedly left with her two new servants, heading to a place that seems to be called Spirit Butterfly Peak.

None of this matters as much; the crucial point is, my master actually didn’t take me with her!!!

Damn it! Did I do something wrong lately that made my master angry?!