After Draco activated his skill, the air around him thrummed with energy, an intangible force that sent a ripple through the crowd.

  The aura ed around him like a cloak, enhang his presend emanating an intimidating power that made those around, subsciously take a step back.

  “I hope you’re ready to face the sequences of your as,” Draco warned, his voice low and steady.

  “You’ve chosen to challehe Bahamut familia, and now you’ll learn that we don’t take kindly to threats.”

  The crowd, sensing the shift in atmosphere, fell silent, eyes wide with anticipation.

  As Draco took a step forward, he increased the iy of his aura with each subsequent step toward the burly man, mixing it with bloodlust aing it spread as far as it could, avoiding only his familia members.

  Everyone level 3 and below within its area of effect were immediately caught in an illusion of drowning, falling to their knees, clutg their throats, and struggling to breathe.

  This meant that the majority of the onlookers, both guilty and i, were caught in the effects of his skill.

  This was Draco's iion; he was going to send a message that the Bahamut familia shouldn’t be messed with.

  At the very least, the message would weed out the small fries looking to cause trouble for them.

  His as were quite the bizarre sight for those watg outside its range of effect, some speg that he was using some kind of poison, prompting them to increase their distance from the se.

  Now standing face-to-face with the man who had instigated everything, Draoved the hood of his cloak, revealing his facial features: long ears, thick, powerful horns, red reptilian eyes, and a handsome face.

  Looking down at the man clutg his throat for air, Draco transformed one of his hands into a dragon cw, which was another shog sight.

  Squatting to the man’s level, Draco raised the man’s to his eye level and spoke.

  The man wao say something, but since he could hardly breathe, no intelligible words came out.

  Draco could see the fear and fusion in the man’s eyes; of course, he would be afraid and fused —the man simply couldn’t prehend what was happening to him right now.

  “Let this be the first and st time ahinks so little us. Do I make myself clear?” Draco warned, his voice rising and reverberating through the crowd.

  The man hastily nodded, silently pleading to be released from Draco’s spell, the full iy of which had been trated mostly on him.

  “Good, but not enough,” Drauttered.

  SNAP!!

  With a chilling force, he squeezed the man’s shoulder until he heard a subtle crabsp;

  The man’s shoulder was fractured—nothing overly serious for an adventurer, but enough to make his point.

  Draco couldn’t go too far; it would not only have a ive effe his familia's reputation but also set a bad example for his familia regarding the use of force.

  Satisfied with the oute, Draco released the effects of his spell, the sound of people panting immediately filling the air.

  Seeing this, Draediately looked around feigning surprise and shock.

  “Ah, I must apologize to the bystanders fetting caught in this. I got too heated up and couldn’t properly trol my abilities. I believe you all will uand, my familia was insulted. I hope you will all five me for this little mistake,” Draco said to the crowd, a bright smile on his face.

  Silenveloped the area, as many were still trying to prehend what had just happeo them.

  Various expressions appeared on the faces of those who looked at him now; some were in awe, filled with fear, anger, fusion, and a mix of other emotions.

  “Let’s go,” Draco said to his familia, leading them through the stunned crowd toward the dungeon.

  ………………………………..

  “Did you all see ahat?” a woman with jade-coloured hair and eyes asked her panions.

  “Yeah, so that’s the kid oddess was pining about all night,” a short, thick-bearded man replied, his hand bing his beards.

  After Denatus, Loki had gone on a drinking spree, pining about various things and causing trouble for her children.

  “Just what kind of skill did he use that could have su effect?” the woman asked.

  “I dunno, why not ask the boy,” the man replied.

  These two people were Riveria Ljos Alf and Gareth, executives of the Loki Familia.

  “Hmm, I don’t think that’s a good idea, at least in public. Don’t eople to think we’re trying to poach him, Loki did mention how troublesome the goddess, Bahamut is. However…….” Riveria words trailed, she had suddenly noticed that her sed panion was ag rather abnormally.

  “Wait, Ais, where are you going?” Riveria asked in .

  However, the little girl ignored her, suddenly drawing her sword and sprinting toward the dire that Drad his Familia had left.

  ……………………….

  Riveria, Gareth, and Ais had just exited the guild, returning to the Loki Familia home when they entered the bizarre se Draco had just created.

  Keeping their distahey had observed how everything unfolded.

  Ais was rather curious about the person in the cloak who had caused all this; he had a subtle aura that felt awfully familiar to her mother.

  However, that curiosity quickly ture when she subsciously came closer ahe effects of his skill.

  When Draco took off his hooded cloak, revealing his draic features—those detestable bck scales, his transformed hand turning into a cw, and the sinister draic aura he emanated—she was immediately reminded of the one-eyed bck dragon.

  Her rage immediately clouded her mind, and she subsciously drew her sword and began to chase him.

  Riveria and Gareth were rather shocked, but quickly regaiheir senses and immediately chased after Ais to stop her.

  They didn’t kly what was wrong, but Ais had only acted this way oher time: when she fought a bck wyvern that had spawned in the dungeon a few months ago.

  ………………………………….

  Drad his familia members had barely taken a few hueps when they heard a loud otion behind them.

  The sound of runni and urgent shouts made them turn just in time to see a blonde blur rag toward them, sword drawn and eyes bzing with fury.

  "Dragon!" the girl screamed, her voice a mix e and pain that felt far too intense for someone so young.

  Draco's eyes widened in surprise as he quickly reized her, but he regained his posure almost instantly.

  He swiftly turo face the ining attacker, that he was the target of her attack.

  Transf one hand into a dragon cw, he easily parried her bde, letting it slide harmlessly along his scales.

  With a quient, he grabbed her hand and smmed her to the ground with enough force that it should have khe wind out of her.

  “Gah!” Ais gasped as air rushed from her lungs, her senses beginning to fade. But she couldn’t give up—not now, not again.

  Draco held a clear advantage in power, so putting her down was retively easy.

  Yet Ais didn’t stay down for long; she sprang back to her feet almost as soon as he released her hand.

  This time, a strange wind swirled around her like a protective cloak.

  ‘Tsk, she should have stayed down. Just had to ruin our cool exit,’ Draco thought, frustration creeping in.

  He didn’t want the fight to escate.

  flict with the Loki familia wouldn’t be favourable for the Bahamut familia.

  Even if the Loki familia didn’t want flict, with so many withere was bound to be misuandings that would quickly circute through rumours.

  Draco doubted that Ais was alone, and hoped that her familia members wouldn’t jump to weird clusions and quickly stop her.