The image and bearing of Orange Sea Dream President were practically like Ten-Step Hall’s twin—equally dazzling and radiant, strikingly beautiful, but with an extra hint of wisdom, perhaps due to the glasses she wore.
But what use would glasses be for Longlong? It was hard to imagine a dragon being nearsighted; clearly, they were nothing but decoration.
Even their academy careers were nearly identical—appearing out of nowhere, sweeping aside all before them, establishing great undertakings with absolute strength and personal charm.
The only difference was, President Haime never encountered another “herself” on her path to success.
But Ten-Step Hall happened to run into a President Haime.
“Simon, please take a seat. I’m sorry, I have a few documents to finish. Please wait a moment.”
President Haime caught Ten-Step Hall’s fleeting smile and raised her hand, signaling her to sit and wait a while.
Now Ten-Step Hall found herself in a dilemma.
The round table was simply too large, with too many seats, triggering her indecisiveness.
Where exactly should she sit? Next to the President? Or just take the nearest seat? Or maybe just pick one at random?
In the end, she sat down at a random spot, which happened to be directly opposite President Haime.
The two were separated by the entire round table, sitting at the farthest possible distance.
President Haime’s pen paused for a moment but quickly resumed.
Meanwhile, the Scarface Maid standing guard at the door glared coldly, her eyes fierce as she stared daggers at Ten-Step Hall’s back, as if she longed to stab her then and there.
Ten-Step Hall could feel her killing intent. It seemed she’d chosen the wrong seat, but she didn’t care.
She wasn’t born to bow and yield to anyone—no matter what kind of dragon you are, you can’t make her lower her head.
In this world, even among the Dragon Tribe, there were many kinds.
That Steelback Dragon from before was just a mass-produced knock-off, called a dragon simply because it looked the part.
We are a race far above ordinary Demonic Beasts—truly extraordinary beings. To be precise, we should be called Ancient Dragons.
Both Crimson Dragons and Red Dragons belong to the Ancient Dragon lineage.
Red Dragons are the most common Ancient Dragons—Human legends are filled with nightmares of fire-breathing Red Dragons.
They’re the most versatile of the Ancient Dragons, and the most numerous.
There are probably around eight Red Dragons in existence, no more than ten.
Compared to the Crimson Dragon Clan, with only a mother and daughter, that really is a lot.
Time slipped by…
Soon enough, President Haime gave Ten-Step Hall a taste of her power—processing documents for a full hour.
Ten-Step Hall was nearly roasted from sitting so long.
The clash between the two dragons had already begun in silence.
It was said dragons repel each other—two dragons cannot share one mountain.
Even if they prided themselves on being rational dragons, the innate loathing for their own kind couldn’t be so easily erased; it was a prideful instinct.
“Sorry to keep you waiting, Ten-Step Hall.” Haime finally put down her pen, pushed the documents aside, her tone gentle.
But why speak in such a soft voice from so far away? It was rather irritating. And now she was using her name directly, not “Simon” anymore.
“President Haime, may I ask what you wanted with me?” Ten-Step Hall asked, her voice brimming with energy.
“You’ve done well recently, forcefully repelling the Martial Arts Club and securing a lot of resources for us,” Haime said with a smile. “You’ve made great contributions.”
“All thanks to the President’s support,” Ten-Step Hall replied.
“I heard you’ve also established a Tea Ceremony Society recently, and recruited a lot of elite members from the Martial Arts Club,” Haime continued.
“I wanted to imitate the Human Race’s adventurer teams—let magicians and warriors cooperate and produce combat power greater than the sum of their parts. We’ve already tested this idea during extracurricular hunts. I’ll submit a detailed written report to you later,” Ten-Step Hall explained.
“I strongly support your research—it’s excellent and creative,” Haime praised.
“Thank you for your recognition, President,” Ten-Step Hall said.
“However, there’s a problem, Simon.” Haime suddenly shifted her tone, smiling,
“After all, neither of us are close-combat magical beasts. Letting magical beasts like us lead a new club actually violates God and Demon Academy’s traditional rules.”
“There’s such a rule?” Ten-Step Hall asked, puzzled.
“That’s right. It would give the Martial Arts Club an excuse to go after us. They’d go behind our backs and complain to the Academy, which would make public opinion turn against us,” Haime said, dead serious.
Of course, all those so-called traditional rules were made up on the spot.
But as President of the Tea Party, her words were the rules.
“……” Ten-Step Hall fell silent.
“But I’ve already thought of a good solution for you,” Haime chuckled, beckoning to someone behind her.
The Scarface Maid by the door stepped over to President Haime’s side.
“Let me introduce—this is my confidante and bodyguard, Weima Ana Aru. Her true form is a close-combat magical beast, perfectly fitting the traditional rules. I plan to have her take over the Tea Ceremony Society,” President Haime rose and introduced her with a smile.
Yet in every word, there wasn’t a hint of seeking Ten-Step Hall’s opinion.
This was an order—not a discussion.
“Wonderful, truly wonderful, as expected of the President!” Ten-Step Hall rose and applauded in agreement.
“Say something nice too! You should go prepare for the handover,” President Haime clapped her hands.
“I’ll take my leave then,” Ten-Step Hall responded with a bright smile, nodded politely, and turned to leave.
But as soon as she turned away, her smile vanished completely, replaced by endless coldness.
This smiling mother dragon was clearly planning to swallow up the Tea Ceremony Society she had built from scratch, installing her own people to take over.
There was no way Ten-Step Hall would just sit and wait for doom. She was already preparing to gather her people and stage a rebellion, ready to challenge authority.
“Wait, Ten-Step Hall,” Haime called after her.
“What else, President?” Ten-Step Hall turned around, instantly restoring her radiant smile.
“Everyone outside says you’re a Red Dragon, but I know you’re not,” Haime said blandly.
This was a real warning—hinting that she was the true Red Dragon, the more “dragon” of the two, so Ten-Step Hall should know her place.
“I see,” Ten-Step Hall replied perfunctorily, her face full of a fake smile, then turned and left through the door.
As soon as she stepped out, she saw a faceless witch mentor leading a tall, mysterious transfer student in a hood toward the President.
Ten-Step Hall immediately caught the same foul stench as the Scarface Maid.
How should she put it…
That was the peculiar smell of a Half-Dragon Hybrid.
These were the despicable mixed-bloods with dragon blood, destined to be slaves to the mighty dragons for their entire lives.
As the most numerous Red Dragon Clan, naturally, they raised a whole batch of elite Dragon Servants.
“Bastard.”
Ten-Step Hall sneered contemptuously as she passed by them.
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