Chapter 457: Mixed Reactions!

Loren silently raised his left hand again.

"Thump!"

The little one's eyes were already welling up with tears again.

Oh no, Big Brother seems really angry!

I could even feel how much that hurt!

......

"I was wrong, Big Brother! Your physical strength is the best!!"

Little Ayla stretched out her little hands to cover her own head, speaking pitifully.

"Thump!"

Another knock rang out!

Loren put down his left hand that had just delivered the critical hit to Little Ayla, and explained with utmost seriousness:

"Friendship relationships don't require considering physical strength."

"Also, little one, the Interstellar Hunter Forum isn't meant to be used that way..."

After hearing Loren's words, Little Ayla, who was covering her head and about to cry, weakly murmured a question:

"Then how is it supposed to be used?"

"Unserious people often let slip some serious information." Loren gazed sternly at the adorable little one before him.

"But in that process, you need to learn to discern the truth for yourself."

"Like this..." Little Ayla nodded, still somewhat dazed and confused.

Beside them, Miss Silver Dragon watched this amusing scene, tilting her head slightly as she speculated inwardly:

Was that just my imagination?

Mr. Loren seems to have a certain unique gentleness toward young human children...

Is this phenomenon caused by a childhood spent growing up in the slums?

......

Just as Miss Silver Dragon was silently analyzing Loren's behavioral logic, the Moderates standing at the gathering point's entrance walked over.

They feared that if they stayed any longer, Little Ayla might blurt out something even more outrageous.

At that point, in front of this God's Favored One from the Radicals, the reputation of the Moderates would be utterly ruined.

After all, Little Ayla had been sent to the Moderates by this Radicals' God's Favored One, and he had once been her temporary guardian.

Yet after spending just two months with the Moderates, she had turned out like this...

Although most of the blame fell on that Interstellar Hunter Forum, the Moderates could hardly shirk their responsibility either.

A young God's Favored One deserved complete guidance and protection.

This was the responsibility of us Moderate Druids.

Solon Linton, followed by the Moderate Druids behind him, walked over to the towering oak tree and performed a unique Nature Sect greeting ritual toward Miss Silver Dragon and Loren.

Everyone crossed their hands over their chests and nodded toward the distant visitors, Miss Silver Dragon and Loren.

"Good day, Lady Silver Dragon and Grand Druid Loren. Welcome to you both."

Seeing this, Loren temporarily paused his educational session with Little Ayla.

He stood up, similarly crossing his hands over his chest, and returned the greeting ritual with remarkable ease.

"Good day, Druids of the... Moderates."

After smoothly returning the greeting, Loren suddenly realized something.

When you've pretended to be an identity for too long, some behaviors become second nature.

Damn it, I've really become part of the Nature Sect!

Just as Loren was silently grumbling to himself, Miss Silver Dragon, breaking from her usual frivolous demeanor, had uncharacteristically turned serious.

With a solemn expression, Miss Silver Dragon voluntarily dispelled the shapeshifting spell cast upon herself.

In a flickering shimmer of silver light, she revealed her true dragon form.

Due to space constraints, she controlled her manifested dragon form to about two meters in size.

An exquisitely miniature Ancient Silver Dragon, crowned with regal horn-like antlers and exuding an awe-inspiring presence, now appeared before everyone.

In her dragon form, Miss Silver Dragon's expression was calm and dignified as she returned an extremely special Dragon race greeting ritual to the assembled Moderate Druids.

She folded her wings behind her, and the dragon head adorned with crown-like horns slowly and solemnly nodded three times toward the Moderate Druids.

"I, in the name of the great Silver Winged Calamity and Dragon race sage Jessistan, express my sincerest respect and gratitude to you."

"Thank you to the Druids of the Nature Sect's Moderates for your aid to the Dragon race throughout the endless ages."

"Your kindness has saved countless young dragons who had reached a dead end."

"The Moderates of the Nature Sect will forever be friends of the Dragon race."

"I swear by the pride of the Dragon race that no matter how time flows, this friendship will never fade."

"It shall be engraved by me into the Dragon race's inherited memories."

As these solemn and dignified words fell, everyone present was stunned for a moment.

The implications contained within this speech of gratitude were astonishing.

This silver dragon... can represent the entire Dragon race??? That was what the Moderate Druids were thinking.

Miss Jessistan, what are you doing??? That was what Loren was thinking.

Pretty big sister is so cool! I wanna ride her!! That was what Little Ayla was thinking.

While everyone was still shocked by Miss Silver Dragon's declaration.

At that moment.

From the clear and bright sky above, a clump of pure white moonlight inexplicably descended.

The silvery radiance of the moon should not have appeared during the day.

This defied all logic.

And in the Star Realm, only the Gods could accomplish things that defied logic.

Under everyone's stunned gaze, the moonbeam that had materialized out of thin air slowly transformed into a single sentence:

"The Dragon race's friendship has been received by the Nature Sect. - Moonlight"

These pristine white words simply floated there before everyone's eyes.

Although none of them recognized the characters composing this sentence, everyone who saw it understood its meaning with perfect clarity.

There was no misinterpretation, no ambiguity.

A holy and sublime aura soothed the hearts of all present.

A feeling of "peace" arose in everyone's hearts.

Sensations of "tranquility," "ease," and "serenity" swept over the many Moderate Druids without them even noticing.

......

The silvery moonlight dispersed.

Everyone present reacted differently.

Loren felt calm mixed with a hint of confusion.

Was that Divine Oracle, which seemed unrelated to me, trying to convey something to me?

Trying to subtly tell me not to fear the two of you...

As for Little Ayla, who was holding Loren's big hand, her expression was one of pure curiosity.

Was that the Moonlight Goddess just now? Why does she seem much more formal than when she appeared in my dreams...

Miss Silver Dragon's reaction, however, was the most thought-provoking.

A complex expression appeared on her draconic face—one of relief and release, yet tinged with a hint of concern.

Moonlight... actually responded...

Ancestors of the Dragon race...

Was my decision the right one?

Please guide me secretly when the time is critical...

I'm still just a dragon baby... I've only lived a long time.

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