What drew even more attention was that pair of strange heterochromatic eyes.
That's right; after this slumber, Jona Velli's transformed state now had heterochromatic eyes—one Obsidian Gold and one Crystal Blue.
These heterochromatic eyes were also dotted with starlight, a direct result of devouring a large amount of star silver ore.
Her appearance was sacred and profound; looking into her eyes felt as if one would sink into them.
It also made Jona Velli look even more majestic and terrifying.
Meanwhile, Friel had also transformed into a red-haired mature woman, her height already exceeding 171 cm, standing particularly conspicuously beside Jona Velli.
Jona Velli looked at Friel's height and then at herself, her expression instantly collapsing.
However, her gaze was soon fixed on Friel's D-cup 'bombs,' and she swallowed hard.
Friel also noticed Jona Velli's highly aggressive and greedy gaze.
She couldn't help but feel a bit smug in her heart.
This fellow Jona Velli really does like these useless things, but since they're on my body, doesn't her liking them mean she likes me in a roundabout way? Ehehe~
On the surface, however, Friel wore an expression of disgust.
"Eww—how gross. What are you looking at? Don't you have your own?"
Jona Velli awkwardly averted her gaze and scratched her head, her cowlick swaying as she muttered.
"You've got a point, you've really got a point..."
Jona Velli glanced at Friel's 'bombs' and then at her own B+ cup; at this size, it felt like a single handful was already enough.
It wasn't exactly bad, Jona Velli just wondered why her dragon form was so massive while her human form was so small.
What was with this intense feeling of being unwilling to accept it?
Soon, an even more upsetting scene appeared for Jona Velli: Gris transformed directly into a cold-faced, 1.85-meter-tall handsome man.
His eyes carried a natural, world-weary laziness.
Seeing this, Jona Velli's eyes sparkled, and her cowlick swayed so fast it left afterimages.
She excitedly jumped in front of Gris, speaking incoherently.
"Waaaah! This is exactly what I wanted! This is it! So handsome, holy crap! I can feel the solid muscle even through the clothes."
Seeing Jona Velli like this, Friel glared fiercely at Gris, staring him down.
Gris felt a chill under her gaze, but he was mostly just confused.
—What did I do now? Is it a crime to transform?
Jona Velli then wilted again, her cowlick drooping on her head, losing its vitality.
Jona Velli's gaze was complex, filled with doubt.
Gris looked down at Jona Velli and felt an urge to speak his mind.
Dragons almost always have a personality of acting on their thoughts, and Gris was no exception. Finally, he effectively signed his own death warrant.
"Older Sister, why are you still so short?"
Silence—
Gris could clearly feel the surrounding temperature drop.
He realized almost instantly what he had just said. He hurriedly raised his hands, his pupils trembling, and spoke in a rush.
"No! Older Sister, I... it was a slip of the tongue..."
But Jona Velli had already raised her head, her Obsidian Gold eyes staring death at Gris, a terrifying aura radiating from her.
"You, say that again if you have the guts?"
Her heterochromatic eyes burst with killing intent. The 1.85-meter Gris was completely intimidated by the 1.5-meter loli, and his hands actually began to shake.
Although the scene looked hilarious no matter how you sliced it, Gris, who was right in the middle of it, didn't think so.
Because he was really going to suffer!
Gulp—
"Ol... Older Sister, if I say it again... can you not hit me? Hehe~"
Gris looked cowardly, meeting Jona Velli's expressionless gaze.
"What do you think?"
"I think a beautiful and kind-hearted dragon like you wouldn't use crude methods like violence. You should be more elegant and gentle. What... what do you think?"
Gris forced a strained smile. Seeing this, Jona Velli's lips curled slightly.
"Good idea."
"Really! Older Sister, you..."
Gris was overjoyed, but in the next second, a fist aimed straight at his face made him stop laughing.
Duang!—
Jona Velli smashed a fist onto the top of Gris's head, planting him head-first into the ground on the spot.
Gris was knocked unconscious by the punch, his arms and legs dangling limply outside.
Jona Velli dusted off her hands and gave a cold snort.
"Hmph! Too much talk."
However, this scene that made the Dependents tense up looked adorable to Friel no matter how she looked at it.
Her heart felt like it was about to be melted by Jona Velli, you know?
But she quickly shook her head, trying to stay clear-headed, thinking to herself.
'As expected of you. Such methods, to be able to make me like this without me even realizing...'
Jona Velli waved at this moment, signaling the leaders of the Dependents to come closer.
"Greetings, Master/My Lord."
The Dependents came before the Three Dragons and bowed. Jona Velli condensed ice crystal stools for herself and Friel and sat down.
Friel felt the cold air radiating out and, after a moment's hesitation, ignored the stool behind her.
"Since everyone is here, I'll start talking about the next plan."
Hearing the words 'everyone is here,' the Dependents subconsciously looked at Gris, who was planted in the ground.
—Well, the dragon is here, so everyone is indeed present.
The Dependents also had doubts, not understanding why their master didn't ask about troop development and other issues.
But soon, their eyes lit up, and they couldn't help but admire Jona Velli in their hearts.
'As expected of the Great Master, she knows everything!'
Jona Velli didn't know what the Dependents were thinking; if she did, she would definitely give them a thumbs up for their wild imaginations.
Jona Velli used her magic to condense a map of the Jesup Continent and began to slowly explain her plan.
"Originally, I planned to head north immediately after waking up and take action against the Whit Kingdom, slowly encroaching upon and annexing them.
But now, the plan has changed. Stop the Northern Expedition; I will sweep through the Demon Country with the force of a thunderbolt.
As for the tactics, I will crush them head-on. There is one rule you must follow: every living being in the Demon Country must be exterminated, leaving none alive."
Jona Velli's eyes were cold. She was no kind-hearted soul; to put it bluntly, her essence was still that of a Chromatic Dragon, an evil dragon.
Vindictiveness and cruelty were etched into her genes; although they weren't usually apparent, it didn't mean she wouldn't act on them.
Hearing Jona Velli's words, all the Dependents were stunned, looking at each other in disbelief.
You see, with a total massacre, even if the Demon Country were conquered, there wouldn't be much benefit.
Only the territory would expand and resources increase, but correspondingly, the labor force would definitely be drastically reduced, which might be detrimental to development.
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