"Who—who are you?" Anglistra was truly stunned.
It wasn't her fault for not recognizing Leon. The ferocious Three Heads and Six Arms Red Dragon inexplicably carried a sacred aura, a disposition that only gods or the Great Demon could exude.
"Where's my son?" she continued asking.
"Right in front of you." Leon's appearance wasn't the only thing that had utterly transformed; even his voice had changed—from a young man's gentle tone to the rumbling thunder of a horrifying monster.
"You—you... how could it be just a few decades?" Anglistra stammered. "Why do you have three heads and six arms?"
"Take a guess why." Leon chuckled faintly. He didn't want anyone assuming he had anything to do with Tiamat or the Marilith. Last time, it was the Ancient Jade Dragon that mistook him for the Ruby Dragon—who knows what might happen next? "Just a simple Transformation Magic, really."
