Witter took a glance at the little golden dragon named Auer.

On all fours, with curved horns that spiraled upward, not counting the tail, it was over a meter long, with a wingspan of about one meter and thirty centimeters.

Its front body was covered in golden scales, diamond-shaped with a metallic sheen, and the edges appeared quite sharp.

The dragon's tail was thick and long, like a whip.

From the inherited memories left to him by his father, Witter knew that the bipedal beings called humans used these measurements to gauge length. Witter found it convenient, so he unconsciously used the same method to measure the golden dragon.

Looking at himself, he saw similarities.

Also on all fours, with horns that curved backward in a spiral,

the size was comparable, only his wingspan was about one meter and sixty centimeters, and his body was more slender.

Additionally, his entire body was silver-white, with fan-shaped scales that also had a metallic sheen, and the edges were just as sharp.

Moreover, his tail was more slender.

Seeing this, Witter fell silent. To describe both him and Auer using the terms from his inherited memories, it would be: not exactly the same, but almost identical!

Although he didn't know what "hair" was, he understood that this phrase was used to describe two things as being very similar!

So...

"Am I truly a silver dragon?"

Seeing Witter's stricken expression, Wynterth offered comfort, "That's just the way it is!"

Hearing this, Witter became even more withdrawn.

Realizing her attempt at comfort had backfired, Wynterth quickly changed the subject. "So, your ancestral heritage really is problematic!"

......

Witter looked at Wynterth, speechless.

"Lady Wynterth, if you don't know how to speak properly, please don't say anything at all!" Upon hearing this, Wynterth felt a bit embarrassed, but then she looked at Witter suspiciously.

"Did you just insult me?"

Meeting the golden vertical pupils, Witter blinked.

"How could I? Why would I insult you without reason?"

Wynterth studied Witter, feeling that his words might not have been a compliment, but seeing his innocent expression, she eventually dismissed the thought.

"Although there's an issue with your ancestral heritage, the fact that we can communicate means that your unreliable parents at least didn't forget the most basic Dragontongue!"

Hearing this, Witter's curiosity was piqued once again.

"Why do you say that?"

"If we couldn't communicate, you might have been mistaken for a wyrm. By the way, without proper ancestral memories, you wouldn't know what a wyrm is, right?

How to put it?

Our world was born from the clash of power between the Creator Dragon Corvus and the Destroyer Dragon Ixith. Under the influence of these two forces, our Dragon Realm was formed!

That war ended with the Creator Dragon's victory, allowing the Dragon Realm to persist.

Before the Creator Dragon pursued Ixith, It left behind a drop of Its own blood. This drop of blood is the origin of our dragon race!

It eventually led to the formation of various dragon breeds!

However, don't forget, this world was shaped by the collision of two forces, naturally it also contains the power of the Destroyer Dragon Ixith.

This power lurks deep within the bloodline of every dragon, and it can erupt at the most vulnerable times in a dragon's life. The most vulnerable time in a dragon's life is when you are just born."

This force can destroy a dragon's sanity, reducing it to a creature that survives on nothing more than instinct.

"A wild beast?"

"A wyrm!"

Wynterth paused for a moment, then looked at Witter with some confusion.

"Wild beast? What is that?"

Witter explained, "A creature without consciousness, that merely drifts through life, driven by instinct."

He added, "This is the memory left to me by my father!"

Upon hearing this, Wynterth's expression became solemn... although it's hard to discern such an expression on a ferocious face!

"Witter, you should forget the memories your father left you. They are not the kind of knowledge a great dragon should concern itself with. They are riddled with errors, especially when it comes to your own identity!

Remember firmly, little one, you are a silver dragon, of the great dragon kind, within the metallic dragon category, of the silver dragon clan!

Can you do this?"

Witter looked into Wynterth's earnest eyes, then at the other four young dragons who were looking over, and he nodded.

Seeing this, Wynterth gave a satisfied smile... although the smile was quite terrifying!

"Very well, Witter!

But rest assured, as you said before, the cosmic dragon is a race born free, even though there is no such race as the cosmic dragon.

However, one thing was not wrong, we dragons are also a race born free!

I was the one who spoke out of turn just now!

The ancestral memories in your mind are a gift from your father and should not be forgotten, but I hope you can distinguish between what is memory and what is reality!

As for the correct ancestral memories, you don't need to worry.

In our Desiderio Dragon Nest, we have our own library, which can help you understand the world correctly!"

After speaking, Wynterth glanced at the other four young dragons, then added, "As well as your brothers and sisters!

Hearing Wynterth's comfort, Witter nodded.

Although the issue of race has caused him a slight doubt about his own ancestral heritage, it's hard for him to believe that the fascinating and complex world he saw upon waking up could be fake!

Suddenly, Witter thought of something and hastily asked, "Lady Wynterth, do you know all the places in this world?"

Hearing this, Wynterth was taken aback for a moment, then she shook her head with a wry smile.

"Little one, how could that be possible? Not to mention that this world is vast, there are countless dangers just outside our dragon's nest.

I once traveled far, wanting to see where the end of the world lies!

However, I was defeated by a black dragon and had to retreat back to the nest in a sorry state, vowing to seek revenge once I became stronger!

"What happened then?

Wynterth glanced at Billy, who had asked the question, and said with a smile: "The result was that I never managed to leave the nest again, because of you, because of them!"

The five dragons followed the direction of Wynterth's finger and saw the unhatched dragon eggs.

"Now, let's continue talking about wyrms!

Wyrms have no wisdom, only the instinct to survive. For them, they would do anything to keep living, including eating dragon eggs!

It's not about morality, it's just instinct, so."

Wynterth looked at Witter.

"If you were truly a wyrm, the best outcome waiting for you would be to be driven out of the nest, to live a life in confusion!"

"What's the worst-case scenario?" Winthor grinned, revealing a row of sharp teeth. "The worst-case scenario is becoming food for the predators waiting outside the instant you leave the dragon's nest, especially for the wyrms born from dragon eggs. They possess the most concentrated dragon blood, and dragon blood is the best tonic for acquired wyrms!"