Shut Up, Malevolent Dragon! I Don’t Want to Have Any More Children With You

This time, Leon’s party set their sights on visiting the Golden Thunder Clan.

According to the intel in Vida’s notebook, there were two prevailing theories about the Golden Thunder Clan:

One said they were a branch of the Thunder Elves, and that long ago, irreconcilable differences arose between their tribal leader and the Thunder Elf patriarch, leading them to part ways centuries ago. The leader left the main clan and established the Golden Thunder Clan in this remote region.

The second theory was more far-fetched: it claimed that the Golden Thunder Clan were the direct descendants of the primordial god Zeus, and the only remaining race in the world that still worshipped him.

If the second theory were true, the Golden Thunder Clan should’ve been the first place Leon and his group visited.

But therein lay the problem:

Vida’s notebook was full of these kinds of mystical-sounding claims.

In fact, the so-called “descendants of Zeus” wasn’t even the most outrageous. Compared to other entries in the notebook, it was almost tame.

There were things like: “Zeus’s bloodline legacy,” “fragments of minor races spawned by Zeus’s sons,” “races born after Zeus’s wife remarried,” and so on.

Setting aside the question of whether Zeus even had a wife. If she did, and remarried, and still gave birth to an entire race?

That’d make her more fertile than a certain dragon couple. It was ridiculous!

One thing was clear—Father-in-law had truly gathered a mountain of information over the years.

As for how truthful that intel was… well, that would have to be tested firsthand.

So far, nearly every tribe with this kind of hyped-up backstory could be summed up in two words:

Complete bullshit.

Still, if it was written in Vida’s notebook, Leon and the others couldn’t skip it.

So after all the exaggerated origin stories they’d heard, the idea of “Zeus’s descendants” didn’t excite Leon or Rosvisser all that much.

They arrived at the Golden Thunder Clan with a very chill, “Let’s just see what happens” mindset.

The place was far from the bustling centers of Samael’s continent, and distant from war or conflict.
In fact, it looked like a perfect spot to retire.

When they arrived at the entrance to the clan’s territory, a few guards stepped forward and blocked their way.