It wasn't until this moment that the agitated Ron remembered one thing - he wasn't her child.

In other words, his soul is not a pure iridescent dragon.

Although the other party had told Ron not to care about these things when he met the three iridescent dragon gods, he couldn't help but start thinking about them when it came to the end.

Did she find out about it?

With the strength she shows, it should be easy to spot, right?

What will she do when she finds out?

Will she avenge her unborn son?

Would she have killed this exotic soul who had taken her son?

Faced with such a complex and difficult situation, Ron's inner conflict was almost extreme.

His body has the blood of his biological mother in it, but his soul comes from a foreign land, which puts his existence in a dilemma: either betray the family from which his body came, or deny the original belonging of his soul.

All kinds of speculation made him sleep, and even the most lively dragon tail hung down unconsciously.

Not out of fear, but at the thought of fighting his biological mother, every cell of him seemed to resist.

The thoughts in my heart are intertwined, but in the end, I still have to face the sharp edge of reality.

Ron's body stiffened and slowly turned around, and the nine-colored dragon pupils reflected the scene of the beautiful woman's long red hair flying in the wind behind him.

She looked to be in her thirties, dressed in a plain goose-yellow plush gown, dressed like an ordinary housewife.

The dragon's pupils instantly dilated

At that moment, it was as if a beam of light came to Ron's gaze, shining directly on the woman's face.

In a trance, a double image of a human face suddenly appeared in Ron's vision, and the face that had been through the vicissitudes of life seemed to carry traces of history, familiar and unfamiliar, and at the same time gradually merged with the beautiful woman in front of him.

The surrounding environment also became blurred in this warm moment, as if he had returned to the long-lost home, the dilapidated but warm doorway, the mother who had once had red eyes and looked anxiously at the intersection with anticipation waiting for him.

He seemed to see the middle-aged woman who had raised him wearing an apron, anxiously waiting for the wanderer to come home and spend his 50th birthday together

"No, no, no!"

Ron suddenly closed his eyes, as if to seal everything in his sight in darkness.

He held his forehead with one hand and forced himself to steady his impulsive heartbeat, gritted his teeth, and shook his head vigorously, as if to shake those visions and distractions out of his mind.

"She's not my real mother, there's only one mother of mine, and she's still waiting for me to go back."

He repeated the words in his mind.

After taking a few deep breaths, Ron opened his eyes again.

Sure enough, there were no more ghosts in his sight, and his "world" returned to a normal and calm state.

The red-haired woman behind her didn't show any surprise when she saw Ron's reaction.

She still stared at him gently, her gaze seemed to pierce his rainbow scales, as if she wanted to imprint every detail of him into her heart.

The moonlight sprinkled on her long red hair seemed to be dyed with the light of the stars, and it seemed to become a radiant dream.

Her face was filled with the faint melancholy brought by the years, but time did not leave any traces on her face.

This allowed Ron to reconfirm his thoughts:

"My only mother may be a little old, but she's never going to be a dragon."

"She's just an ordinary human, she's not a dragon. She's just an ordinary human, she's not a dragon."

Repeat several times

After strengthening this belief, those noisy thoughts seemed to have subsided a little, and at least his trembling heart could calm down a little.

Ron lowered his head and stared silently at the middle-aged woman in front of him.

Although they had never actually met, he was undoubtedly sure that the one in front of him was Veronica Lolo, the iridescent dragon lady he had only heard of but had never had the chance to meet.

looked at the middle-aged woman with a kind smile in front of her.

Inexplicable

Ron suddenly felt an urge in his heart.

He wanted to go to the man's side and tell out aloud about his experience in the past six years since he was born.

I wanted to tell that the succubus's whip really hurt; I want to tell her that I really thought about giving up everything and hiding; I want to tell her that I have now found the meaning of dragon life and is living a good life; I want to tell her I miss it.

But reason told him very clearly: No, Ron, you're just going to look insane by doing this.

After all, at the end of the day, that's not his real mother.

Perhaps, the impulse called emotion is probably the instinct of this body.

Ron comforted himself.

However, the next second

"You've gotten thinner."

Veronica said softly.

These four simple words are like a key, suddenly unlocking the cage called self-protection in his heart.

"You"

Ron stared at her blankly, stunned in place.

Subsequently, the accumulated feelings in my heart were like a broken dam, although at first it was only a small hole, but it heralded the beginning of the collapse.

There was an urge in his heart to pour out all his life, his pain, his confusion, his struggles, and all his indescribable thoughts about the past six years.

However, he also clearly knew that such behavior would undoubtedly make him look a little ridiculous, and even a little neurotic.

Because, no matter how much Veronica Lolo resembles his mother, she is not his real mother after all.

Stepping on the green grass

Veronica strolls over to the drake who is frozen in place.

She looked at Ron, whose eyes were shiny and shining, and couldn't help but stretch out her warm palm and gently caress the overly precocious sturdy armor of the iridescent dragon in front of her.

Compared to the iridescent dragon of his age, Ron's physical characteristics have far exceeded his supposed growth stage.

If the gods who are familiar with the iridescent dragon clan are evaluated, whether it is Ron's current strength or his physique, he should be more like an elderly iridescent dragon with many legendary experiences, rather than those iridescent young dragons who are still enjoying their childhood under the protection of their parents.

And the reason for this change is all thanks to the events that put Ron in a big crisis.

Such as the whip of Mecansut, such as the test of the Supreme Scepter, such as the battle against the gods and monsters.

"The future has made you suffer a lot, hasn't it?"

Her voice is soft and warm, revealing the sincere care of a mother.

Swish!

Ron looked up sharply, looking at her colorful dragon eyes, which were ninety percent similar to his own, with some unconvinced stubbornness.

[Why do you say that!] 】

[You've never seen me!] 】

You don't know anything at all. You didn't shelter me when I was born, so why do you have to show a distressed expression now! 】

He was tempted to speak out loud the rebuttals, to tell him that he didn't need her mercy.

However, when he looked up at Veronica with his eyes wide open, he failed to deliver those words.

He just opened his mouth wordlessly, and finally muttered in a trembling voice:

"I ...... I've been working on it. ”

"yes, I know." (End of chapter)