Left with no words to speak, Crown Prince Ranon's resentment towards Leon grew more intense.
Why? He was already an S-class mage and an open path at that!
His intel managed to also find out that he was able to contract a spatial being?!
Now before his eyes, Leon showed their disparity yet again with this?
Spirit Dragon!
Spirit Dragon for the world's sake!
Why can't this good fortune come to an outstanding person like him?
He worked the hardest out of all the sons and daughters of the Vanderford Emperor!
He ground his way up to be the person nearest to the crown and yet, one trash of a third prince from their nemesis Empire would just slap him in his face!
Everything about Leon right now is telling him that he is not good enough!
He could not stand it!
He couldn't!
Why do the blessings and recognition always direct to him, a Seirende?!
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While Crown Prince Ranon was wallowing in his rage, Leon was having a conversation with the Spirit Dragon whom he had synchronized with.
"Young one, are you sure that you are using that one favor I gave you with this? You know that wielding my power would make you sleep for several days. I see that you are at war… would it not pay you nicely when you use my favor this early?"
An ancient voice rang in Leon's head.
Leon looked at his palms which were now exhibiting a spirit dragon claw. In it were crushed supreme mana stones he used to have enough mana to manifest the spirit dragon. Then he resolutely replied,
"This war is not only mine to fight. There were many people who could fight in my stead. It is just that, the opponent is not their match."
"Hmmm… I see… Then according to the contract we made - as compensation for accepting my quest to look after the young spatial king, I will lend you my power once. I wish you and your side luck and I pray that your side will remain on the righteous side."
The spirit dragon replied and his presence completely melded on Leon's body.
It turns out that Leon and the spirit dragon were not in a normal lifetime contract relationship but rather entered a one-time use agreement.
With that, the aura of the Spirit Dragon pressured the entire battlefield.
"Young one, if you are a bit stronger my power would have reached those people lost in the furthermost part of this desolate land… Alas, I could only release this much as your body might explode."
"Nonetheless… it is more than enough for the enemy in front of you…" The Spirit Dragon said.
Leon flapped his monowings and his eyes glowed in multiple colors.
He was like the rainbow, and the rainbow was like him. A crystal so bright when the sunshine hits, almost blinding everyone on the battlefield.
Leon waved his hand and sent a streak of power on the injured Mishael, Antoine, and Kazimir. This power covered their entire bodies and carefully delivered them off the battlefield.
After they were taken out of the battlefield the warm streak of power started to heal their wounds. Another wave of Leon's hand made the barrier stronger and thicker.
Finally, Leon's eyes were directed toward the raging Crown Prince Ranon.
The two had a stare-down before Leon moved to attack first. With a flap of his monowings, he charged in Ranon's direction speedily and met the other party's snake-like tails.
Leon raised his hands(claws) and started to destroy them one by one. But how could Crown Prince Ranon's tails easily take out? Whenever Leon tears one tail, one would generate again.
In the end, Leon knew that he can never take out the tails unless Crown Prince Ranon runs out of curse power sources.
Thus, he decided to hold as many tails as he could in an attempt to lock Crown Prince Ranon in place. Then just like a dragon, Leon opened his mouth and let out a concentrated mana attack.
Wishh!!! Boom!
As the pure mana ball flew toward Crown Prince Ranon, a piercing sound of the sonic material rang in the air followed by an earth-shattering explosion.
Rumble!
The shockwave from the explosion made the gorge unable to maintain its majestic formation, making some parts of it start to collapse.
Leon blinked his eyes, and the color of his pupils changed to gold once again. Staring at the dust and rubble, he could see clearly where Crown Prince Ranon was. Without waiting if his attack managed to land on his opponent, he charged once again.
Clash! Shing! Boom!
The sound of the sword clashing with Leon's diamond-hard scales and the occasional heavy blows from both sides continued to dominate the entire battlefield.
Everyone could only stay put inside the barrier and watch, praying that the battle would finally end with their side attaining victory.
However, both sides were in a stalemate and none of them seemed to appear stronger than the other.
"Young one, you will not last long in this battle regardless of the fact that both of you borrowed strength from other sources. My powers are definitely not enough for you to win… use your mind and come up with a way to beat his mysterious powers." The Spirit Dragon advised.
"Alright…" Leon acknowledges the ancient dragon's words. That is because he knew full well that even the ancient dragon's power can contend with the curse power.
While Leon was exchanging blows with Ranon, he was already racking his brains as to how he could one-up his opponent and finally create a chance for the deciding blow.
'The only thing at my disposal was the cure potions and a number of spell papers.'
'My mana is no longer reliable as I am now only depending on mana stones…'
'And surprisingly… my baby supplies because of my habit to carry Little Han's necessities…'
Leon sighed as he could only accept the fact that none of his items at the moment would help him turn the situation around.
Strangely, while he was in the middle of a fight, his mind happened to recall a conversation that was totally not necessary for him to remember at the moment.
Eli's gentle voice rang in his mind, and her gentle and delicate figure carefully caressed the infant Little Han's sleeping face.
This was his memory of when he first became fond of the baby powder which Eli used to pamper Little Han.
"That material is made of talcum, fortunately, our Little Han is not allergic to that… It seems like none from this household nor the Faraulds and Forgeworns were allergic to it too. Thus you can freely use it as you want."
"What will happen when one has a talcum allergy?" He asked her.
"Well… it is the same as one who wasn't supposed to eat nuts but eats it anyway. The bodily reaction depends on severity due to one's body constitution and the allergen dosage. Sometimes it would just be as light as sneezing or itching but the worst case would be death…"
"I see… nevertheless, it is safe to use within the household. I'll just make sure that the blades and the people around me at work will not have any reaction.." Leon said.
Remembering the conversation, Leon was also taken at the time Ranon touched him for the first time.
He remembered that after that, the skin on Ranon's hand became slightly red and his subtle movements while not holding the tea cup showed signs of itching and discomfort.
'Could it be that he too was allergic to baby powder?' A seemingly ridiculous yet bold theory appeared in Leon's mind.
'It does not hurt to try…' He decided quickly and took out a jar of baby powder in his own stash.
Crushing the jar vessel in his claws, Leon charged at Crown Prince Ranon once again and pretended to land a heavy punch in his body.
Boom!
The punch was met by Crown Prince Ranon's arms but Leon immediately moved his claws and scattered the contents of the jar in his hands.
Poof!
The fragrant, mildly scented baby powder immediately invaded Crown Prince Ranon's nose.
The second Leon scattered it, he already knew that the powder he cast did not even contain a drop of toxicity so he just ignored it and chased Leon to fight back.
Another round of exchange ensued and Crown Prince Ranon was even more convinced that the powder Leon had just cast where his desperate move.
However, that did not last long as after a few minutes, his body started heating up and his eyes started to moisten while feeling extremely hot.
Crown Prince Ranon, who was still using the might of the curse power did not know what was happening to his body. But he could feel that his nose started itching and his chest becoming tighter and tighter.
At last, he could no longer take the discomfort and staggered as he paused in a distance to forcibly halt his attacks.
"Aaaaaachoooooooo!!"
A loud unprincely sneeze rendered the entire battlefield silent…
