"It really suits you, sweet little Muria," Kaslana said seriously in response to her tower spirit's words. "If you plan to travel around the world, before you become a legend, there's a high chance you might provoke enemies of a legendary level."
"Not all legends will care about your identity. And our dragon race has plenty of foes. With this scepter, even if you encounter a danger you cannot confront, you can quickly ask for aid from the ancient dragon."
As a member of the Metallic Dragon Clan, if one asks for backup, a dragon will undoubtedly come to aid. That is an indisputable fact.
"This staff is misnamed," Muria murmured. Still ignoring the imposing divine might, he gazed at the scepter in his hand.
The main function of this scepter was not to command beings with dragon blood; it was to seek help. Calling it the Dragon's Command was not suitable at all.