"Have you really not considered hoisting the flag of being Titan's lover? Once you do, you could do as you please in Depluson Subcontinent," asked the Crystal Dragon, a legendary figure who was over four hundred years old yet still a distance away from becoming an Ancient Dragon, with a hint of regret. "I would never have the chance or I would have been proclaiming it everywhere. Young dragons really tend to act on impulse and don't know how to cherish opportunities."
"Mother, why did you adopt me as your daughter? Was it because you knew my identity all along?" Clodia, her dragon's eye emanating a faint golden light, gazed at Philomena seriously. This was a question she had long wanted to ask.