Melbourne took the dragon claw out of his mouth. To really fill these nine glass jars suspended in the air with dragon blood and return to Dragon Island, the first thing his wife would probably do is divorce him.
He would also transform from a strong and robust dragon into a scrawny one.
This was not just about drawing his blood, it was about taking his life, wanting to tear his family apart.
Before, he had assumed the jars mentioned by the human Ancestor of the Sword were of the normal size used by humans, and even if they were a bit larger than usual, he could have accepted that.
But these nine glass jars in front of him would make any giant dragon feel dizzy.
"Come on, don't make me bleed. Just chop my head off with your sword and fill up however much dragon blood you want yourself."
Melbourne stretched his neck in front of Lance, inviting him to make the cut.
Bleeding him out this much, leaving him clinging to life, would be better than just slaughtering him.